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Getting off to the thought of him is a different story. After both encounters with the little Titan, I jerked my cock raw. He’s even the goddam reason I walked out on that couple.

Friday night was the worst of it.

Between watching Atlas palm himself and Jenkins humping my damn hand, I’d been riled up. Especially after Jenkins turned into my touch. His body pressed against mine, those little squeaks he made—for me.

And for Atlas.

But then he ran off, and I wasn’t about to chase him down again.

Atlas admitting he wants Jenkins pushed me over the edge. Barely got my jeans down the moment I walked into the room. Laid on the bed and watched porn, not that I needed it. But I don't like any one person having that much influence over my cock.

My hand was flying over my cock when the damn phone slipped, falling between the mattress and nightstand. Took me three tries to get it, the lamp Mrs. Trembley gave me shifting with each attempt.

Barely started stroking again when the thumping next door started. This is our third year at South Shore University, and I have never heard Atlas’s bed hit up against the wall like that.

My cock twitches in my jeans, and I groan.

Can’t think of him that way. I won’t.

Atlas is attractive. Always has been. I'm not blind. But my best friend is my whole fucking life. I will not blow that up.

Except his moans. They were loud and wrecked. And I fucked my goddamn fist to it.

I reach down and squeeze my semi-hard cock.

Fuck.

Two years ago, at The Pit, some of the team joked about us being a couple because we’re always together. They’d never understand our relationship. Never understand what we went through. No one will.

Of course, the subject wasn’t dropped. And Atlas, being drunk, only pushed it. He even suggested we should fuck. He was grinning, one side of his mouth pulled up, eyebrows raised. The same face he makes before every prank and every bad idea.

And it was a bad idea.

So, I shut it down.

Plus, Atlas deserves more than me. Especially after what my family did to him.

But Jenkins.

We both want him. And wanting him together doesn't threaten anything.

I pick up the GPS tracker from the cupholder and turn it over between my fingers. This small piece of hardware will tell me where he goes, when he stops, and how long he stays every time he leaves campus.

Jenkins doesn't know we're coming. Doesn’t know he’s ours yet. But he will.

Chapter 11

Atlas

I time my warmup lap perfectly, catch Jenkins at center ice, and clip his shin with the toe of my stick on the way by. “My bad. Didn’t see you down there.”

“The fuck, Trembley?”

I circle back, skating backward. “New stick? Shame it won’t help with your game.”

Jenkins closes the distance. “Talk all that shit now because I'm putting you through the boards the second the puck drops.”

“Last time you tried that, I think you bounced off me.” I spread my arms wide. “But hey, you're welcome to try again. I could use the entertainment.”