Page 101 of Hockey Boy
My cock swells at the mere thought of it. I begged her to put it on last night. Told her I’d get a chubby during the game if she didn’t give me a preview.
She refused.
And here I am, hard at just the thought.
I’m so fucked.
“Just a book.” I tip forward and stretch, ready to move through the rest of my routine. No more fucking around. Tonight is going to take all my focus and attention.
Not only is it the first game of the season, but it’s the first time I’ll be up against Vincent Lukov since I found out he’d been fucking my girlfriend for years behind my back.
Scumbag.
I’ve already gotten my revenge on Jill. Tonight, I’ll take down Lukov for good. And then I’ll move on.
“Since when do you read?” Camden chirps, earning him a swift hit in the back of the head from our new captain.
“Don’t be an ass.”War has been different the last few weeks. More focused. More serious.
“I see the C hasn’t eased that aggression,” I tease.
He folds his arms over his chest and lifts his chin. “Fine. Be an ass, Camden. Ask him what he’s reading.”
The knowing tone has the back of my neck heating. Does he know?
No. He couldn’t possibly know what I did.
Camden runs his hands through his hair with a grimace. “I feel like I’m walking into a trap.”
Eyes narrowed, I study War. “What do you know?”
He doesn’t move a muscle. His stare hardens.
Brooks must sense the tension. He slides his headphones down, letting them fall to his neck, and surveys all of us. “What’s going on?”
War raises a single brow. “Waiting for Aiden to tell us what he was reading.”
A bead of sweat drips down my spine, and my throat gets tight. Feigning a cool I don’t feel, I shrug. “Why are you all being weird?”
“Okay, now I’m intrigued,” Daniel says, swinging a leg over the bench so he’s facing me. “What’s on that phone of yours?”
My brother swipes it from my hand and clutches my chin, forcing me to look at the screen. “Ow,” I yell as the phone unlocks, and my home screen appears.
He tosses it to War before I can grab it from him.
“What do we have here?” War mutters as he thumbs across my screen. My ogre of a brother holds me in place with just his damn hands on my cheeks. It’s embarrassing, if I’m honest, but even his muscles have muscles. There’s no competing with them.
“Holy shit,” War groans, dropping his head back. “This is worse than I thought.”
Stomach sinking, I close my eyes. Shit. I’ve been outed.
“You cloned her phone?” he hisses. “This is psycho-level shit, Aiden.”
Brooks’s grip on my face tightens. “Hewhat?”
“It’s not what you think,” I say, though since I can barely open my mouth, the words are jumbled.
“Let him go. We need that pretty face to take on New York,” War mutters, tossing the phone back at me. “Now speak.”