Page 144 of The Substitute
“I am. I’m not fucking this up again. Even if it’s ten years and you have to like marry and divorce Ambrose.” He releases my hand, and I miss it immediately.
“That’s not nice!”
He laughs. “Not my fault you’re divorcing Ambrose. That’s on him.”
I roll my eyes, fighting a smile. “Goodnight, Savage.”
“Good night, baby girl.”
By the time I get back to the dorm, I’m missing Savage and also Ambrose. I’m horny and sad, and it’s fucking complicated. I could jack off, but maybe I should tease Ambrose…
Stripping off my clothes, I stretch out on my stomach, arching my hips, and take a picture over my shoulder. My ass looks good, and you can’t see my face—just in case—so I send the image to Ambrose.
I’m buzzing with anticipation by the time I get his reply.
Ambrose: JFC you gotta warn a guy before you send pics like that
Oops.
Tobi: Um. Sorry?
Ambrose: I’m not. Fuck that’s sexy. I’ll be using it later.
Tobi: Or you could use it now…
A blush explodes on my chest, up my neck, and over my face. How the hell does anyone do this without turning bright red? It’s not fair.
Ambrose: Don’t fucking move.
FORTY-FOUR
AMBROSE
Tobi sent an image?
That’s odd. Usually, I have to beg him for pictures. I hope it’s something cute like him curled up in my bed. I open it immediately.
I’m not prepared for the image.
Tobi.
Naked.
Hips off the bed so his ass is up and so fucking round.
Fuck.
Blood instantly surges to my cock, and I have to cough to hide the gasp it causes.I’m rock fucking hard, and thank god I’m sitting because that would be fucking awkward with Teddy half in my face.
The sounds of the bar hit me like a ton of bricks when I look up from my screen. I’m surrounded by my teammates and puck bunnies and hockey fans. The place is crawling with Summerset colors. Normally, I could get into the festivities and enjoy our win, but tonight…
Ambrose: JFC you gotta warn a guy before you send pics like that!
Tobi: Um. Sorry?
I snort at his reply. I’m definitely not sorry, and I won’t be later when I’m stroking one out to it.
“Dude, what’s so interesting in your phone?” Blondie bumps into my shoulder.
