Page 53 of First Puck

And because the sound of your voice has made me rock-hard.

And I need to see what I can do to make sure you only make those sounds for me.

Alex flinched back violently, the fridge thumping behind me. He bumped against the counter as shock plastered his face.

It was only when he saw my expression that he completely froze. I don’t know what I looked like, but every part of him was stiffer than my cock. The hands that were so firm on my body suddenly clenched into fists as the color drained from his face. His chest heaved with a deep breath.

Which meant I had absolutely, positively fucked it up.

But I wasn’t gonna admit that I wasn’t thinking, not when I was competing with Lance. If Lance wanted to steal my best friend, then I had to prove to Alex that I was better and show him why Lance was a loser.

“Alex, dude. I just wanna make sure he’s what you really want, you know? I don’t know if it’s worth giving him your V-card when you’re getting wound up for me as well.” Because, looking at the way he was hard, and horny, and panting like a hungry dog, I was obviously doing it for him way more.

Alex drew in a shuddering breath, and all that neediness he’d hit me with disappeared as he straightened his back, his shock shifting into rage.

“Brad,” he said, his lips cherry-red and his arms flexing, all hot and bothered and still sexy as hell. “What the actual fuck?”

I folded my arms against my chest. I don’t know why I was disappointed when he was the one who was pissed.

He gave me a tight shove, and I knocked against the fridge. He pushed me aside so he could reach the door.

I wanted to look down and see if there was a wet patch where his cock had pressed against his sweats, because I knew there was one on mine.

“What? I’m just looking out for you,” I said as he reached the kitchen door.

Alex paused, twisting his body to look at me.

One hand on the doorframe, his mouth open, he was about to say something. But a small croak of pain dropped from him before he shook his head. The way his face creased sent hollow guilt firing through me.

“I can’t believe you,” he said before he turned, leaving me in the kitchen with a boner and confusion whirling inside me.

Alex

Islung my backpack over my shoulder as I reached the bottom step of the bus. Our college classes all ended anticlimactically as they pulled us out of the last two weeks of classes and shuffled us off to the semi-finals.

It was only a week, but it felt like the college sports players were slacking off while all the other students were studying.

We had two weeks left for Brad to get scouted, that was it. Time was vanishing too quickly, and all the effort we’d put in for years was going to be wasted.

None of this mattered if I didn’t go to the NHL with him. And every single Brad .0 plan would be for nothing if I left him.

Even after he kissed me for such a fucked-up reason.

The first match was a six-hour drive away. Plenty of time to sit there and stew over the fact I’d had the best and only real kiss of my life yesterday, and it was a struggle not to tell Brad I wanted to do it again.

He needed to focus this week; I couldn’t do anything to distract him.

Lance was overjoyed when I told him. I had to give in and admit that part of Brad 9.0 was working, but I needed advice. Lance said to wait it out and let Brad come to me, but I was a mixed bag of anger, hurt, and horniness. If Brad tried anything else, I wasn’t going to stop him, even if he said he was doing it for Lance.

I hadn’t seen him when I left the house this morning, so I assumed he was running late again.

“Ready?” Lance called from the steps above me, clapping me on the shoulder as I reached the main floor of the bus.

I nodded, twisting my lips into a smile before he let me pass. He was inches behind me as I made my way down the rows of already-filled seats.

The moment we reached the center of the bus, he ran his hand to my elbow before sliding it around to my stomach.

“People are watching,” I murmured, pulling out of his grasp.

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