Seth (Johnson Family Rules, #3)

by Carly Marie

“No? Then what does my pretty boy need?” Him. More of this. More time.

Thank fuck this wasn’t my bed because Austin’s body glitter was everywhere. Not that he cared about that and given that he was ruining his own bed with craft herpes, I wasn’t going to complain.

Rolling my eyes at both my brother and my phone, I released my dick and gave it a quick but gentle scrub. “Coming.” “No, you already came. Now it’s time to get moving.” This living arrangement wasn’t going to last very long.

“It’s a little embarrassing to be getting dropped off to practice by my big brother.” Dillon wouldn’t hear of my taking a car service to the arena, insisting that he was already up and it was stupid to pay someone for something he’d do for free. Dillon gave me a toothy grin. “What was it that Mom used to say to us when she dropped us off at school?” My face paled and I reached for the door, but I’d forgotten that he had automatic windows. His voice echoed behind me as I beat a hasty retreat toward the entrance, trying to pretend I didn’t know who the man was or who he was talking to. “Love you, sweetie! Be good and don’t give your coaches a hard time today.”

“Strike!” Strike? This was hockey, not baseball. I was inside. Another voice sounded frantic. “Ball, ball, ball. Steal!” A hollow bounce sounded just as skates cut the ice on a stop. A moment later they started and stopped again.

Hah I knew there were strikes in hockey

Mazdon was at home plate. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve done on ice.” “If you stay with us, you won’t be saying that for long.”

Toby and Jean-Luc started arguing about lunch plans. I followed them down the tunnel toward the locker room, shaking my head as I went. “How does anything get done at your place? You two argue like my siblings when we were kids.” Jean-Luc pulled his helmet off and looked back at me. “We have a lot of schedules and we keep argue days to once a week.” I was going to regret asking this. “What are argue days?” Toby handed his gloves to Blaise, never missing a beat in our conversation. “The day we make meal and chore plans for the week. That’s the argue day. We usually have everything ironed out for the rest of the week. As it turns out, today is argue day and the first order of business is figuring out lunch, then heading home to make a meal plan and chore list.”

“It sounds like the two of you need to find a roommate who’s a Dom.”

“I hooked up with a guy at the Halloween party.” “Yeah, believe me, we heard.” My eyes widened and Elliot quickly clarified. “I mean, we heard from Austin… not that we heard heard. Eww. Please, no. You all don’t keep anything from each other and I’m okay with that, but I draw the line at hearing any of you all having sex.”

“Just say it, I can handle it. You’ve been sexting the guy. Your brother is pretty fucking epic at it.” I put my fingers in my ears. “Lalalalala. Remember saying that we share too much? That, that right there is an overshare. Eww, I don’t want to think about Nathan having sex, or sexting.”

“Thanks for the save back there.” Mazdon’s laugh was genuine. “That’s quite literally my job. I save your ass when shit gets real. I’m pretty sure that’s a D-man’s job description: save winger’s ass.”

Austin’s free hand waved me off. “Oh seriously, Seth. Do you think I haven’t already seen all these texts between the two of you? There’s nothing in here that I haven’t seen.” My eyes widened as much as my mouth. “What?” He blew a raspberry in my direction. “Like you don’t go through my phone. We’re twins. There are no secrets, including our phone passwords. Though I will say, I kinda wish we were identical because your cock is gorgeous.” “Austin! Holy shit. Boundaries, asshole!”

I was more relieved that he hadn’t added dildos or vibrators than embarrassed that my brother had gone through my sex drawer. As though he’d read my mind, Austin shook his head. “We’ll work up to sex toys. I don’t want to overwhelm you the first time.”

“So, your entire family is kinky?” With a mouth full of burger, all I could do was nod. “And you are all totally open and cool with it?” I nodded again, then forced myself to swallow the bite. “Yeah. Our parents always told us to never yuck someone else’s yum. I guess it stuck.”

I turned to where I’d thrown Fudge on the nightstand when we’d returned to the room and saw Seth’s bear beside it. “Are you two as confused as I am?” Had either of them responded, I would have been the first to check myself into the nearest mental hospital. Something about the early hour and the exchange Seth had mostly had with himself made it feel like it was a reasonable question to ask.

The lingering concern I’d had about not being able to separate Pretty and Seth evaporated when the puck dropped at the beginning of the game. Lace, lingerie, stilettos, and sex were replaced by pucks, skates, hits, and shots.

“Enough. You made your point.” He stared at me, his mouth slightly parted before finally nodding. “Yes.” Then, so quietly I almost didn’t hear him, he added, “Sir.”

Austin: What did Maz say to you? I swear, I could see that hard-on from here!

Mazdon amazed me at every turn. Sexy, sweet, caring, and understanding. Every fear I’d had when I’d discovered Mazdon and Phantom were the same person had already proved to be unfounded, and we hadn’t technically had a date yet.

We know, sheesh get to the date already

I keened. There was no other word for the sound that came out of me. “My… dick…” Those two words were so hard to get out I was unable to finish my thought, unable to tell him that I was close but needed more.

Eh? Words are hard.

Seth’s mouth clamped shut and he looked up at me with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry, Sir.” We were there. We had finally reached the place where Seth let his walls down and was ready to submit. I could see it in his eyes, in the set of his shoulders. Seth was ready to let it go and feel. “I know you are. But my sexy sub needs a reminder of what happens when he teases his Dom and hides.”

Maybe we could find some sort of kinky dartboard to hang on the wall. Throw a dart at it, and wherever it landed, that was what we would do for the night.

And I discovered a new fetish. Manhandling. Never would have guessed it would turn my insides to goo while making my heart flutter and ass twitch. Today I learned.

“Mine. Your dick. Your orgasm. Mine.”

Possessive Mazdon was sexy. Too sexy. The words bounced around in my head and in my chest, settling in a space that had been empty for far too long, filling the void with feelings that were way too complicated to analyze while being fucked senseless.

I was pretty sure I’d just discovered the only thing better than winning the Stanley Cup.

“His family, they are crazy. Very big. Very loud. Very, very gay.”

“He needs you. He needs a man who makes him smile. You do that, Mazdon Grabowski. You make Seth smile. Go tonight. Have fun. See where it goes.”

Mazdon: Will it be a problem if I’m not home tonight? Dillon: I’m looking at a very naked husband on the couch. Stay. Please.

Mazdon: Note to self, never sit on the couch again. Dillon: If we’re doing that, don’t eat on the island, or at the table, stay off the steps… oh and you should probably find a new bed. Mazdon: GAH! What the hell is wrong with you??? STAY OUT OF MY ROOM!

Dad: Are you about to tell us that you like girls or something? Because the last time you acted like this, you told us you liked boys… That hadn’t been a surprise, but I’m older now, my heart can’t take a major shock. And now I’m worried about Mazdon, because you look at that guy like he hung the damned moon. Me: Oh my god. No! I do not like girls! At least not like that.

I’d only had time to unbutton my coat when Yuri narrowed his blue eyes in my direction. “Spill. No more pishy poshy talk around bush stuff.” “Do you mean wishy washy and beating around the bush?” Yuri kicked my shin under the table. “You Americans have stupid sayings. But you do it again. Tell me, what is happening between Mazdon and Seth.”