Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

Anton and Ezra take the first bedroom, Oskar ducks into the second, and I follow Tripp down to the third. He walks inside and does a double take when I follow. “What are you doing?” I dump my bag on the bed. “What do you mean?” “Dude, there are five bedrooms. Get your own.” I blink at him. “We’re not sharing?” Tripp looks like he doesn’t know what to say. “Are you kidding?” “I thought … Ezra and Anton are.” “Yeah, because they’re planning on banging all night.” He takes my bag and hands it to me. “Dex, I love you, but I’m not going two weeks without jerking off. Find your own room.” I almost, almost say we can do that shit together—it’s not like we’re subtle in our rooms at away games. I mean, we don’t talk about it, but that’s the rule on the road. You always pretend you don’t know when the dude in the bed next to you is rubbing one out. But the sharing a bed thing is probably where it crosses a line. I act like it’s no big deal and take my bag before heading down to the next room, wondering if this is one of those things that should have been obvious. It hadn’t occurred to me that we’d have separate rooms. It’s not a big deal, though, because we won’t be spending much time in them anyway.