Page 163 of Friendzone Hockey
I get lost in his eyes, staring at him when I’m not busy making drinks or helping customers. I can now. He’s mine, I get to stare at him all I want. When we catch each other’s gazes, the starburst sensation in my chest is still there, but it’s so much more now that we’re officially us. I work through a busy lunch rush, he does some work on his laptop—something about Rhett teaching him about investing.
When it slows down, I meander over with a fresh beer for him. I ordered him some food that should come out any minute, so he’d have something to eat while I do the midday bar prep, then we can get the fuck outta here. It’s so slow now that he’s the only one at the bar top.
As I approach, Stacey looks around. “Buying me a drink? Are you making a pass at me, bartender?”
I laugh. “And if I am?” I lean across the bar.
“I have to decline.” He holds up the ring. “I’m already taken, and he’s the most beautiful man in the world.”
Somehow, Stacey makes me feel like I actually am the most beautiful man in the world.
“Good answer, Alderchuck, but be my husband again so I can kiss you?”
He leans across the bar. Our lips don’t make it. There’s a loud fucking thump on the other side of the bar well. Several of the bottles jump, and a two-six of vodka crashes against the floor.
“What the fuck?” Stacey says. He’s up, heading toward the sound, and I’m right behind him.
He swings the door to the supply closet open. It takes a full minute for my brain to make sense of what’s happening.
Maxwell Elkington, Rhett’s dad, sweat-slicked, dark hair feathered over his face, one hand against the wall for support and the other threaded through another head of dark hair.
Holy shit. Eddie Arovini is choking on his fucking hog of a cock. He makes an attempt to pull off of it.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” He slaps him across the face. “Just for that, no orgasm for you. Make it up to me, and maybe I’ll let you come next time.”
Eddie moans around Maxwell’s cock, head bobbing as if being denied has turned him on more.
“That’s a good boy.” His steely eyes snap to us. “Can I help you?”
This fucking guy. As if we’ve interrupted a board meeting. As if this isn’t the scandal of the century, sexing it up in my broom closet. He was still the Mayor of Vancouver last time I checked, and Eddie’s still the owner of the Vancouver Orcas and a member of one of the richest families in the province.
“Maybe you and your lot have another problem for me to solve, hmm? The answer’s no. One fucking favor a season. Now if you don’t mind, get the fuck out.”
Guess he’s all tapped out after the Sutter and Casey situation just after the season ended. I thought it was Eddie who’d done the leg work there, but Maxwell’s taking credit as Elkingtons do.
He leans over to grab the door handle and pulls it shut with a hard slam in our faces.
“Do you think anyone saw that?” I whisper.
Stacey shakes his head. There are only a few tables still eating and they’re on the other side of the restaurant.
“Please, please tell me that your dick’s as fucking hard as mine is or I’m gonna have to die of embarrassment somewhere.”
He puts my hand over his cock. Hard as steel.
Eddie kept sucking Maxwell’s dick in front of us because Maxwell told him to. He was hungry for it.
“Your dad’s office empty?” Stacey suggests.
“Only one way to find out.”
We trip over ourselves, racing through the kitchen and to the back. Stacey’s hand’s reaching for the door. A harsh voice stills his arm. Was that … Dirk?
Stacey and I freeze, turning our ears toward the door.
Is Dirk fighting with someone in there?I mouth.
“I think so,”he says, barely above a whisper.
