Hat Trick (Fake Boyfriend 5)

“What did Damon want to talk to you about?” Jet asks.

I’ve been waiting for it but wasn’t sure if he’d ask. “He wanted to lecture me about my game. With the way preseason’s going, the contract extension’s not going to happen.”

“You’ve still got the whole season ahead of you.”

“I know.”

“But you’re worried.”

“I’m struggling to get my head in the game, but it’ll come to me. It always does. Don’t you ever get in a funk and it looks like there’s no end in sight, but then something clicks and you’re back at the top of your game … uh stage game … is that even a thing for musicians?”

“For writing songs, I go through those phases. Especially when the label breathes down my neck to force out songs for an album. But the only time I’ve been kinda absent onstage was in Ottawa. The night before…”

“The night before I left.”

Jet buries his head on my chest and nods.

I don’t want to think about what that means because my initial thought is we’re great at messing each other up professionally, and I don’t want to open that can of worms.

“This distance thing is gonna suck,” he says.

“Yeah. It will.”

Jet groans. “So will working with Harley.”

“Because you still … I mean …”

Jet leans up on his elbow. “Still what, Caleb?”

“I mean, why will it suck?” I almost accused him of still having feelings for the guy, and I think he knows that’s what was about to come out.

“Because he’s so particular about his music. He never wanted to do the boy band thing. It’s the label who threw those guys together, and he says the other guys don’t care how they’re famous, just that they are. Harley’s obsessive. I reckon it’ll take longer to record his one song than our entire album. He’s particular and—”

“And that’s why you fell for him.”

Jet grimaces. “What?”

“Because you’re exactly the same with your music.”

He lifts one shoulder. “I guess, but there’s a difference between being able to relate to it and having to work with it.”

“It’ll be worth it, though. I’m assuming.”

“Harley’s the only one strong-willed enough to make it on his own. Ryder has the most talent, but Harley wants it the most. I don’t know the other three too well. Being on Harley’s album will definitely give the band more exposure.”

“Then you have to do it. Even if the thought of you two in a recording studio, spending hours writing and playing music, makes me uneasy.”

“Because you think something will happen? I have to admit, if Bryce up and joined the NHL and you had to work with him, I wouldn’t be as cool as you right now.”

I pull Jet down on top of me. “Please don’t mistake my composure as an I don’t care attitude. I do care. A lot. And not because I think something will happen. I trust you. Like you said, it’s not something I’m comfortable with, but I know you have to do it, so there’s no point in fighting about it because it has to be done.”

I hate it, but sometimes hard choices need to be made, and turning down an amazing opportunity for his band isn’t something I’d want him to do just because I’m a little … okay, a lot insecure.

“Wow. You’re so … like … levelheaded.”

“If you say it’s because I’m old, I will spank you.”

Jet cracks up laughing. “Sure thing, Big Daddy.”

“Oh, really. That’s how you want to play it?” Without warning, I tackle him and roll us over so I’m on top.

“I have to say, if this is supposed to be a punishment, you suck at it.”

“Yeah? What if I was to do this …” I reach between us and take his cock in my hand and stroke slowly.

“Still not seeing the punishment.” Jet throws his head back, exposing his slim neck, and I have to lean in and kiss it.

Jet lets out a moan.

And that’s when I pull away. I sit up, straddling him, and stare at his anguished face.

He whines. “Oh my God, no, you did not just do that.”

“More of a punishment yet?”

“Yes! Fine. Just come back.” He tries to reach for my hands, but I widen my knees and use my legs to pin his arms to the bed. “You’re evil.”

“Evil is better than old, I guess.” My hand takes hold of my cock. “And now you get to watch while I come all over you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Jet licks his lips. “We’re back to you not knowing what a punishment is.”

“Did I mention you can’t touch yourself or get off?”

“I hate you.”

“That’s not what you said an hour ago when I was balls deep inside your cute little ass.”

“My ass is not cute. It’s, like, ass-tastic.”

“That too.”

Jet’s glance falls to where my hand is slowly stroking my dick, and he bites his plump bottom lip.