Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Lies.”
“You’re allowed to like it, you know. You don’t have to be this arrogant ‘I don’t give a shit about anyone but me’ asshole all the time.”
Except that’s just it. I do.
It’s all I know how to be on the outside.
SEVENTEEN
LANE
This plan is going down the drain fast. I’d expected Oskar to pout and half-ass it. I clearly didn’t give him enough credit.
After the initial hesitation, he shone out there, and I hate how much I liked it. Those kids looked up to him in a way I’m not sure he’s experienced before, and seeing the hesitance melt away as he lost track of everything else but being on that ice was … yeah, I’m not getting into that.
It’s clear Oskar loves hockey. That’s never been the issue.
I hold open the hotel room door, and Oskar eyes me as he passes.
“No point pretending to be a gentleman now. I’m already putting out.”
I laugh. “We both know the gentlemen aren’t the ones you’re attracted to.”
Oskar walks over to his luggage and grabs some underwear and the bag his suit is in. I love seeing him in that thing. “Am I showering, or are we getting sweaty?” he asks.
“That depends on you.”
“Why? You’re going to let me call the shots this time?”
I chuckle like he’s adorable. “Fuck no. It depends on whether you’ll tell me what I want to hear.”
“Hard pass.” He heads for the bathroom, and when he gets to the doorway, he pauses to throw me a teasing look. “Besides, I’ll be taking Aleks out to dinner with Tripp and Dex tonight. Thought he might like to meet some of the Queer Collective before he decides to join. What do you think? Will he make me say I’ve had a good day before he blows me?”
My eyes narrow, a hot feeling building in my gut. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Showering?” he asks innocently.
“Trying to make me jealous.”
“Oh, I don’t think I even need to try. Your face is practically red.”
“I’m not jealous. I’m pissed off. There’s a difference.” Just don’t ask me what that difference is. “You’re supposed to be taking this shit seriously.”
His stare runs over me before it catches mine. “Then make me.”
Oh, Oskar. Wrong thing to say to me.
He hooks his bag over the door, then walks into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. If he thinks I’m going to give in because he’s naked, he’s still got a lot to learn. Including the fact I will call every one of his bluffs.
I take my time stripping off my clothes and then follow him in.
The shower is already going, filling the room with steam, and Oskar glances up from where he’s pushed down his boxer briefs. He meets my eyes in the mirror.
“Coming in?” he asks like he’s won.
“Nope.” I step up behind him, not close enough to touch but close enough to see his body in the reflection. And while I’ve seen the majority of it in those photoshoots he did, it’s nothing compared to the real thing. The full real thing.
I refused to look when he opened the door to me naked the first time, but now I don’t have those same reservations.
He has hard muscles and tattoos everywhere. Twin birds sit on either side of his pecs, a huge flower surrounded by smaller ones in the center of his torso, a flock of tiny birds over his abs, and the one line above his pubic region la petite mort.
I’ve seen all those before. The one I haven’t seen …
Running between one hip bone and the next, right above his cock, are the words, Welcum to the fun zone.
I bark out a laugh. “Wow. Your tattoos really are like an instruction guide for sex. Just how dumb are the guys you hook up with?”
“Well, you’re one of them. Why don’t you tell me?”
I almost quip that this has nothing to do with his winning personality, but making this about looks with everything he’s told me doesn’t sit right. His personality is his defense, and I need to work with him on that, which doesn’t include putting him down. So I swallow back my pride at letting him get the final word in and decide to tease him instead.
“Feel free to join me in the shower, but nothing’s happening until you admit you liked today.”
“I didn’t not like it?”
I smile at his hopeful tone. “Nope.”
He acts unaffected, even though his cock is saying otherwise. “You’re really not that irresistible. I can get through one shower without wanting to fuck you.”
“Pity.” I lean in closer. “Because when I have a man in the shower with me, all I want to do is eat his ass.”
I don’t wait for his reply before I head into the shower and duck under the spray. Water runs through my hair and into my eyes and cuts out most of the sound in the room. I have no idea what Oskar is doing, if he’s left or planning to join me, but a moment later, I hear a soft splash as he approaches.