Page 76 of Puck My Stepbrother
Could I say anything else?
“Right,” he said, “and if you lose your scholarship, you might not be able to finish your education.”
Won’tbe able to finish your education would’ve been much more accurate. Sure, he was playing good cop now, but the seriousness of the situation wasn’t lost on me.
“I’m telling you all this now because I don’t want to see a worst-case scenario happen,” he said. “I want to believe thisconversation will accomplish its goal. You’re too good of a hockey player to let something like this happen.”
Normally, I would’ve snapped back at the coach, telling him he was full of shit. Even better, I would’ve gone out there and shown him why he was wrong and how I was the best player on the ice. But hockey wasn’t my life anymore. Ditto for my NHL dreams. They mattered, sure, but not in the way they once had.
“Now, do you understand what I’m telling you?” he asked.
I didn’t answer. I felt too weak for that. Shit, I felt stunned.
“Well, do you?”
“I hear you.”
The words barely made a sound leaving my mouth. Could things get any fucking worse? And then Hardison stood up and left the room, as if to make a dramatic point. Normally, I would’ve felt like I’d crossed the point of no return. Like, I should’ve been worried about my whole life going down the drain. Only this feeling was different. Oh yeah, I understood what I could lose. Like I said, hockey had been everything to me—before.
Now, other things mattered to me. Quinn Standish, first and foremost. I knew he was being stubborn and everything. And normally, I would’ve found that stubbornness seriously sexy. Before, I’d thought I could crack the code, that it would happen sooner or later. But Quinn had told me in no uncertain terms that he was with Jeff, and that this guy would attend the wedding as his date.
In other words, I should forget about him. Move on. There were millions of fish in the sea.
But Quinn still didn’t understand that Levi Dunn always got what he wanted.
One way or another.
29
QUINN
“Get over here,” I told Jeff.
He smiled and scooted up beside me on the couch. When he threw an arm around me, I smiled back. Then I took his hand and placed it squarely on my crotch so he couldn’t mistake my intentions.
“Quinn,” he laughed, “what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m going?”
Though he didn’t answer, I knew he understood exactly what I wanted. It was all part of the dance that took you from Point A to Point B when it came to being frisky. Problem was, I’d never been so direct in all the time I’d known him. In fact, I’d been timid.
I’d considered doing something like this when he’d come over to the house, but thought it seemed kind of dumb. After all, I’d chickened out of doing this once already. Plus, it could fail epically. Like, what if I had another situation like the one at his house? That would embarrass me beyond belief. But when I looked at Jeff right now, admiring the face that’d stolen my heart, I couldn’t help myself.
Jeff squeezed my crotch, rubbing it, but stayed somewhat reserved. Then he kissed me deeply, like he’d waited for this moment forever. He lowered me onto the couch, slithering on top of me. His tongue dove deep into my mouth, comingling with mine, before he kissed my neck deeply. Then he shifted downward, rubbing his face against my chest before unbuttoning my shirt.
I felt myself growing hard already, the perfect sign that everything would work out the way it was supposed to. Jeff unbuckled my belt and lowered my zipper. Then I lifted my ass off the couch as he helped me out of my jeans. He stroked my member through my underwear before pulling them down, letting my hard cock spring free.
Jeff paused, smiling at my dick the way you would at a steak dinner. He practically licked his lips.
“Help yourself,” I said.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
When he wrapped his fingers around my cock, taking it deep into his mouth, I thrust my head back, running a hand over Jeff’s shoulder. God, his warm, wet mouth felt better than I’d imagined. His head bobbed up and down and my mouth dropped open as I was thrown off guard by the immense pleasure.
He sucked me slowly and deliberately, allowing me to feel every last bit of his perfect mouth. Then he sped up suddenly, making me groan. Tension below my waist mounted and my breathing quickened. If he kept this up, I would come for sure.
“Wait, wait, stop,” I said.
