Page 68 of First Puck

But I didn’t get a chance, because his hands slipped from my shoulders.

“And are you going to tell me why?” he asked.

The air suddenly shifted around him, and my horny, needy best friend was back on the defensive

“Cause I want to.” I mumbled, weirded out about how I actually felt embarrassed. It wasn’t like it was a strange thing. It was the same as sucking his dick back then. I did it because he needed it.

“Right, so it’s just because I’m hot and sexy and whatever else you said? It’s all because you’re horny, right? And nothing else?”

“Well, yeah. Why? Didn’t you like it?”

His eyebrows shot up instantly, his eyes widening as his phone pinged for the last time.

Alex's brow crinkled. “You’re really ridiculous, you know that?” he rasped, his gaze falling from me again.

I didn’t know what I’d done wrong. He wanted it; he literally told me he loved it. What was the problem?

“Was it really that bad? You were the one who kissed me.”

Alex yanked himself out of my grip, hard enough that I almost lost my balance.

He swiped his phone from the bed, bending over in the most dangerous position he could when I had a boner and his sweats stretched over his ass.

If I hadn’t made it so awkward, I could have ground my dick on him and saw how much he liked that.

But he was already striding to the door before I could even react to the thoughts.

“Are you still going?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“I’ve got to check Lance is okay, too,” he said without a glance.

“Wait, what?” All the pleasure from sucking on his tongue vanished in an instant. “You’re really just leaving after that?”

“Yeah, Brad, I’m just leaving. I’m not sticking around here while you make up your mind based on how ‘hot’ I am.”

“But I want to—”

“No, you don’t,” he said, cutting me off with a scowl. “Whatever it is you’re about to say, just don’t. Maybe you think you do. But you don’t suddenly wake up one morning and decide you want me.” He looked at me like he was going to explode.

Why was he so angry? Was the kiss really that terrible? I was sure I wasn’t acting like I had after the blow job, so why was he still upset?

“Alex?”

“Just think about it, okay? Think about what you’re actually doing with me.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but a darker expression appeared before he shook his head again.

His brow creased, and he gave me one more hurt look before he turned. Three steps to the door, a creak of the hinges, a heavy slam, and Alex was gone, leaving me with burning lips and a cock that needed relief.

That was seriously the worst apology ever.

Alex

Tucked into a corner at the far end of the bar, I knocked the back of my head against the wall of the booth as I sighed. I could see the whole crowd from this position.

With a pool table, some low-beat country music, and a bunch of hyperactive college guys all crowded around a huge TV, the rest of the team were having a great time.

None of them had to worry about going back to their rooms and dealing with the stupid mess they’d left there.

We were under the legal drinking age, and we shouldn't have even been in the bar in the first place. But we were a state teamthat had made it to the semi-finals, and we were the only people in the hotel. As long as we stuck with water and soda for the whole night, Coach would let us off.

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