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“Because. This’ll be a fucking disaster and you know it.”
He steps forward and I cave a little, letting my hands drop to my sides to allow him into my sphere. His wide hand presses against my face, and he leans down to nibble at the spot on my neck he knows I like. I swear he thinks I’m food or something. The sensuous inhale is instinctive, filling my lungs with contentment while my dick tries to come to life again.
“C’mon, Brat Cat. Are you going to make me beg?”
“Begging isn’t a good look for you, Sutter.” It really isn’t. It’s just strange. But it’s working and I melt into him a little. Heburies his face into my hair, and I know he’s sniffing me. “You’re making it weird again, Sutter.”
“You’ve become a damn craving, Alderchuck. If it’s weird for anyone, it’s me. Clearly, you’re fine. Completely unaffected.”
Not completely, but I have about a hundred reservations. Namely, Sutter’s a dick, like, an actual one. It’s why I began hating him in the first place. One night—okay, one night and a post Calder Cup win fuck—was fun, but I can think of a thousand ways that this could end badly and not a single scenario where this turns out well. I think we should get out while the getting is good. Leave on a high. That’s how Gretzky ended his career—on a high—and if there’s anyone to take notes from, it’s him.
My phone buzzes. It might be the guys telling me to get my ass out there, so I check it. It’s not them. It’s my agent.
Agent
Vancouver’s pulling you up. They want to sign a contract.
Me
What about Stacey?
Agent
You’re a package deal.
Me
Why didn’t you lead with that?
Jesus. I almost had a heart attack. Not sure if I would have gone without my brother though he probably would have convinced me to.
“Looks like I’m going to Vancouver, Sutter. We remain mortal rivals.” An odd pang of relief strikes me. Don’t know why. Our rivalry’s only bound to be ten times worse in the NHL.
“We should celebrate with my dick in your ass. Come back to my hotel.”
“I’m celebrating with my hockey brethren,” are the words I say, but my dick is crying that it might like just one more round. I mean, we already did it tonight anyway, this could be a continuation of thatand thenwe stop forever. “Buuuut, I could be convinced to text you at the end of the night, Top Dog.”
Tog Dog is said with peak sarcasm.
He pulls me in by the lapels of my jacket. Sutter is ruggedly handsome—there’s no denying that—but from this angle, he’s something else. He’s pretty. Just his eyes, but it’s enough to shine through the rest of his face. “You’re mine tonight, Alderchuck.”
“You wish, Sutter.” I lightly slap his cheek. “Go drink with your fellow losers, but not too much, wouldn’t want you to have trouble getting it up later.”
“You little shit.” He cages me against the counter and presses a kiss to my lips. “You’re going to pay for that later.”
God, I sure fucking hope so.
Chapter 1
Off-Season, Baby!
Sutter
Ilied, okay? I lied. But if I were a saint, I wouldn’t do half the shit I do. My lie is that I don’t come home for only a week of the off-season, I return home to Vancouver, Canada for at least a month, sometimes more. As far as lies go, it’s small by comparison to some of the shit I’ve done. But no way was I taking the chance that Alderchuck would find out what I really do for two weeks of the off-season.
It would be all over the damn internet. Me in my Steve Irwin khaki zoo shirt and matching shorts, Scooby-Doo-Fred ascot tied around my neck. All the badges I’ve earned are sewn onto my sash, including the leader badge I got from the head leader himself—my stepdad, Francisco Domingo. I think I make the outfit look hot. I never do up the top two buttons. I tie a red bandana around my head to match the ascot. I’m a total vibe.
“We’re set for shore, sir,” Charles says.
