Page 142 of Friendzone Hockey
“His hookup is Dash. We’ve seen them both naked in the locker room a hundred times.”
“Not the fucking same, dude.”
The voices are my brother, Dirk, and Jack. What’s Jack doing here so early in the morning?
I’m left with two choices. Threatening them upon penalty of death if they dare come in here and see us like this, or cover us up. Both options risk waking Dash. The doorknob twists—too late—I grab for the blanket and do my best to hide our private bits.
Nobody’s wearing shirts, but everyone’s wearing hats. Sweat slicks my skin, and Dash’s hair is wet with it. It’s gonna be a hot one today. Maybe I’ll push all of them into the pool at Kits Beach.
Dash stirs, and I glare murder at them.
“We know you hate us right now, but we’re dying out there. You guys just fucking left and then we didn’t hear from you until we heard from you, if you know what we mean,” Jack says.
Yeah. Dash and I were kinda loud. I was hard to control last night.
Dash blinks the sleep from his eyes. “Stace? Where are—holy fuck!” He clings to me until his brain understands it’s just our yahoo crew at the door. Him clinging to me’s not so bad, though. Especially now that I can do what I really want to him.
I don’t care who’s present. I intend on waking him with a kiss every morning for the rest of our lives. I turn his face and plant my lips on his. “Want me to flay them alive, sweetheart?”
Dash chases my lips when I pull away, so I give him another kiss. “I say we give ‘em a pass today because they can’t help themselves, but if it happens again, off with their heads.”
“You hear that? Your lives are spared. Now get the fuck out.”
Newsflash, they don’t get the fuck out.
“D’awww. I knew they’d be the most adorable couple ever,” Jack says.
“I can’t even be grossed out right now,” Casey says. “I’m so fucking happy for them.”
The bed depresses with Dirk’s heavy ass, and I mentally make plans to whisk Dash away to the most remote place in existence. Are they doing tours to Pluto, yet?
Dash is right, though. They’re just excited, and I guess I can find it in my heart to forgive their excitement, so long as Dash is covered up. I do a quick scan and adjust the blankets a bit more to cover his ass.
“Soooo, tell us everything,” Dirk says.
“Can we get dressed first?” Dash pleads. “I love you, Dirk, but not as much as I love pants on when I’m talking to you.”
“You heard him. Out, out, everybodyout,” I say.
“Wow, Dash. You’ve got a Doberman of your own,” Casey says.
“Out!”
They mulishly make their way out, letting the delicious scent of bacon waft in when they open the door. Someone’s out there making breakfast.
Dash laughs into my chest.
“What?”
“You’re both everything I expected as a boyfriend and not at all. A lot more protective.”
He called me his boyfriend.
I might be a tad overboard, but I’m sure it’ll wear off, like, when we’re eighty or something. “Is it okay?”
“I love it,” he says. “And I love you, Alderchuck.”
My insides melt. I don’t remember how to breathe. His hand moves over my abs and around to my ass, grabbing it like it’s a peach. I cup his face in my hands.
