Page 70 of Breakneck Hockey

Top Dog:

That was the hottest thing of my life, kitten. My dick’s so hard for you. I’m gonna make you cum all over yourself and then mark you with mine.

The half chub that was forming under my hockey gear hardens to rock solid. Fuck.No.Fuck him. I’ll resist him. I have to resist him.

“Hey, Case! You and Stacey wanna join us for beers?” Henry asks.

I don’t usually when we play Boston because of Sutter. But Sutter needs to learn that I’m not gonna jump at his every beck and call. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

Don’t know about Stacey. Apparently, there’s trouble in Dash and Syd paradise. I warned him about being too “there” for Dash. I know they’re best friends, but Dash and Dirk arebesties—there’s a difference. He should let Dirk handle most of that or he’s gonna get friendzoned for life.

But, grown-ass man and all that. I can only give my two cents.

Once I’ve done some post-game biking, have showered and set my white ballcap in place, I look around my cubby to see if I’ve forgotten anything.

Oh, yeah. Sutter. My dick’s finally calmed down enough that I can think with the head with the brain in it. Just to be on the safe side, I don’t reread Sutter’s last message.

Me

I’ve got other things to do than you. Have fun with Palmlina tonight.

Top Dog

Not gonna use my hand, Alderchuck. If you’re not game, then I’ll find someone else.

That makes me want to go through with my plan to tell everyone he’s caught something. But y’know? Not worth it. I don’t like what the thought of Sutter fucking someone else does to my insides. It’s not supposed to. We made a deal at the beginning of the season. Hell, it was my idea. It was for good reason, too.

Know what? Fuck him. Maybe I’ll even find a hookup of my own.

Me

Have fun then. I know I’m gonna.

I include the fuck you emoji—the fist flipping the bird. I’m going to get over this addiction. It’s getting worse, it’s reached my mind.

Time to cut it off before it gets to my heart.

My loose jeans feel tight compared to the sweats I’ve been sporting. Makes me realize how little I’ve been out. I’m turning over a new leaf, starting now. It’s not like I have time for a boyfriend anyway. All my focus needs to be on my hockey career. But I can hook up more, meet some guys. Though with the way Henry Otterhammer’s looking at me, I might not have to hunt too far from home.

Settled, then. I’m gonna piss, and then I’m gonna invite myself to his hotel room so he can rail me. I down the rest of my beer and head to the restroom.

I wade through the crowded nightclub. The music’s loud and it’s dimly lit, the muted colored lights flashing. I take a piss in the urinal, wash my hands, ready to return to my conquest for the night.

Bear paws grab me three steps out of the restroom, one around my mouth so I can’t scream and the other around my waist. His familiar aftershave hits my nostrils. I can’t believe I know Sutter’s damn aftershave with this level of acuity. I should punch myself in the face for that.

He drags me through the bar, to the back, and into the alley. I let him because, fuck, it’s hot. This is the kind of manhandling I’m a huge fan of. Fuck, it is Sutter, though, right?

Crack!His hand collides with my ass. “What’s wrong with you? You didn’t even fight me.”

“Ow!I knew it was you, asshole.” I rub my ass over my jeans and flip around to face off with him.

The right side of his face is inflated like the Michelin man. Maaaaaybe I shouldn’t have hit him quite so hard, but he was being a dirty asshole. He’s taped his nose and wrapped a snake-skin patterned bandana around his dark hair. He’s switched out his leather jacket for a dark gray hoodie and his jeans for sweats. He can’t even pretend like he came here in search of new game—unless he’s that cocky.

“You need to be more careful. You don’t bother analyzing your surroundings. It’s fucking annoying.”

His hands have moved to my waist. I plant both my palms on his chest, giving a mighty shove. His feet stumble backward. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Maybe you stalking me is annoying.”

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