Page 111 of Two Guys One Puck
That’s the last fucking thing I need.
“You’ll play better, I promise. I’ve been told my lips are like a hoover.”
I make a face. “A hoover?”
She nods, grinding on me. “I’ll suck your soul out through your dick.”
My dick wants nothing to fucking do with her, even after not getting laid in a month and the stimulation. “I might need my soul, thanks.”
“You’re so funny. I’ll let you fuck me in the ass. I need the points.”
I blink. “What… No, never mind. I do not want to know.”
She giggles. “But you’re ranked so high!”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, and since no one has got you, you’re ranked the highest in the bonus round!” She drapes her arms over my shoulders, clearly mistaking my horror for curiosity or something. “I’ve never won, but this year, I’m going to.”
I’m all for sexual freedom. I’d be a fucking hypocrite if I wasn’t after how many one-night stands I’ve had, but something about being a game with points puts a really bad taste in my mouth. “I’m the highest?”
“Yep, you and Wolfe are worth the most,” she says like it’s some kind of honor.
“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but it’s not going to be me tonight. You need to get off.” I stand up carefully, picking her up with me so I can set her on her feet.
But the second I get to my feet, I see Ktytor staring right at me.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I swear he has the worst timing.
I dodge the girl who’s still trying to get handsy and go after Ktytor who stalked out the door.
He’s waiting for me on the sidewalk. “You don’t need to say anything. I’m leaving.”
“Fuck no. We are talking this out.” I glance around, then shove him into the alley.
“What’s the point?”
“Are you kidding?”
He laughs, but not with humor. “Okay, pumpkin. If we must pretend, you can be Cinderella for the night.”
“What are you even talking about?”
“You’re living in a fantasy world, chasing me out of a party like you have a glass slipper that fits.” He rolls his eyes, annoyed.
“Wouldn’t that make you Cinderella?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Will you just hear me out?” I don’t let him pass. “That’s not what it looked like. I was trying to get her off without hurting her.”
He snarls. “No, what it looked like was you were trying to carry her to your bed. You can sell your lies to someone who cares, darling.”
I grab him so he’ll listen to me. “You know as much as I do what kind of fucking pressure we’re under to not have any rumors or bad shit against us. I wanted to get up and fucking dump her off my lap, but I didn’t because I’m so fucking careful. It’s been drilled into my head, and I’m sure it has been yours, too. If someone accused me of hitting them or hurting them, I’d be fucking suspended.”
He at least looks like he believes me. “Fine, whatever. You weren’t going to fuck her.”
“I was not going to do anything with her.” I’m desperate for him to believe me.
