Page 73 of My Pucking Crush
I don’t want extra security. I wanthim. But feeling his body against mine triggered nightmares.
“Relax and go back to sleep.” Luca slips on shoes and then...leaves.
I slam my head down, different emotions warring in all corners of my brain.
“Fuck this.” I get out of bed and dress in my running gear.
I find the hotel gym and am stunned at Luca running shirtless at a speed of 12 MPH on the treadmill. His backis coated in sweat, calf and thigh muscles pulse and bulge.
My cock thickens, which will make for a painful run. But I get on the machine next to him.
He turns his head to me, his face red, veins popping and sweaty.
Our eyes lock and I hold my breath until he...
Smiles at me.
THIRTY-SIX
Luca
Back in Stamford, the pregame routine for the first of the two Richmond games unfolds. Morning skate. Team meeting with videos of the opposing players. Lunch. Then back home for Max’s nap, which he and I take together.
He’s working through issues. He still screams when he wakes up in my arms, but with me there, he calms down quickly.
Fans greet us at the stadium when we arrive for the game, and I hang back, letting Max do his red-carpet walk looking like a million dollars. And not like he just sucked my dick.
When he emerges from the locker room each time, it always takes my breath away. With his shoulder pads, helmet, and skates, he’s nearly seven feet tall.
Is this guy actually mine? Can I think like that? Do I dare?
“Halt, Crushers,” the coach says. “There’s an unscheduled presentation.”
With a few minutes to linger, Max stretches against a wall. He looks like he’s got the weight of the world on his mind, and it pains me. These guys are under so much pressure to endure and play at their best and to win. Sure, they’re paid well, but I guess these players don’t stress any less about wins by thinking about all the commas in their bank accounts.
Damien Carter rounds a corner. I hadn’t even realized he wasn’t with the team. Carter catches Max’s attention and motions for him to follow him.
Uh oh...
I suspect it’s team captain-related, but where Max goes, I go. I weave around these monsters who walked in as mere mortals an hour ago, but now have a wave of riotous energy coming off them. They are ready to destroy Richmond.
Carter stops in the hallway where it’s quiet. “Heads up, Ryan,” he says to Max and glances back at me. “One of Richmond’s players is all over social media ranting about secret gays in hockey, and how they need separate locker rooms.”
My spine tenses.
“Who?” Max asks, fury on his face.
“32, a guy by the name of Quinn,” Carter responds. “Just called up from a farm team.”
Max’s jaw drops.“Jake Quinn?”
“Heard of him?” Carter pivots to Max.
Jake... That name. His high school fuck buddy. Who treated him like shit.
“I...” Max looks at me, and I nod for him to answer. “I went to high school with him. He’s talking shit about LGBTQ?”
“Apparently.” Carter’s eyes drop to his phone. “He’s not exactly in isolation. A lot of people feel the way he does.”