Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
I guess I’ll play it cool and see what happens in two weeks when we have another away game.
Maybe we’ve both come to the same conclusion, and we’ll pretend nothing ever happened, and then we won’t even have to talk about it at all.
Ooh, I like that plan.
12
Kole
It’s been a long two weeks. Classes all day, hockey duties, then classwork. And the classwork is a thousand times less fun than the study session I had with Asher. I was low-key worried things would be weird after we hooked up, but being around him at practice has been the same. He’s still his usual closed-off self, but not as bad as he once was, and he has even managed to throw a smile or two my way.
Thankfully, tomorrow is the next away game, and with any luck, we’ll be able to work in some more fun after another tutoring session—or even during it.
I want a repeat. It’s long overdue. I can’t see the study lasting long before I tell him he’s doing great and oh yeah, he should be naked already.
I am thirsty for the guy.
Once I’ve made sure the storage shed is packed and locked up, I head for the locker room to see what mess those Neanderthals have left for me. Hopefully it’s not too bad because I told Dad I wanted to leave early today to get a walk in for Hades, so he should be wrapping up any minute.
But when I walk into the locker room, it’s not a mess waiting for me.
It’s Asher.
“I know your teammates didn’t pick up their own shit.”
He shrugs. “There may have been some threats involved.”
“Feel free to threaten them every day, then.” I cross to the showers to make sure all is right in there too, and he trails after me. “What are you still doing here?”
“I, uh, wanted to tell you our study date was a success. I remembered everything and passed my midterm.”
“That’s amazing.” When I turn to look back at him, I find his cheeks a little red.
“Yeah, thanks. I guess.”
I pretend to cringe. “That sounded painful. Was it painful?”
“I might need first aid.”
“Or …” A thought starts to come to me that’s both delicious and risky. “Maybe a reward?”
“What?”
“We’ve established a reward system works well for you. You passed your test. So …”
He stares at me for a moment. “Like, tomorrow? At the away game?”
I step forward and hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. “I’m thinking right now. Shouldn’t delay gratification and all that.”
“Now?” I swear his voice jumps up a register as he shoots a look at the door. We’re standing in between the locker room where the cubbies are and the tiled shower and bathroom area with a direct line of sight from the entry.
“Scared, Asher?”
“Of your dad? Very.”
“We don’t have to …” I pull him around the corner into the bathroom and step closer, pushing him against the wall.
“Umm—”
I lean in and run my nose over his neck. There’s no reason why we can’t wait until the safety of the hotel room tomorrow, but the thought of doing it here, maybe being caught, is hot as hell. And I’m going to take any chance I get to touch Asher again. My fingers dip down into his jeans until they run through his pubes. “Tell me to stop.”
He whines. Actually whines. He tries to look around the corner toward the door again, but he can’t from where he is.
“No one’s there,” I reassure him.
He catches my free hand and presses it against the bulge in his pants. “I have been a very good student.”
“You have. Don’t you deserve a reward for your efforts?”
He finally meets my eyes, and the conflict in his expression is such a turn-on. He wants this bad, but he’s afraid of being caught, and yeah, I can’t blame him. The last thing I want is my dad catching me jerking off one of his players.
“Don’t mean to pressure you, but we don’t exactly have the luxury of time here,” I point out.
“Screw it.” Asher releases me and quickly undoes his pants. “Just do it.”
He doesn’t need to give me more direction than that. As soon as his jeans are loose, I spit in my hand, then wrap my fingers around him. His dick is hot and heavy in my palm, and I wish we had the time for me to tease him and draw this out, but the urgency is sort of fun.
I keep my ears strained for noise, knowing Dad could come looking for me at any minute.
A small moan comes from the back of Asher’s throat, seeming loud in the still room, so I quickly cover his mouth with my free hand as I squeeze his dick tighter.
“Fuck you’re hard,” I breathe against his ear. “Bet you’re so close, aren’t you? Bet you love this, the thought of being caught.”