Page 39 of Twisted Minds

“This is my hoodie.” I glance up at the hoodie with our logo on it.

“Noah, we just watched him leave the room,” I say.

“What!? Hunter, you let this burglar leave and did nothing!? Mark, we need to talk about your new boyfriend. He clearly won’t protect you if someone breaks into your dorm.”

“The hoodie has my name on it,” Monty says.

“I’ve had this forever,” Noah says.

“Coach gave these out a month ago,” I add. “New logos.”

Noah sighs, stomping his foot. His ass jiggles and I notice the way Monty’s eyes dip down his body. “Monty.” I sigh. “I’ll get you a new hoodie. Just leave it. Save your dignity.”

Monty looks up at me, then back to Noah. “Fine.” He licks his lips, taking one more look at Noah before leaning in and whispering, “Call me later, okay?”

Noah beams before shutting the door hard. Turning to us, he shakes his head. “Hockey players, man. The things he did with his tongue . . . it was one for the play books. Much better than your technique,” he says to Mark.

“Shut up, Noah.”

“I can’t believe you slept with him.” I really can’t. “I didn’t know anyone else on the team was queer.” Not that it’s anyone’s business, I’m just surprised.

“I knew from the second that man went into the naughty box.” Noah smirks. “Then he came here and explored my naughty box.”

“Oh my god. This—” Mark says, stabbing his hands in Noah’s direction. “This is who you’re worried about?” A laugh bubbles out of my throat. I still don’t understand their friendship, but no, I’m not worried.

“Worried about? Me? Aw.” Noah tucks a hair behind his ear. “Puck Daddy, stop it.”

Thankfully, Noah grabs a pair of shorts and pulls them on, keeping the hoodie on as well. “Smells incredible, I swear. He’s my first hockey player, but I am looking to add to the roster. You guys are flexible.”

“We need to be.” Why am I encouraging him? “I mean, please don’t.”

“Mark, take Hunter here for a test drive soon. You will not regret it.” My face heats thinking about last week after the game. Everything about it was incredible and I can’t wait to do more. The way he felt in my arms was close to perfection. The sounds he made, the way he fit so well in my hand. His soft lips parting, the sharp intake of breath as he came. Fuck! Okay, this is a dangerous place to pop a boner. Noah would detect it instantly, I just know it.

Hopefully tonight, if Mark wants to go back to my house after the fair, we could take things a bit further. I’ve alreadythreatened Jamie to be on his best behavior. I was going to ask Mark when I arrived, but he was going through something with his father.

“Noah, if you’re done being insane, we have a question for you.”

Going to his mirror, Noah fixes his hair. “Oh, hello hickey. I love souvenirs.” Grabbing a tube, he dabs lip gloss over his plump lips. “What is it?”

“Do you want to go to the fair with us and Sawyer?”

“Oh, pastry hottie wants a repeat? God, he is cute. A little soft looking, but hot.”

“Soft?”

“Hunter,” Noah sighs. “I like dominant men. Ones who will throw me around without breaking a sweat like Morey did last night.”

“Monty. His name is, uh . . . it’s on the back of the sweatshirt. You know what . . . not important. Either way, it’s not like that. Just hanging out. He’s not even interested like that.”

Noah pouts his bottom lip, his eyes turning up. “That’s cute he thinks so.”

Whatever.“Do you want to come with us?”

Noah thinks for a moment. “Will I be paying for my own ticket?”

“You’re richer than all three of us combined. Yes. In fact,” Mark says. “You’re paying for all of us.”

“I want to be mad, but you just complimented me. A real catch twenty-two.”

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