Page 16 of Unrivaled

Grady’s body was still buzzing with postwin adrenaline, and the image hit him low in the gut and made his dick twitch.

He shouldn’t answer. Any engagement would only encourage him.

Grady really wanted that blow job, though.

Don’t you have it backwards? Why doesn’t the winner get the blow job?

U gonna trust me w my teeth around ur dick after u beat me?

He made a good point. Grady was also more likely to feel magnanimous after winning than gracious after losing.

Besides, Max continued,a blow job is a good consolation prize.

Grady knew he should’ve turned his phone off.Fine, he messaged.

In response he got a string of smug-looking emojis and a few clasped hands.Knew ud see it my way. Cant wait 2 suck ur dick!

Grady refused to spend any brain power analyzingthatmessage. He turned off his phone and finished his cooldown in silence.

TO SAYMax was disappointed in the outcome of the Canada-North America semifinal would have been like saying water was wet.

He couldn’t believe they’d lost to a group of children, most of whom were still on entry-level contracts. He was thankful none of the Team North America guys were on the Monsters. Their egos were going to be out of control.

On the other hand, maybe Max’s team could use some young talent. Apparently he was old and sad now.

And Canada’s loss happenedafterthe US lost their semifinal against Europe, which meant that not only would Max not be winning the tournament and getting Grady’s dick in his mouth, he also would not be getting his dick in Grady’s.

It also meant Canada got a rematch against the US for third place, which was basically the definition ofconsolation prize, but Max wasn’t going to turn it down.

Unlike the last time they’d played against each other, it wasboring. Max didn’t know if everyone was tired or if, like him, they couldn’t bring themselves to care enough to put everything into a match for third place. Canada won 3–2, and Max went through the handshake line without even coming up with something annoying to say to Grady. He was off his game in more ways than one.

He answered questions for the media on autopilot, and then he went back to his hotel, ordered room service, and put on the North America-Europe game. Kirschbaum was playing in full beast mode, but North America had three forwards just as good and hungry as he was, and while Europe might have more experience, North America had youth and speed on their side.

Halfway through his dinner, Max found himself rooting for North America. After all, they were basically half Canadian, so….

A thought hit him, and he blinked at the television screen. The score was tied at 1. The game could go either way. If he messaged now, he wouldn’t looktoothirsty.

Fuck it.

If u think about it, if North America wins, both Canada and the US also win.

Then, in case that wasn’t clear, he added a pair of mouth emojis and two eggplants.

He refused to stare at his phone while he waited for an answer, so he finished his dinner and brushed his teeth, just in case.

When he returned to the game, North America was up 2–1 with thirty seconds to go in the third.

His phone beeped.

1573.

What did that mean? Was it some kind of code? He refused to believe there was a sex code Grady Armstrong knew about and he didn’t. But then what—

Fairmont.

That was Max’s hotel. 1573 must be the room number.

Fuck yes.

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