Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Sounds legit,” Aleks deadpans. “Trust me, you can play good hockey without getting your rocks off beforehand. I speak from experience. Actually, my game has improved since Rebecca and I finally decided to call it quits.”
“Celibacy is not for me. It’s unnatural.”
“How acephobic of you.”
I reword for clarity. “For a healthy, allosexual male, it’s unnatural for me to go this long without getting off with someone.”
Snickers come from the guys sitting in the same general vicinity as us, and I guess I wasn’t as quiet as I thought we were being.
I lift my head and address the whole group. “Don’t snicker like you guys don’t know what I’m talking about. How horny are all you monogamous people going to be after these eight days?”
There are murmurs of agreements between the guys with wives and girlfriends, though I know not all of them are faithful.
I settle back in my seat. “See? Unnatural.”
The ride back to the hotel is short, and when we all get off the bus and wait for our gear bags to be unloaded from underneath, I keep an eye out for Lane. But when I don’t see him, I figure he must have gone straight up to the room. I didn’t see him enter the hotel, but he could have easily slipped by us.
That’s the other thing I hate about this arrangement. On the road, I’m now rooming with Lane. If I wasn’t already sexually frustrated enough, sleeping in the same room as him was torture last night. Maybe that’s why I played so shit today. I was up half the night listening to him breathing. Wanting to climb out of my bed and into his. Telling myself the sooner I stop being a dickhead toward him, the looser the collar might get.
Ooh, him putting me on a leash sounds hot.
No. This is my problem. I have to stop thinking about Lane in that way.
When I get up to the room, and he’s not there either, that side of me that always does what it’s not supposed to gets a little too excited about maybe, possibly, being able to get out tonight. I won’t need long. Just enough time to get my dick sucked.
I’m still contemplating it when the door clicks and opens.
Lane enters with a small bag, and he throws it at me. “You complained, and I delivered.”
“What is—” I reach inside the bag and pull out … a vibrator?
“You told the entire bus you needed to be fucked. So there. Go fuck yourself. You’re welcome.”
I blink at him, stunned. “You going to leave me alone to do it, or are you finally giving in to your urges to stay in here and watch?”
“It’s cute you think I’m leaving you alone for a second. If I go down to the bar and give you twenty minutes to get yourself off, you’re going to disappear on me. Bathroom is right there.” He points. “Have fun.”
Fun? Oh, he has no idea how fun I’m going to make this.
SEVEN
LANE
Hello, boundaries, don’t mind me.
Is it professional of me to buy Oskar a vibrator? Technically, I don’t have any directions except for keeping Oskar’s ass out of headlines—there was nothing about keeping things out of his ass—so if this helps, then I’d say I’m doing my job exceedingly well.
Might even be worth a raise.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I got off the bus and searched for nearby adult stores on my phone. I’m running out of options considering I can’t let him go out and I can’t sleep with him, so this is my last-ditch attempt at keeping him quiet.
I took it as a sign of fate that there was a store a block away, but now I’m second-guessing my decision. Because as Oskar steps forward and leans in, I can’t help imagining him using it.
“Warning, I tend to get loud.”
I bet he does. “Act like I’m not even here.”
“Actually, I plan to do the opposite.” His stare flicks to the package and down to my crotch. “Go on, give me a hint. Thick? Thin? Long? Short? That way, I’ll be accurate when I’m bent over, imagining you inside me.”
And fuck, now I’m imagining that too. My cock thickens as I scramble to find any excuse for why I’m getting hard over a player. I’d say that it’s not my fault, that Oskar’s filthy mouth is outside of my control, but that kind of bullshit thinking doesn’t hold up when Oskar’s standing there gripping the sex toy I bought him.
I’m on thin ice, and even though I’m not going to cave and give in to him, I’m still dangerously close to the edge.
Oskar’s gaze flicks up to pin mine. “That’ll do it,” he rasps before taking a step back and disappearing into the bathroom. The door doesn’t close all the way, and even though there isn’t enough of a gap to see anything, I can hear the exact moment the packaging is torn open and Oskar’s pants hit the floor.