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I like to think spite and being petty controls the universe
Oppressing someone with love is still oppression. Even if it’s because they want to protect us.
I’m really hoping it’s Connor because he’s bringing his best friend, one of the officials we asked to ref our charity game, and the man I’ve been in love with since I was about twelve years old. Knox Addison.
And now, here he is, number 61 because neither of us ever imagined being picked up by our home team Colorado, where number 19 is retired, thanks to Joe Sakic being a legend. Connor tells people it’s upside down because that’s how all the ladies read it while they’re riding his face.
And when I’d messaged the profile with a simple word: “Knox?” He’d replied with, “Easton Persephone Wayne Gretzky Ann Kikishkin. What are you doing on here and does your brother know?”
the man I end up with would not be so easily intimidated by my family. Don’t get me wrong, they’re intimidating as hell, but my guy wouldn’t care. He wouldn’t back down. My guy will always have my back first.
Connor gives me a noogie. “What’s up, little brother?” Asher leans around him. “Say the word. I know a few hit men who could take him out.”
I don’t really see their plan here. To embarrass me? For what reason? Everyone in the Collective has partners, and they’re all monogamous. I know because I asked.
Thirsty Easton is thirsty. Sue me.
Plus, Ezra is here. Nothing they have on me could come close to Ezra … existing.
Who are they trying to cockblock me from when there are ...
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Anton lets out a sexy-as-fuck smile and says, “I love a man with freckles.” Ezra’s gasp is dramatic. “Hey. You said I get to flirt with pretty men. I didn’t say you could.”
Ezra turns to me with a glare. “You could try being less good at the looking pretty part.”
“Pretty is overrated,” Cody Bilson says. “Gimme weird any day.”
“Hey, they might be weird, but they’re my weird.”
Connor did not mean for me to block all these other cocks with my own.
“Sure you’re still part of the hockey industry, my prison donkey friend.” “Prison donkey?” “A zebra. Duh.”
even though I’m turned on as hell, my cock is only at half-mast. Stupid whiskey dick. Though poking my newfound friends with my dick is probably not the best way to keep said friends.
“Welcome to my slut era,” East slurs and takes another shot. “I’m gonna slut it right up. Puck bucks beware, Easton Kikikishinkis is on the market.”
“I dunno, I’m pretty good at helping men find God. You’d know that if you weren’t somehow immune to all my offers.”
Totally thinking with your top head instead of your dick head.”
“Am I scaring you? With my widdle crush? Oh no, Connor’s brother wants my penis. He’s been picturing us getting married and buying a house in the suburbs and having two dogs and an ice rink in the backyard.”
Maybe my feelings for Knox are as ingrained in me as my love of hockey is. I don’t ever remember choosing hockey either. My love for it was always there.
with how he’s been staring at you today, like he’s been on a diet and you’re the only candy bar in the entire universe,
I’d say the only reason he rejected you is because of your brother. Or because you were drunk. And we love a king of consent.”
Ezra shouted the very inappropriate but most Ezra thing to ever Ezra.
When I’d watch hockey as a kid and saw this ritual, I used to always think, “Now kiss!” It never happened. Until now. Bilson, who’s in front of me and is Miles’s partner, goes that step further and kisses his man.
“I’m a whore for cuddles, what can I say?”
“Do you think when Mom and Dad had us, it was like their bodies could only produce a certain amount of common sense, so Connor got the majority, I have a normal amount, and you have none?
Connor and Knox are lucky they got a different flight back because otherwise, I’d be tempted to be one of those mentally unwell people who try to open the door mid-flight so I could toss them both out.
The front door dramatically bursts open, and my Kiki brothers storm in. They’re obviously agitated, but there are no bruises, and we’re still all good on the limbs, so I’m taking that as a win.
I love a good prostate tickler. I love it when my feet tingle and I get a whole-body orgasm from playing with my prostate.
I can’t make you fall madly in love with me if I’m never here, can I?”
I’m fully prepared to jump in my car and run away. Or drive away. Not face Knox at all. If he never says the words “it’s over,” then it will never end. Look at me coming up with logic.
“Even with my face all fucked-up, I’m still prettier than you. You look like the love child of Brad Marchand and Zach Hyman.”
Relationships are fucking work, but when you find the person you love wholeheartedly, you’ll do anything to keep them.
“Who would’ve thought the love child of Marchand and Hyman would actually have brains in his weirdly shaped head? I would’ve thought all its energy would go toward holding up your big nose.”
“I’m realistically in love with you,”
it’s a sight of glory. Of absolute chaotic scheduling glory.
Cock now, talk later.”
“Considering I’m already in a fairy-tale, happily-ever-after love with you, it won’t take much for me to fall in realistic love with you as well.”
“It might not be a wedding ring or a watermelon candy ring, but it is a ring. Promise fulfilled.” “And to think I was worried about you proposing with a cock ring.” “It vibrates and everything! As soon as I saw it, I thought of you.” He stares at it in its packaging a bit longer. “I don’t know whether to be offended or turned on.”
My body has a mind of its own.” He smiles. “Yeah, it’s called your brain.” “Nah, I’m pretty sure it’s called my dick.”
“I swear to the patron of dicks, if he ends up staying for dinner, you won’t get another orgasm until the next time we get to see each other.”
Give me another month for his season to start, and I’ll go back to smelling those same clothes and missing him all over, but for right now, I want to burn them to teach him a lesson.
through it all, it’s become clearer than ever that Easton is my person. My messy, annoying person who likes to have toothpaste when he brushes his teeth.
My supermodel boyfriend has dicks on his head, and they bob up and down every time he moves. Wonderful.
“We’ve almost made it a year now.” “And I love you more now than when we started together. Even when you leave me with no toothpaste.” “I love you more now than ever before too. Even if you leave your clothes on the floor when there’s a perfectly good hamper in the bathroom.”
