Page 90 of Twisted Minds

“These chairs are sturdy.” Noah looks at his cards, keeping a straight face. “I was lied to. Mark told me we were going to get handsie with Sawyer today, and this is not what I had planned.

“What?” Hunter looks to me, his face scrunching in the most adorable way. Honestly, I don’t know why he’s surprised. We’ve been together a year, he should be used to Noah’s bullshit. Actually, I don’t know what it says about me that I’m used to it.

Better not think too much about it.

“Besides, I have to go home this weekend for winter break, and I want to see some dick before I leave. Even if Mark is involved.” Noah deals our cards. “I am that desperate.”

“What happened with you and Benson?” My eyes whip to Hunter’s, signaling with my hand to cut. “What?”

Noah’s sad eyes lift to mine and I feel like shit. I didn’t tell Hunter about this yet. While I do not keep secrets from Hunter, this isn’t mine to tell. Noah said he didn’t want to put Hunter in a tough spot, but I think he’s sort of embarrassed. “We broke up,” Noah says softly.

Noah had stopped the train he was running through the hockey team, and solely focused on Jake—which Hunter does know. What he doesn’t know is that his goalie punched Noah when another player caught them together in the locker room.

That in turn caused me to find Jake and give him his own black eye, threatening him to stay away from Noah. I tell him this, watching Hunter shake his head as he soaks in the information. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” he asks me.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“If I’d known about it, I would have given him one to match.” He looks to Noah. “Are you alright?”

Noah swallows, and I watch him mask in real time, throwing a bright shiny smile on his face. “Of course I am, Puck Daddy. That man is missing out. I gave him the best years of my life.”

“You were together three months.”

He shakes his head. “It’s fine. I’m going into a cool-down period and I want to say goodbye to Sawyer’s penis before I go. I miss him. We spent a great night together.” He looks up at Sawyer’s unimpressed eyes. “Does he still think about me?”

“Noah.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “He knows you two didn’t sleep together.”

“What?! And you let me believe you thought we did?”

“You let me believe we actually did, but I know what really happened,” he says, looking at his cards and keeping his poker face, pushing two pink cookies forward. “I appreciate you sparing me the embarrassment, but it’s not necessary. I’m sorry I puked on your pillow.”

“How would you not know you two slept together?” Hunter asks Sawyer.

“I would have topped. I assumed.”

“Excuse me.” Noah puts his hand to his heart, or at least where I assume he keeps it. “I am an amazing top!”

“And maybe aliens will rain down from the sky and abduct us.”

“I am a fantastic top.” Noah pushes four blue cookies to the center. Yeah, we don’t have real chips, but we do have a real baker who baked us poker chips. He even made penis-shaped cookies for Noah with the leftover dough. “That’s the plot of one of the books I’m reading now, though. I’d be more than okay with a hot alien man probing me.”

“Well, this is real life, Noah.” I push three cookies in and watch Hunter fold.

“Mark, you don’t understand. They have two dicks. Two dicks! The magic that could happen with two dicks? Unlimited.”

Sawyer sighs. “Anyway, thanks for trying to save me the embarrassment.”

“Oh, not a problem, it was super cringe. I got your back. Honestly, I was just so confused. When he fell to his knees, at first I thought he was worshiping my ass, but then I heard the crying.” Noah winks. We all throw our hands down.

“Fuck,” Sawyer mutters. We’ve been playing for about an hour, and Sawyer and Hunter are almost naked. I only have Hunter’s sweater on. Noah lost his pants a few hands back along with his socks, and all he’s left with is the jock he’s wearing and his baby-blue crop top that says‘alpha male’in pink bubbly letters with a unicorn leaping over the words.

“You’re sanitizing these chairs after, right?” I laugh as Sawyer pulls his boxers down, freeing his dick much to Noah’s excitement. This should feel weirder, and I really should take a closer look at myself and wonder why it’s not. Maybe Noah is rubbing off on me.

Shaking his head, he sits down. “Mark, I am burning these chairs and this table when this is done.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, Sawyer . . .” He gives us new cards. “You have a very nice penis. You should be proud.”

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