Blurred Lines (Darby U Hockey Boys, #2)

by Andi Jaxon

These twin-sized beds are bullshit. There’s barely enough room for one jock, much less two. Though I guess they don’t really expect two of us to be laying in one.

OILER: Yo, big man, I need you to get a girl out of my dorm. P DAWG: So tell her to leave? OILER: But that’s mean! You do it. I’m pretty sure I can hear him sigh from here, but I don’t have to wait long before I hear the door open and Preston’s voice. “Time to go.”

Lmao I adore Preston

“Thanks, man.” I pat Preston’s arm, and he grabs my wrist. “Touch me again, I’ll break your fingers.”

“Less carbs, sugar, and butter would make you a better player,” Carmichael says behind us. “Having that stick removed from your ass would make you a better teammate,” I toss back.

“You’re my favorite person. You’re my person. There’s nothing about you I would change. You hear me?”

I do a search for anal prep on my phone and am overwhelmed with the number of videos, articles, and pictures. My brain hurts, and that dude has two forearms in his ass. Jesus.

“Just fuck off! I didn’t ask you to save me!” “I love you. You don’t have to ask!” His

“You’re a needy little fuck stick, aren’t you?”

A what

“No, I need you to trace this bite mark.” That’s Jeremy’s voice.

Hahahahahaha

“I . . . have an idea.” Mischief brightens his face, and uncertainty tightens my gut. This is not going to go well. “What?” “Let’s get married.”

I'm sorry?

“Yes,” I blurt out. “Let’s do it.”

SIRS?!?!?!

“There you are,” Jeremy says. “Where were you?” Brendon and I say the same thing at the same time, “Jacking off,” then laugh. Jeremy rolls his eyes, and Preston sighs.

When I wake a few hours later, there’s a white takeout container sitting on the bedside table with a note that says, “Eat this, dumbass,” in Preston’s sharp handwriting.

Preston is so babygirl

“How long until you can fuck again?” “Doctor said about two weeks.” Brendon groans and drops his forehead to my shoulder. “You’ll be okay, cumslut.

I don’t think people should have to “come out” but just be accepted for who they are. You love who you love, gender shouldn’t matter. So this isn’t me coming out, it’s me saying I married my best friend a few weeks ago, and I’m tired of feeling like I have to hide that fact. He’s an amazing man, and I am honored to call him mine.

“I love you, Brendon, until my heart stops beating.” “Then I’ll make sure it never does.”

Preston grabs a turkey sandwich and takes a bite. “You know you would play better if you didn’t eat that bread,” I tell him as I add potato chips to my sandwich. He sighs heavily as I take a big crunchy bite and smile at him.

“Why do I put up with you again?” “Because your scratching post likes me.” I ball up my trash and throw it at him. Jeremy snorts, and Paul sighs.

“February twenty-fourth?”

Aw my best friend's birthday