Page 34 of Puck You Very Much
“You know something? You’re right.”
“Why? You thinking about sucking a cock or something?”
I shut right up. That struck me like a hook to the gut even though I knew damn well Levi was just being Levi. I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. If I opened my mouth, Levi would know something was up.
“You’ve seen Ryan Detenbeck in the shower, haven’t you?” he asked.
“Uh, yeah, I have.”
“Talk about a fucking elephant. I keep expecting that thing to start sucking up peanuts or some shit.”
I couldn’t help laughing out loud. No, it didn’t eradicate the tension but eased it just a little.
“And then there’s Kayden Preston and Erik De Ruiter. I don’t know who was the top and bottom in that relationship, but I have no idea how either could walk after everything was said and done.
I smiled from ear to ear. At that point, I figured I’d done enough to deflect the conversation from anything to do with my own sexuality.
And yeah, so much of what Levi had said made sense. Problem was, he offered no idea of how to fix it.
“Did you ever think there was a point at which you could switch it off?” I asked.
“Switch what off? My raging boner?”
“If you want to call it that. I’m actually talking about your feelings for Quinn.”
“Before things really got going, yeah, of course. I thought I could control it. Once I kissed him for the first time, all bets were off.”
“What about Quinn?”
“He fought it a lot harder than I did but for different reasons.”
“So, you’re saying there was nothing you could do about it then? You were stuck?”
“I wouldn’t call it being stuck at all. I know I come off as a huge meathead?—”
“Youarea huge meathead?—”
“Thank you. But the truth is, Quinn and I were in love. Why the fuck would I fight it?”
That was nice of him to say in a Levi Dunn sort of way. On the other hand, his answer was love. If that was the only answer, I would be royally screwed.
15
ZANE
You’ll probably call me crazy for doing this, but I had to, okay? Ever since Jakob Martin and I fell into each other’s arms again, I’d had to do something drastic. I couldn’t eat and couldn’t sleep. My on-ice performance was suffering, and I had to take action once and for all.
I would tell Jakob that I wanted nothing to do with him. While I was at it, I would tell him to keep his filthy rotten lips to himself. I would also tell him that I would rather French kiss a hippopotamus than fall into another lip-lock with him.
That ought to show him.
So, I showed up at Jakob’s door but didn’t text him to let him know I was there. I just knocked. Look, if I told him that I wanted to see him, he might’ve found a reason to blow me off. Washing his hair or doing his taxes. Whatever. I wanted to say this in person because I needed him to know I meant it.
When Jakob opened the door, his eyes widened and he said, “Aw, shit!”
Get this: the idiot slammed the door in my face.
So, I pounded on the door with the bottom of my fist to let him know I wasn’t going away.
