Page 6 of Two Guys One Puck
“What the fuck was that?” he asks like it was entirely me, even though he kissed me back and his cock is still hard. The fucking audacity.
“You tell me.” I drag my teeth over my lip, still tasting him there.
“Don’t fucking pretend like…” He trails off.
I flick my gaze over his body, the slight breeze making me more aware of my lack of shirt. “Pretend like what?” I say when he doesn’t finish.
“It was all me.” His voice is softer.
“I never said that,” I growl back.
Why do I want him to kiss me again? Almost as much as I want to hit him.
His chest heaves, and he must finally realize he’s in pain because he pinches the bridge of his nose and sucks in a breath.
Neither of us speaks.
THREE
SEABORN
It’s been days, and I still can’t wrap my head around what happened with Ktytor. I fucking hate him, so how did we end up kissing? I’m not even sure who started it or if either of us did. I keep going over it in my head, and I’m so lost. I don’t even like dudes. I’m completely straight.
But…did I like it?
Why the fuck am I even asking myself this?
Was it just all the pent-up aggression? That sounds like a real thing that could legitimately happen. Or at least that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself until we get through the playoffs. We might have to face them again, and I can’t be focused on whatever the fuck happened. I almost asked one of my roommates, Archangel. He’s gay, so he knows how that shit works, but I can’t bring myself to admit it out loud. They’d probably never trust me again knowing I kissed the enemy.
I have a headache and my roommates are throwing a party, but I’m sitting alone checking Ktytor’s social media when I could be getting laid. What is wrong with me? I’m worried he’s posted something about it. Even in his cryptic, snarky way, it would be too much. Rumors in hockey spread like wildfire, and I can’t let anything hurt my chance of being recruited.
“BRO,” Archangel crashes into my room. My housemate is my co-defender on the same line. He’s a great guy, a little over the top, but that’s why we all love him. He’s wearing a cropped tee and high-waisted jeans that still allow a few inches of his toned abs to show under. “The house is packed with bunnies. Why are you still up here?”
We live with our goalie Wolfe as well, and the two of them, when left to their own devices, love to throw house parties. I don’t complain. I wouldn’t be able to live anywhere this nice without the two of them, and it sure beats being in the fucking dorms. And I guess I can’t be mad about all the pussy gifted to me on a silver platter, but I’m kinda in the middle of an existential crisis.
“I’ll come down in a bit.” I pet Venom, our shared cat, acting like she’s the reason I’m still in my room. “She just got comfy.”
“While I respect the pussy cuddle, you’re not getting out of this.” Archangel treats this like a standoff.
“Would you move her?” I gasp like he’s suggested murder.
“She’s probably been there for an hour.”
“And in this house, we respect women! She hasn’t even consented to me getting up.” I keep petting her cute little black head while she purrs loudly.
“I can’t believe you’re using my own cat against me.”
“I’ll send the bunnies up here next time.” He makes theI’m watching you, Fockerfingers.
“Calm your tits!”
Archangel cups them. “They cannot be calmed!”
“I’m getting up.” I pick up the cat and set her gingerly on my bed. She glares like only a cat can. “Great, now she’s going to avoid me all week.”
“I mean, you did move her.”
I blink. “You told me to.”
