Page 40 of My Pucking Crush

“Yes,” he answers quickly, and changes to a sickening laugh. “But I don’t want to talk about it now. You’re the only person besides my high school coach that I’ve admitted that to.”

“You can trust me.”

“Apparently.”

I fist my cock. “I think you need some kind of massive reset.”

“Reset,” he repeats. “Jesus, nothing’s ever been so right about me.”

“I mean reset your brain and give yourself permission to feel what you want to feel.”

“I have so many fucking questions,” he admits, like the wind’s been knocked out of his lungs.

“Then ask.” I strut into the bedroom, my tight black briefs feeling smaller by the second.

The turmoil behind Max’s eyes forces me out of my comfort zone of using a man just to get off. Out of all the hockey players I’ve watched these past five years, only Max has drawn me in and held my interest in a sexual way. And he’s the only guy I can’t technically have sex with.

Yet, he’s standing there completely naked and I’m about to get into bed with him.

To...answer questions.

I sigh, Max looks like he needs a friend more than a lover. Odd how everyone’s favorite person on the team can be so lonely.

Confusion over liking guys isn’t unique, but atMax’s age, it’s perplexing. And probably something I shouldn’t even try to unravel.

Yet, he just came calling out my name.

TWENTY-ONE

Max

Ihave to take control of this situation right now. I drop the towel on the floor of the bathroom and strut into the main room, feeling Luca’s eyes on my ass.

“I usually sleep naked,” I say.

Luca leans against the doorjamb. “Me, too.”

“Can I ask you something?” I say, nerves pooling in my stomach.

“Anything.”

I scrub a hand down my face. “Do you...kiss guys?”

“The ones I fuck at my club?” He slowly prowls toward the bed. “No.”

“Ever like anyone enough to kiss?”

“No.” His curt reply stings.

I liked Jake. He wouldn’t kiss me either.

“I’ve never kissed a guy.” My gut tightens. “Willingly.”

Luca cocks his head, fury igniting in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

I shake my head. I can’t bear to tell Luca how Uncle Harris stuck his tongue down my throat while raping me. “A story for another time.”

“We’re going to be two naked guys who, in one fashion or another, like men, in bed. All night.” He fists his pants from the bathroom floor and neatly folds them on top of his luggage that sits on one of those racks.

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