AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Get out.”
“Sutter, it’s the middle of the Goddamn night.”
“Then I’ll get out.” I don’t bother turning on the light. There’s enough coming in from the window for me to see what I’m doing.
“Sutter, wait.”
I’m already off the bed, my flaccid dick flopping between my legs.Pants. I need pants.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” he says, watching me hunt for something, anything to cover me.
“A lot. Pretty sure I was clear about that.”
He’s not doing much to stop me. He knows once I set my mind to something, I’m a dog with a bone.
“Alright. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” he says, flopping backward, intent on going back to sleep.
Then I remember, this is my hotel room. I rented it thinking we were more inconspicuous this way. Know what? Fuck it. He’ll revenge spend on my credit card again, but I can’t be here.
I find some shit to cover my body.
“If you calm the fuck down, I might let you back in when you inevitably come to your senses,” he says as I open the door.
That gets under my skin. “It’s my hotel room, Alderchuck. I can have you thrown out of here.”
“But you won’t.” He’s lying on the bed like a cocky asshole, eyes closed. “For some reason, it’s okay for you to prowl around in the dark, but not me. You're gonna have to explain that one to me.”
He’s right, which is why I’m leaving instead of pushing him out the door like I used to. When did I start giving a fuck about Alderchuck?
“I know how to take care of myself,” I say.
“So that black eye got there itself, eh?”
“That’s different.” Hockey fighting doesn’t count. I grew up with a rough crowd, he didn’t.
“Ugh. I’m so gonna regret this.” He slogs himself out of bed. He digs around in the darkness, coming up with his jeans.
I let go of the door. It shuts with a mild slam. “What are you doing?”
“Either you come back to bed, or I’m leaving, too. There’s no way in hell I’m staying here alone, Sutter.”
Didn’t think of that in my state of confusion. If I’m not here, there’s nothing stopping him from leaving. He’ll do it too, head off into the darkness. I could stuff us in my car and take him to wherever his team’s staying, but it all seems counterproductive to getting distance from him.
“Can’t you behave for one night?”
He’s barefoot, legs covered with the jeans he arrived in, arms crossed over his chest. He looks so fucking good in those jeans, the way they hang off his hips enough to expose the trail leading to his dick. His stiff upper lip means business, and that’s a turn on too. Whatever was in his eyes before has left the building. Nowhere to be found.
“I’m getting real tired of your complicated ass, Sutter,” he says instead of answering me. It was a rhetorical question anyway. We both know he only behaves when my dick’s inside him. He moves toward me slowly, like he’s dealing with a wild animal—I guess he is—and when he gets close enough, I let him tug off the hoodie I just put on, unveiling my big round deltoids.
“By the way, you’re not wearing shoes,” he whispers.
“Huh?” I look down. Oh. Oh, fuck. My toes are bare.
He layers his bare toes on top of my bare toes. It’s kinda weird, andsoAlderchuck. He’s still not sure I’m not gonna bolt. I’m not sure I’m not gonna bolt. Instinct has me running a hand through his tumble of locks. Touching him sends waves of calm through me, grounding me in reality. Closing my eyes, I let my nose settle into his hair, deep breathing his scent until my heart rate finally returns to normal.
“C’mon.” He tugs my hand and drags me to the bed. I think it’s the first time we slide in with clothes on. He keeps on with his weird foot thing, rubbing the soft sole of his right foot over my left one, settling it under my big Fred Flintstone foot.
He claws onto me, doing a good impression of a koala bear.
