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“I can’t believe what a jealous asshole you are,” he says, but he’s smiling.
“Tell me you don’t love it when I fight in your honor,” I say between sucking face. God, he tastes so fucking good.
“Nah. It’s kinda hot. Plus, I love how you look when you’re all beat up.” He takes in my bruises. He can probably taste blood from my split lip. Casey should have more battle bruises than he has, but my team knows the penalty for pounding on him. Only I get to, and I was busy teaching Otterhammer a lesson all game.
“Good chat.” I start ripping at his clothes as he paws at mine, my belt buckle jangles.
“Play … Playoffs start next week,” he says.
“Fuck the playoffs.” I shove my tongue down his throat.
He pulls away.
“What the fuck, Alderchuck?”
He grips the collar of my shirt, which is still on. My jeans are open, my dick bulging against my cotton briefs.
“We won’t see each other for a while after this.”
Once playoffs start, there’s no chance of us playing each other unless our teams make it to the final round for the cup.
“And?” I try to read him. Try to pull the thoughts from his head before he says them. I’m usually good at reading Alderchuck but, frazzled as I am, I get nothing.
“We’ve been doin’ the exclusive thing. Is that?—”
Oh. I get it.
“You’d better not be asking to fuck anyone else, kitten.” I grab his jean-covered ass. Why are these still on? “This is mine.”
A smile cracks his lips and makes it all the way to his eyes. That’s short-lived. He bites his lip. Uncertainty fills his gaze. He’s doubting this. Us. Our arrangement. Fuck that and fuck Logan and his bullshit. I should have done this my way from the beginning.
But—and I hope to fuck they never find this out—I steal a page from the RhettLo book and link my thick pinky with his, my heart beating so damn fast.
“Be my boyfriend, Alderchuck.”
“Did you just?—”
“Yes, or no?”
“What if I say no?” He smirks.
I nibble at his neck. “You won’t say no.”
“No.”
I pull my lips off him. He’s grinning. “You should see your face.”
“You and fucking Jack with that shit,” I say. “Now tell me yes.”
“Alright, already. I’ll be your boyfriend. Begging isn’t a good look on you, Sutter.”
“You’re already the most annoying boyfriend on the planet,” I tell him, and I fucking mean it. But my heart’s all fluttery and shit. This feels better than I thought it would. He’s officially mine.
I resume eating his skin.
He flattens his hand against my chest. “Hang on a sec. I gotta tell Jack.” His hand slips into his jacket pocket.
Tell Jack? What the…? I snatch the phone from his hand and toss it on my couch.
