Page 57 of The King Contract
A Callum and Steph situation
“How many timesis too many to jerk off in a day?”
I rub my hand over my face at Mack’s question, lying down in the gym’s stretch section with a groan. Callum led the four of us through a gruelling boxing circuit this morning, with particular focus on me. Whilst Callum eases up on my training in the off-season, he never lets me slack off. Having fitness year-round is essential if I want to be at the top of my game.
“It depends.” Callum looks thoughtful as he processes Mack’s question. “Are you jerking off to excessive amounts of porn?”
Mack whips his towel in my direction, beads of sweat flicking over me. “The regular amount.”
I grimace, wiping the droplets off me. “Get away from me.”
“How often are you having sex?” Callum probes.
Mack shrugs. “Few times a week.”
Callum nods. “And how often are you having a J-Arthur Rank?”
Mack tilts his head. “Few times a day?”
Dan sits on a bench, sweat pouring down his face. “It’s like babysitting a fucking teenager with you sometimes.”
“It’s a fair question,” Mack argues. “I want to know if I have a problem.”
“See a doctor,” Dan grunts, wiping a towel behind his neck. “King, make sure you stretch out your hamstring.”
I nod as I mull over Mack’s question. I don’t know how to answer it, because I’ve been doing a fair bit of it myself the past few days. Ever since Millie kissed me at the surf club, I’ve been getting hard-ons at the most random times whenever I re-live it. At the beach, at the gym, on the couch with the boys. I’m taking care of myself every time I’m in the shower.
The kiss was electrifying. I thought I was imagining things when Millie grabbed my shirt, frantically trying to read her expression as she pulled my mouth to hers. But once we made contact, I stopped thinking, completely and utterly consumed by the taste of her. She tasted like strawberry lip balm and sea salt, her lips gentle and soft. When her tongue swept into my mouth, lightning shot to my dick, and it took every ounce of self-control to not scoop her out of that room and take her home. It was the best kiss of my life.
Millie and I haven’t talked about the kiss, and I know she’s avoiding me. I was meant to drive her home after lunch at the surf club, but she cut things short and headed home before I had the chance. It’s been four days since then. She’s not answering calls, and her texts are clipped. I’ve made a concerted effort to keep my phone charged in case she reaches out, but so far, it’s been like pulling teeth. To be fair, I’m not sure how to proceed either, so I haven’t pushed it.
Mack looks between the three of us, his hands on his hips. “Don’t act like what I’m asking is weird. At least I’m honest about my sex life. You three assholes aren’t as suave as you think you are.” He holds an arm out in Dan’s direction. “Dan hasn’t so much aslookedat another woman since Sarah.”
Dan’s jaw clenches shut, but he doesn’t argue the point. His gaze flickers to me and I shake my head, urging him to ignore Mack.
“Noah and Millie’s relationship looks way too perfect to be real,” he adds. “Any suggestion they’re banging non-stop is almost certainly bullshit.” I do my best to school my expression, praying Mack and Callum don’t notice the guilt plastered on my face.
“Callum’s been leading Steph on for an eternity,” Mack continues. “I can’t believe that woman lets you use her as a booty call when you’re in a drought. She’s a goddess.”
“Steph and I have an understanding,” Callum snaps.
Mack snorts. “Sure, and like all otherunderstandings,it’s going to end with no one getting hurt. You’ll be friends forever.”
Callum glowers at Mack and I dip my head in shame. Mack’s got a point. Understandings rarely end amicably, as well-intentioned as they start out.
“Your sex roster is endless. Maybe you’re not doing the job right if you feel the constant need to jerk off.” Callum clicks his fingers at me without taking his gaze off Mack. “King,hamstring.”
“Impossible.” Mack leans against the wall as I move my legs to stretch out my hamstring that always gets tight. As two gym-bunnies walk past and smile at him, he winks without shame. He’ll probably get their numbers before we leave the facility.
“Dan’s right, go see a doctor,” Callum spits. “I’ve got to take a piss. Meet you at the car.” He marches off without waiting for a response.
Mack frowns after him. “What’s his problem?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as oblivious as you,” Dan grumbles, standing up. “Get your shit. We’re leaving.”
Dan stalks off, his enormous frame clenched as he lumbers towards the foyer.
Mack looks perplexed. “What’d I say?”
