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Jax was leaner than Jakob and wiry. You’d swear to God he didn’t have an inch of fat on him. Jakob seemed the perfect size; not too lean but not hefty either. Screwing around with him proved he was strong as an ox even though I’d taken a dominant role. I could probably toss Jax around like a rag doll.
When his eyes met mine, I looked away, hoping to God he wouldn’t notice me checking him out.
“If I were you, I’d chill out with this babe,” he said.
“You mean like Netflix and chill?”
He touched his fingers to his chin, considering it.
“Hey, if you can score, you should totally score,” he said. “Far be it from me to talk someone out of getting some pussy. I’m just saying you shouldn’t get into this thing too deep even if you’ve gotten intoherpretty deep. You’ve got hockey to worry about.”
“I know.”
“And you’ve got the Larkin Lions to worry about, too. Jakob Martin especially.”
That struck me like a hook to the gut. Instead of mentioning the obvious thing I didn’t want to hear, he brought up a close second. Screwing around with a Larkin Lion was one thing but taking things to another level was quite another. Still, I felt like I couldn’t control its progress no matter how hard I tried.
When Jax stripped down to his underwear, I realized I was still studying him like I had a minute ago. Again, he did look good. I probably wouldn’t have said no to touching him if I had the chance. That relieved me a little. If I felt turned on by Jax, then maybe my feelings weren’t completely about Jakob. Yeah, I was playing with fire, but I needed to consider it.
He pulled his underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Jax sported a long, meaty, uncircumcised dick, in a tangle of public hair. Thank God I stopped a gasp from escaping my lips.
“Dude,” he said, “you’re acting like you’ve never seen my dick before.”
I shook my head, snapping to attention, and realized that I’d actually daydreamed while studying his cock. I hadn’t meant to be so weird, but I couldn’t explain what I’d been doing either.
“I’ve seen your dick a thousand times,” I said, “and what a fucking monster it is.”
He smiled as if the confirmation of his gargantuan cock pleased him to no end.
“I know you have. I just wonder why you chose now to stare at it.”
“I didn’t choose right now to do it. It just sort of happened that way.”
I clapped both hands over my mouth before I made any more of an ass of myself.
Jax howled with laughter.
“Oh my God, you can’t be serious,” he said.
Soon, I saw tears in his eyes, as he struggled to calm down.
“It’s all good, though,” he said, “as long as I can check out your ass.”
He slapped my backside like the meathead he was before erupting in another round of laughter.
Good thing I didn’t feelthatturned on by Jax’s manhood—which is to say I hadn’t popped a boner at the sight. Somehow the idea of feeling powerfully attracted to him sounded worse than my insane lust for Jakob Martin.
20
JAKOB
Itook a couple of Tums before meeting up with Zane. Don’t ask me why. By now, you should know. I will admit that I had even more reason than usual for feeling mildly sick in Zane’s presence.
He stopped by my place after practice mostly because I was alone and he had a roommate. That seemed fine at first. I felt determined that nothing would happen. Not everything goes according to plan, though. Once inside my house, I snatched Zane, pulled him in close so our chests pressed together, and trapped him in a lip lock. I closed the door behind us with my free hand, and Zane backed me up against it.
We were hungry. Voracious even. To tell you the truth, words likeravenousdidn’t sound inaccurate to describe what we felt when our lips and tongues met. Our mild grunting noises underscored our hunger.
I broke away from Zane’s embrace before he could lift my shirt over my head or relieve me of any other clothing. Judging by the intensity in his eyes, he didn’t feel deterred, so I wiggled and squeezed past him.
