Page 74 of Two Guys One Puck
But I don’t stop him when he grabs my jaw and kisses me again. “I’m going to keep shutting you down so I’m drafted first.”
I snarl into his mouth. “Not on your life, sugar plum.”
“I’m already faster and bigger.” He tightens his grip on me.
“What’s your point?”
“That going to be a problem?”
“Is it for you?” I ask, not wanting to expose myself more.
“I want to see you again,” he says easily.
“I want to see you, too,” I say in a rush, and I’m kissing him again.
He stops me before we can strip each other again. “Go see if the coast is clear so I can leave.”
“I can’t believe you’d rather have breakfast than my dick again.” I make him hide behind the door to make sure Happy and Sleepy went to get breakfast. “Is clear.”
He steps out of my room but doesn’t leave.
“What?”
He grabs me and kisses me again. “We don’t leave until tomorrow morning.”
“Message me when your game is over.”
“Yeah?”
I nod.
TWENTY-FOUR
SEABORN
Idon’t look Wolfe in the eyes when I sit at their table with breakfast.
Archangel is moving eggs around his plate, reading something on his phone. He speaks without looking up. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” I mutter, leery of the chipper reaction.
“Did you get any sleep?” Wolfe asks coyly.
“I did.” I’m still not convinced he’s being altruistic.
“You sure about that?” Wolfe’s whole body rumbles in a laugh.
I roll my eyes, more convinced. “I’m quite sure.”
“And you left me hanging, so I had no wingman last night!” Wolfe shoves waffles into his face between words.
“Archangel’s not good enough?” I ask.
Archangel rolls his eyes. “Maybe I’m done helping straight men get laid.” He’s annoyed, and I’m sure it’s at me, but Wolfe doesn’t deserve that.
Maybe he’s never liked playing wingman, although he hasn’t complained before. Wolfe is happy to return the favor. We’ve always helped each other get laid.
“Cold,” I mutter.
