Page 17 of Callous Shot

It was the only word I managed to get out before he groaned again, his hips stuttering, and then I got to suffer the extreme displeasure of seeing Lincoln Bellingham come.

I would never be able to unsee that. Never. There wasn’t enough brain bleach in the world to erase it from my mind.

Also, my boner was really fucking hard, uncomfortably trapped in my jeans, and I guessed that was the sign that I needed another blowjob of my own.

“I hate you,” he hissed viciously…or tried to, but his words were breathless since he’d just had the cum drained from his balls.

I shuddered. Don’t think about his balls. “It’s mutual,” I assured him. I was still way too close for comfort, and he was still staring at me, and why hadn’t I moved away yet?

“Dan?”

I blinked, the sudden shock of hearing my name coming from the woman who had just swallowed Lincoln’s cum breaking the weird spell I was under. My brain finally remembered how to send signals to my limbs, and I jerked backwards, gave Kimberly an uncomfortable nod of acknowledgement, and legged it.

What the hell had I been thinking?

I needed to forget this night had ever happened.

8

DAN

I stumbled out of the unfamiliar bed, rubbing at my eyes. A groan came from the floor, and I stared down at Ryker, who was sitting up, the blanket he’d been covered in slipping down to reveal his tattooed torso.

“What happened last night?” he rasped.

“Uh…” A wide yawn made my jaw click audibly. Flashes of the previous night came back to me. I’d been so disturbed after seeing Lincoln Bellingham’s orgasm face that I’d decided it would be a good idea to drink to forget—which, in the cold light of day with my skull being attacked by hundreds of tiny hammers, had not been an optimal plan. Ryker had been on board, I remembered, trying to forget his own fucked-up family issues, and the girl I’d been with earlier in the evening came back to find us, and then there were even more shots… “I remember us talking about a threesome…or did I hallucinate that? Did I fuck Maisie while she sucked you off?” I glanced down at the soft bulge in my jeans suspiciously. “I’m sure my dick would’ve remembered that happening.”

Ryker groaned again, burying his face in his hands. “Uhhh, it’s coming back to me now. She wanted to, but we decided we didn’t wanna make any decisions while we were drunk, in case there were any regrets or whatever. I remember you shouting something about being the responsible one, but you were the one who ended up passed out on the bed, mumbling something about Bellingham, and⁠—”

“Don’t speak his name to me!” My voice came out much louder than planned, and Ryker and I both winced. “Sorry,” I said, much more quietly. “Fucking hell, my head’s killing me. I need coffee. And a shower. And an immediate change of clothes. These jeans are chafing me. Why did you let me sleep in jeans, you sadist?”

“I’m not responsible for your clothing choices,” he muttered from beneath his hands. Which was true, but c’mon. Jeans.

“Where’s Maisie? Did she even sleep in here?”

Ryker uncovered his face, looking up at me blearily. “She was here when I fell asleep. You were cuddling each other in bed. She invited me to join, but y’know.”

“Yeah.” I flashed him a quick, reassuring smile. The only way Ryker would ever be able to tolerate sharing a bed with someone would be if he was unconscious. “Okay. Either way, she’s not here now, and we probably shouldn’t stick around, so…wanna get out of here?”

“Fuck, yes.”

The door opened as Ryker was putting his hoodie on, and Maisie appeared, fully dressed and looking far less hungover than she had any right to be, given that she’d probably drunk as much as we had, and she was a lot smaller. “You’re awake,” she said.

“Barely.” I crossed the room, reaching out to take her hand, and kissed the back of it. “Thanks for a good night. Sorry about the end bit.”

She laughed. “We had fun, and your skills earlier made up for it.”

“Yeah, they did. If you can spread the word about my incredible tongue game, I’d appreciate it.”

“Two of Cranham’s hottest hockey players spent the night in my bed…as far as anyone knows. One of them was the elusive captain, and one was the party boy who manages to charm everyone he meets. I’m sure I can mention your tongue game, but I might not mention the part where we all inadvisably drank too much and gave up on what would’ve probably been the hottest threesome of my life.”

“Babe. The threesome happened.” I tapped my temple. “No one needs to know it only happened in our heads. Make us sound good, yeah? We’ll do the same for you.” I glanced over at Ryker, who was standing with his arms folded across his chest, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but here. “We should probably get out of here. We’ve already overstayed our welcome.”

“You should,” she agreed. “Maybe I’ll see you both around. Maybe not. Either way, thanks for last night.”

“Thank you. It was a pleasure.” I loved hooking up with women like her, who didn’t have any expectations of anything more than a fun one-off, just like I preferred. Who wanted to be in a relationship when there was so much fun to be had at uni? Well, possibly my best mate, Jay, but yeah…that wasn’t gonna happen when the girl he not-so-secretly wanted was engaged to the Bratva heir.

“Arson,” Ryker prompted, and I nodded, swiping my T-shirt and hoodie from the end of the bed.