Page 73 of Our Hearts to Break

Parker bites his lip. “Yes.”

The sexual tension in the car is so high, the air reeking of sex and testosterone.

“Enough,” I tell them. “Dean, put Ollie’s dick away. Parker, turn your ass around and stop squirming in your seat. And Ollie, stop egging Dean on. We’re almost at the arena. You can fuck in the bathroom all you want… but not in my car.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Dean jokes, laughing. “I love it when you get all caveman. It’s so hot.”

Parker growls, his jealousy kicking into overdrive. “Dean,” he warns.

He moves his head between our seats, batting the long lashes accentuating his big, blue eyes. “Yes, sexy?”

“You know what you did.” Parker cups his cheek and smiles. “I’m gonna spank you later for it.”

Dean chuckles. “Counting on it, cutie.”

“Y’all are annoying the fuck out of me,” I say to silence this painful conversation. “Shut up and be quiet until we get there.”

“Oh, look,” Dean says, “his southern accent is coming out. That only happens when he’s mad.”

“Don’t push me.” Using my elbow, I shove him off the center console. “Get back in your seat and zip it.”

Dean sits back and settles in beside Ollie, dick now tucked back into his pants. “I really like the sexy cowboy thing. Maybe we could do a video like that.”

“Mmm,” Ollie says. “Yeah, our fans would love that.”

Parker crosses his arms over his chest and sighs, eyes on the road. He has a strange but complicated relationship with the two camboys.

When they first hooked up, he knew they were performers. That they strip several times a week and post videos on their OnlyFans.

The funny thing is that Dean comes from generational wealth. Yet, he sells his body for cash. He mostly does it to help out Ollie, but he also does it to piss off his dad.

“Do you want to join us?” Dean asks Parker as he touches his shoulder. “We could use a third.”

“No, I’m not ready for that,” Parker says. “You guys can do whatever you want.”

They go back and forth about the OnlyFans video for the rest of the car ride. I do my best to block them out, but I can’t ignore how upset Parker gets every time they mention it.

River is on the ice with his team when we find our seats, warming up before the game. I get a nice view of him stretching, his ass facing me. He knows I’m here. The bastard is doing it just to fuck with me. My cock jerks each time he nearly humps the ice. I swipe a hand over my jaw and groan.

“My thoughts exactly,” Dean says, no shame on his face. “You got a fine ass man.”

Ollie never seems bothered by Dean’s flirtiness. He nods in agreement, eyes on River’s ass. You can’t see much in his uniform, but I know what hides beneath each layer.

When I snap my gaze at Parker, his bottom lip is tucked into his mouth. He needs to stop moping. His broody vibe is killing my mojo.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you,” I whisper.

He turns his head to look at me. “I’m not jealous.”

“If you want to be with them, you must accept certain things. I had to accept being away from River for half of each hockey season. It blows… but it’s necessary.”

“I hate when other men look at them,” he says in a hushed tone, leaning into my arm.

“How do you think I feel? River is famous. I go feral whenever people talk about him like he’s a piece of meat. It sucks. But it’s part of the gig. You’ll get used to it.”

“Yeah. But River isn’t doing… you know. What they do.”

“Look, dude, I’m not going to lie to you. I’ve jerked off to both of your boyfriends. More than once. So has River. They’re the reason River and me are together.”

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