I don’t stroke him. I hold him, feeling his cock swell in my palm.
“Has your girlfriend ever told you how perfect your dick is, brother?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“No?” I kiss his neck again, sensing his shiver, then pull his earlobe between my teeth, nibbling and sucking. “Admit that you were jealous earlier.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” His voice breaks when I give his dick a small tug.
“Sure, you don’t.” I pull my hand out of his pants when the bathroom door opens.
Mia enters first, with Allie close behind, having reapplied her lipstick and combed her shiny hair.
Without a glance in their direction, Cole escapes to the bathroom, brushing past his girlfriend as though she doesn’t exist. Call me selfish, but it gives me a sense of satisfaction knowing she fails to rattle him as I do.
Mia asks me something, but my attention snags on Cole’s bag, and I do a double take, pulling it closer to me on the bed.
A mask peeks through the creased clothes shoved inside.
Curious, I pick it up.
What the hell?
I stare at the crack, unable to believe my eyes. It was Cole all along? He was the one who chased me with the hockey stick? I broke his mask—thismask… Was it him that first time, too?
What about the fucking messages? My eyes widen.
He sent them…
The mask trembles in my hold, my heart slowing to heavy, insisting thuds. I can’t think. Fuck… It was Cole.
The girls’ annoying giggles fade into muted background noise as my mind spirals out of control.
Glancing at the closed bathroom door, I set my jaw.
I should have guessed that he likes to play games, scared to let the world in on his little secret.
Looking back down at the cracked mask, I trail my thumb over it, then shove it back inside the bag.
He wants to play pretend? Threaten me one second and jerk my dick the next?
Mia comes up behind me and slides her hand over my back. “Are you okay, baby?”
Turning around, I pull her into me. “Never better.”
By the time we unpack, Mia and Allie are already out shopping with Mom, and wanker-face Gavin is trying to tell his son that there’s no chance we can get a larger lodge since Mom asked Allie when she called up in the early hours to join us, and now we have to figure out how the four of us will fit in one bed.
Call it pride, but I refuse to be on the sofa with a girlfriend who sleeps like an octopus.
So we’re stuck sharing a room – a bed. Being so close to Blaise for a solid week was going to be bad enough, this is just a fucking nightmare.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s the group chat with my friends. They’re all planning a party this weekend and asked if I can slip away.
I snort and sit on the edge of the bed, typing back a reply that we’re over a thousand miles from California, but to have extra drinks for me.
Samson sends a thumbs up, Keith sends a sad face, and Jackson stays silent.
He’s been quiet since the tryouts. I think he already knows Blaise is taking his spot on the team and he’s fucking fumingabout it. I would be too. He worked his ass off to get to his position until he decided that partying and showing up late were more important, but still. No one wants to be kicked from the team at such an important time in our lives.
