Tamed (The Courtside King 1)

His face lit up. “Sweet! One tata yellow, one tata green.”

“Yes!” Ned cheered. “I’ll do her butt cheeks! Go, Patriots!”

Breck busted out laughing. Ned was such a raging fuck nut.

Jay, however, just shot Ned a glare. “Brah, that’s not funny.”

Ned’s beaming smile vanished. Shoulders drooping, he straightening his cap—the black one sitting backward on his big ole fuck-nut head, with its Red Cross logo and Boner Donor printed under it in white. “Whatever,” he muttered, swiping Breck’s air puck from the goal catch. “I was gonna do a smiley face and everything.”

Breck’s lips twitched. “Their loss.”

Ned met his gaze and grinned. “Jay’s loss, at least, lemme tell ya. The last chick’s ass I painted? That happy face was off the hook. I had her spread her cheeks, and then I painted those smiling lips smack dab on her—”

“Whoa!” Marcie interrupted, nearly choking on her beer. “TMI, Michelangelo! Jesus frick!”

Breck cracked up all over again.

Jay just sat there, brain palpably churning.

“What?” Ned protested. “It was brilliant, woman! Brilliant! When I bent her over the table and slid my dick into her ass, it was like her little team-spirit friend was giving me a—”

“Yes, Ned! We know what it was like!” Marcie sounded exasperated. She glanced at Jay’s lap and sighed. “Great. Now he’s hard.”

Breck barked another laugh.

Jay jerked from his musings. “Huh? Wait, what?”

Marcie rolled her eyes and looked at Ned. “You are a freak.”

Ned snickered and got back to playing. No point in arguing the truth. In their four-pack, he held the crown for most wickedly warped.

Breck blocked his incoming puck.

And just like that, Ned changed the subject. “So, this guy, Kai—” He paused, then loosed a drunken snort. “That rhymed. I’m a poet. Call me Dr. Fucking Seuss.”

Marcie eyed him. Turned to Jay. “That’s the only poet he knows, isn’t it.”

“Uh huh,” Jay laughed, downing another swig of beer.

Breck ignored them and gestured to the puck. “Don’t wanna talk about him. Now play.”

“How come?” Ned asked, resuming. “He seemed all right. I don’t get why he had you all bent out of shape.”

Breck clenched his jaw. Just the thought of Kai put him on edge. “I wasn’t bent out of shape.” He hit the puck toward Ned’s goal.

Ned laughed. “The hell you weren’t. You had a look on your face like… I dunno. I’ve never seen you like that.” He wiggled his fingers by his temples. “Like the big dude was all messin’ with your brain waves.”

Breck scowled. “He wasn’t messin’ with my brain waves.”

“He totally was.” Jay nodded, then loosed a burp.

Breck shot him a glare. “No, he wasn’t. I just don’t like him. He’s a dick. Was constantly riding my ass in his stupid class.”

“Couldn’t take it, huh?” Ned grinned.

“Please. I could, and I did. Shit, last session I pile-drove that punk into the mat.” He swiped up his beer, downed what remained, then tossed it into the trash can.

Two fucking points.

“Damn. For real?” Ned laughed, brows hiking.

Breck smirked and lifted his chin. “Didn’t know what hit him.”

“He’s a big boy,” Jay noted. “I’m impressed.”

Breck shrugged and ambled over to grab another can out of the fridge. “He was patronizing me. Pushing my buttons.” He cracked the thing open and chugged down some more. “So I reminded him the king don’t take no shit from no one.”

“Triple negative,” Marcie murmured into her drink.

“Fuck.” Ned grinned. “I would’ve liked to have seen that. So what happened after that? He return the favor?”

Breck’s heart thumped as he recalled what followed.

A couple tangled log rolls, and then he’d been grinding against the guy. God, he’d gotten so fucking worked up. Even now, he still couldn’t believe he almost came.

Clearing his throat, he muttered, “Nothing. I got up and left. And then I never went back. I don’t have time for that shit.”

“Eh.” Jay shrugged, popping another beer. “I got the impression Tad didn’t like him much, either.”

Ned nodded. “True that. He was staring the guy down. Had his puppy-dog frowny face going and everything.”

Marcie laughed. “I love Tad’s puppy-dog frowny face.”

“Speaking of.” Jay furrowed his brows. “What’s up with this Scott dude? Tad never mentioned him before. Kinda random how they’re suddenly hangin’ out. And Jesus, did you notice how Tad was ogling him?”

“Aw, baby. Don’t be jealous,” Marcie teased. “I’m sure they’re just friends.”

“That is not what I meant,” he grunted, pushing her away.

She laughed, falling over.

Breck chuckled and slid Ned a grin. “Interesting thought, though. Ned, what do you think? Has Mitchel finally landed himself a bromance?”

Ned smirked and took a swig. “Wouldn’t surprise me. When’s the last time that boy boned a babe?”

“He went on that date with that Tori chick,” Jay offered. “Remember? Just a few weeks back.”

“Did he score?” Breck queried bluntly.

“I dunno… I didn’t ask.”

“Why not? You’re his best friend.” Ned shook his head. “Dude. You are slackin’ on the job.”