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and I realize this isn’t a game of chance. It’s a game of making fools of ourselves. Ah, hockey players. We’re so evolved.
My firemanny senses are telling me this is a no-go though.
Aleks, now planted in his chair, turns and looks up at me with big eyes. “I’d have your babies.” And I’m assuming that was meant to be quiet, but he fucking shouts it.
“It’s going to be like herding cattle, isn’t it?” “Drunk, horny cattle.”
He doesn’t look away. Just stares. And this shivery sort of awareness runs through me. “Zing,” he whispers before passing out.
“I gotta go. You better watch me.” “Why the fuck do you think I’m here?”
“Ah. Is that why you’re playing so shit? Because your future husband is watching?” “Excuse me, it’s future father of my babies. I’m never getting married again. Get it right.”
If I wanna be cheap and nasty, let me be cheap and nasty.”
“You are an abomination to the manwhore crown I gave you! I bestowed greatness upon you, and you … you … For shame.”
Damn, little hockey player.
I’m realizing one huge personality trait I didn’t know I had until now: I’m not the hookup type. I want to be, but I don’t think I have it in me.
“What’s wrong? Where hurts?” “My pride,” he croaks. “I’m feeling rejected again. The only cure is dancing. Help me, Aleks. Help meeeee.”
“I can’t wait until you’re ready for me to give you everything. For me to move inside you. To have you on your knees.”
“I’m going to turn you inside out, wreck you, and still have you begging for more.”
Aleks: (This is how you do the dick pic thing, yeah?)
Aleks is already lying back on the blankets, sipping his beer, watching me steadily. “Like what you see?” I ask. “Probably too much.”
I wasn’t lying when I said a kiss was enough because the way Aleks kisses … yeah, I could probably come like this.
“I want to see you come. I want you to look at me while you do it.”
“Have you ever tasted yourself before?” I shake my head. When his fingers run along my lips, I open for him and suck one into my mouth.
Because I want my prize, and I want it now. What can I say? Hockey players aren’t known for their patience.
but I want to feel you on my skin.”
“I’ll suck your cock like a goddamn lollipop, and between my tongue on your balls and my finger up your ass, you won’t know which way is up.”
After all, I wouldn’t want you learning bad habits from other sloppy teachers.” “What are you, the grand master of orgasms?”
Your bank account doesn’t impress me, baby. I save lives for a living. Therefore, my job is more important.
“I want to meet this guy. He needs team approval.”
“Wait … are we … are hockey players not attractive in queer circles? Why does this feel like an abomination on society as a whole?”
“I think I have a fireman kink,” he says as he approaches. I throw my head back and laugh. “You and the rest of the world.”
“How did that beautiful man’s face get so messed up?” “Cats. Also, you think he’s beautiful?” “I have eyes. Even as a straight man, I can appreciate a hunk.”
Give me things baby bisexuals say for five hundred!
And since green means go,
“You’re determined to break my heart, Crosby.” “You played really well, hockey player.”
You’re going to wait until I’ve had my fill before you fill my ass full of your cum.”
“You have no idea how hot you look down there, staring at my cock like it’s your last fucking meal.”
“Nope, nope, new plan. I need you inside me right now.”
I stocked up when I planned on taking the slut world by storm,
“I want to see,” I beg. “I want to see you work yourself open.”
Whoever I end up with, I need to be end goals. I’ll treat my forever like a goddamn king because if I’m going to spend my life with someone, it’s going to be someone I genuinely like. Someone I can have fun with, and talk with, and build goals and a life together. I love sex, and hopefully we’ll have a healthy sex life as well, but if I’m honest, it’s further down my list than even I would have picked.
“Quinn wants to climb Vance like a tree, and now his hands are gonna be all over his body.” Quinn closes his eyes. “This is mortifying.”
“Wow. Who knew strippers could be so wise?” “Literally everyone not shoving dollar bills in their panties.”
“You’re holding me up from my boyfriend’s diiick,” I whine.
They say if a relationship can endure a trip to IKEA, there’s nothing that can tear that couple apart. I’ll match IKEA and raise you house hunting.
