Page 109 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

Breck scowled defensively. “I’m low on clean clothes, okay? Haven’t done laundry in a while.”

“Hmm.” Kai frowned and clutched his hips. But then he looked at Breck and shrugged. “I’m fine with it if you are. I presume you’re used to wearing less in the locker rooms.”

Well, yeah, Breck was totally used to it. Walked nude around his teammates in the showers virtually every day. The very big difference, though, was that they weren’t Kai—who could make him pop a boner with a simple look. God only knew how he’d react when Kai started touching. Hell, he was already sporting a semi by the mere notion of Kai tying him up.

So, what were his options then? Say no and walk out? Say yes, and just deal with his blatant arousal? He’d looked into BDSM after that crazy night at Scott’s. And what he’d found had only made his dumb ass more intrigued. Truth be told, a part of him had been envious of Sean. He’d wished it’d been him who’d had a scene with Kai that night.

In other words, he didn’t want to pass up this opportunity. He’d most likely never get another chance.

Fuck it. So Kai would see his hard-on. It wasn’t like he didn’t know Breck was attracted to him. He’d let that cat out of the bag last fall—and then confirmed those feelings all over again just last month. When his drunk ass had tried to fuck Kai right there in his dojang.

Yeah, definitely not a secret.

But maybe he could play it to his advantage.

After all, Kai was drawn to him, too.

That scorching kiss they’d shared had been testament to that.

Who knew what would have happened between them if Breck hadn’t been so drunk.

He inwardly rolled his eyes. Nothing. Not a damn thing would’ve happened. Because if he hadn’t been drunk, he wouldn’t have gone to Kai’s in the first place.

Whatever. That was then and this is now, and he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

Deep down, he’d been dying to get physical with Kai. So much so that, evidently, he’d even let the fucker tie him up.

His stomach clenched uneasily.

Tie him up. Wearing nothing but a jockstrap.

He was absolutely batshit crazy.

Nodding his head, he agreed. “Yeah. I’m used to it. Naked as a jaybird in the showers six days a week.”

Kai eyed him. “So… you’re good?”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

If ‘good’ equated to ‘nervous,’ that is. Kai still made him wary. Loved to play on Breck’s emotions and poke his pride at every turn. And he was good at it, damn it. Way too good. God only knew how he’d react to Kai’s antics once he was all tied up.

Kai exhaled. “Awesome.”

Breck prayed he wouldn’t regret this.

Kai smiled. “Stop worrying. No crazy shit, remember? I promised.”

Breck gazed at him, heart thumping restlessly. “And I’m holding you to that.”

Kai inclined his head, then gestured to a spot in the middle of the room. “I’ll be binding you here. Your clothes can go on the couch.” He strode to his kitchen and rummaged through a box on the counter. Grabbing some stuff, he headed back to the coffee table.

Anxious, Breck pulled his tee shirt over his head. Shucked his basketball shorts. Cool air kissed his naked ass. Fucking jockstrap. And now his semi was on full display. He flexed his fingers and clenched his jaw. Fought not to scowl.

He would not fucking blush.

A few feet away, Kai turned to face him. Pausing, he regarded Breck. Slowly. Appreciatively. Drinking him in like a tall glass of water. “You certainly wear ‘athlete’ well.”

Breck thrummed, Kai’s words like a shot of endorphins, but kept his expression shuttered and lifted his chin. “I should. I train six days a week.”

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