Page 81 of Two Guys One Puck
Ifrown at my phone and check the time. It’s only been an hour and a half. We said two.
Seaborn: What happened?
“Put your phone down.” One of the girls playfully grabs my arm.
I barely stop myself from telling her not to touch me.
Ktytor: Nothing at all. You just look like you’re pretty settled for the night. So I’ll leave you to it.
What the fuck?
How can he see me… My head snaps up, and I search the room. I don’t see him, but enough of his team is here, so he has to be. Dread fills my stomach like a lead ballon. I’m not doing anything wrong, but I want to be with him, not anyone else. I’ve been thinking about this night for weeks.
Before I overthink it, I’m on my feet and looking for him. Could he have left already? I don’t know his room number, so if he’s gone, I’m going to have a real hard time getting a hold of him.
I snarl, shoving through people looking for him before I allow myself to jump to the worst case. I don’t find him anywhere. I’m in the back corner of the bar, and I try one more play before I leave. I slip around the corner to the bathroom and almost run into him.
“What the fuck?” I growl, grabbing his shirt so he can’t run away.
“Do you need something?” His tone is cold.
“I think it’s pretty clear what I need.” I’m half hard just being near him, and I press it into his hip.
He nods towards where I was sitting. “You have a couple of women who are willing to help you out with that. I’m not needed.”
“That’s not who I want.” My chest is heaving, and I’m worried he’s going to see how fucked all this has me. He reads me too well and I’m too exposed.
“What do you want?” He looks over my shoulder, reminding me we’re out in the open.
“You.”
That gets a little bit of a smile out of him, but he quickly masks it. “I don’t need to be your backup when you can’t get laid.”
“I don’t need a backup, and I don’t have a problem getting laid. I told you, I want to spend the night with you.”
“You seemed pretty content.”
Something strikes me. “Do you want me to out us by not acting normal? Because the second I stop acting like myself, it’s going to be talked about.”
A wave of emotion washes over his face before finally landing on anger. “Are you trying to make me believe that if you’re not all over a couple of women they will know you’re with a man?”
“It’s not that. I’m normally flirty. I’ve already ditched enough nights out to have my teammates notice.” I tighten my grip on his shirt so I don’t let go and hit him.
“Whatever. Go back to it then.”
“You are so infuriating.”
“At least I don’t have someone with their hands all over me while texting you.”
What is he not seeing here? I’m putting it out here and telling him. He looks behind me again, and I half turn to see what he’s looking at. It’s just shadows of people walking past the hallway, but we are so exposed here.
I shove him backward, forcing him around the corner away from the bathrooms and prying eyes, near the stock room. I slam him into the wall and kiss him. He grabs my face, kissing me back just as roughly.
He grinds his hip against my dick while working his against my thigh. “I need you.”
“How?” I’m on the verge of taking him here. If he asked, I would. “Because I need to be inside you.”
“We need to leave. Now.” Ktytor grabs my cock through my jeans, making it all the more urgent, but he doesn’t stop kissing me.
