Egotistical Puckboy (Puckboys 1)

“Also, so you know, you didn’t fail,” I say.

He looks at me like he’s struggling to stay focused. “What do you mean?”

“Your aim was to flirt with him to turn me on.” I press my hard cock into his thigh. “Mission accomplished.”

Ezra goes to reach for me, but I swat his hand away.

“What are you—”

“I’m saving that for later.”

“Ohh, tell me more.”

I pick up the pace of my strokes, tightening my grip and twisting over the head. “We’re going to meet up with the team, have some drinks, and you’ll be your usual charismatic self.”

“Like I can be any different.”

I lean closer, lips brushing his. “And the whole time you’ll know this is what’s waiting for you. The second we walk into my apartment, I’m going to bend you over and make you take my cock like you were made for it.”

Ezra’s eyes roll back, and his dick jerks in my hand. He’s so close. So turned on. He’s leaking so much I want to drop to my knees and swallow him down, but instead, I twist a hand through the hair at the back of his neck and bring my lips to his ear. “I’m going to fuck your gorgeous brains out, Ez.”

He cries out, and his cock pulses right before warmth floods my hand. He comes and comes, and my hard-on is begging me to let it get some action, but I push that thought away.

When he finally slumps back against the brick wall, breathing returning to normal, I tuck his dick back inside his briefs and use the inside of them to clean up the mess.

He cringes. “That’s going to be uncomfortable.”

“That’s going to be your reminder.”

He furrows his brow, clearly not totally with it. “What do you mean?”

“It’s going to be all you can focus on.” I press him into the wall with my body. “Every little cringe, I’m going to know you’re thinking of me.”

“You really are a possessive motherfucker, aren’t you?” There’s a teasing note coming back to his voice.

I tilt his chin up so he meets my eyes. “Are you okay with that? Despite our history, I don’t actually want to make you uncomfortable or feel like you can’t say no.”

His gaze softens. “Look at you, being almost sweet.”

I go to argue, but he cuts me off.

“And when have you ever known me to do anything I don’t want to? If I didn’t like it, I’d tell you. But so far, I’m loving every minute of it, Hay—Anton.”

“Even though it’s me?”

“Especially because it’s you.” There’s a brief flicker of panic that crosses his face, so I kiss him.

I don’t ask him to elaborate because I don’t think either of us could handle it. Whether he meant the animosity made things hotter, or the teammates aspect, or it just being me? I don’t know, and I don’t want to.

So I keep kissing him.

Until we’re both out of breath and we can pretend like his words are forgotten.

Twenty-One

EZRA

I stretch out in bed, so wrung out I have no idea what day, time, or week it is. I also don’t know where the hell I am.

Then I open my eyes and remember.

Oh. Right. Anton’s apartment.

We ran into each other at weight training this morning, and after watching him do squats for twenty minutes, there was no way I wasn’t following him home to get in a workout of our own.

Only, I must’ve passed out immediately afterward.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Anton says from somewhere in the room.

I open one eye a crack and roll onto my back, finding Anton in the doorway dressed in jeans and a Henley. “You’re wearing too many clothes. Come back to bed.”

“You slept through lunch.”

“That must be why my stomach’s rumbling.”

“Are you planning to go to Diedrich’s thing?”

“His kind of baby announcement party? He already has a billion children—why do we have to celebrate every time his wife gets pregnant? Isn’t that like throwing a party for getting laid?”

“Imagine if the gays did that.”

“Oh, they would never. Too many calories in cake. And you can’t have a party without cake.”

Anton plays with the hem of his shirt. “I was wondering if you wanted to go … maybe together.”

“Like a date?” My gut flips. “To a team event?”

“Like friends. I’m paying attention, see? You want the team to know we’re friends, so I figured—”

“You figured going to a baby shower together screams friends?”

He huffs. “Forget it. It was just an idea. I’m trying here.”

“I would love to go with you. As your friend. But the team is definitely going to give us shit about it.”

Anton shrugs. “Let them.”

“What time do we have to leave?”

“In twenty.”

“Will they have food there? I’m starving.”

“Go shower. I’ll make you something to eat on the way.”

“Aww, thanks.”

“I’m not doing it for you. I’m sure they’ll have food there, but I don’t want to have to drive out to Chestnut Hill with you whining the whole time about being hungry.”