Page 38 of Breakneck Hockey

Know what? Who cares? That’s good. Makes this even easier. I turn and my gaze lands on some wheat-grass-eating yogi type, tryna act like he’s Rico Suave.

“I’m pretty flexible too. We could?—”

“Alright. Show yourself the fuck out.” That’s my voice, and my big mitts have found their way to the guy’s shirt collar.

He stumbles back, hands in the air. “Sorry, man. Didn’t know he was yours. I’ll step off.”

I cross my arms, glaring at him, all the threat in the world focused on him until he’s scampered out. Which leaves me with fucking Alderchuck and his annoying laugh.

“Dude, that was awesome. You possessive sonuvabitch.” He slaps his knee.

His turn. I take a quick scan of the place—it’s nearly cleared out—and drag him off to one of the changing stalls. Just the touch of him lights my hand on fire, and my pulse quickens. My deprived dick, thinking it’s about to have happy fun times, perks up, ready to shove itself inside Alderchuck at will.

He’s just as sweaty as everyone else, but for some reason, his scent’s intoxicating. It calls to me. I take a long inhale, sampling the forbidden fruit before me. All my work avoiding him, pushing him from my thoughts, it was for nothing. My exhale’s all stilted and shaky. The way I’m breathing over him, I’m whatever dog name he gave me with a mad dose of rabies.

“You growled at that guy, Sutter.”

“Did not.”

“You did, but it was hot.” He presses a searing hand against my chest. “Didn’t know I had a literal guard dog.”

“What are you doin’ letting that guy hit on you when I’m right fucking here?” I shove my hand around his neck. I hear what I’m saying, and I see what I’m doing, but it’s all instinct. I couldn’t explain it if I tried. I’m supposed to be walking out of here.

He cocks a smug brow. “Jealous?”

“It’s not jealousy, it’s just rude.” But fuck,amI jealous? If I am, this has progressed too far. I should walk out now. I don’t. I tighten my hand, fingertips digging in.

“Fine, deny it. But we are so not doing that, Sutter. I don’t belong to you, and I can fuck whoever the hell I want, for the record. Now c’mon. Let me suck your sweaty dick while I beat on mine before we get kicked outta here.”

“Don’t you have to take Rachel home?”

“Nope. She’s catching a ride home with Trish.”

I’m frozen. Between a rock and a hard Alderchuck. The rock represents my resolve to stop dipping my dick into his sweet cheeks. It’s a rock crumbling away to dust. Do Ineedto stop fucking him, though? Why do I need to? Why not stick to his original plan to continue this until—fuck, I can’t believe I’m about to say this—the flavor wears off? Until then, we should try everything. Every filthy thing I’ve ever dreamt of doing to him, I can do. I know he’ll be down for it. He’s just as dirty as I am.

That sounds a lot better than avoiding him, having to watch other men hit on him in changing rooms.

Fucking prick, trying to put his hands on my Alderchuck.

Fierce rage froths to the surface. Some deep part of me’s claimed Alderchuck as mine, and like hell will I ever watch someone put their hands on him. He’s just gonna have to deal with it.

Still not jealous.

“You’re having some kind of existential crisis, and that’s fine, but I’ve actually got shit to do.” He pats my face. “So release myneck, Sutter, because I’m taking your dick out of your pants and I’m putting it in my mouth.”

“What? Oh, yeah.” I let go of his neck, he sinks to his knees. “That’s a good little Alderchuck.”

“Fuck you, Sutter.”

My cock’s hard and ready for him. He strokes it a few times as he pulls my dick and balls just outside of my yoga pants. He tries to do the same with his dick, but my fingers slide into the roots of his hair, tugging until he inhales a sharp breath.

“Ask if you wanna touch your dick,” I hiss.

“Please, Sutter,” he whines.

All it takes is that little whimpered please, and I want to give him what he wants. I hate that. I hate him. It’s got a similar and yet opposite feeling to what we have on the ice. That needling sensation. The deep-seated annoyance that begs my attention.

But fuck, I wanna hear the sounds he makes.

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