Page 85 of Bonus Game
Riley tilted his head, and a strand of dark brown hair fell over his eye, tangling in his lashes. “I’m not trying to be difficult, Kingston. I’m not hesitating because you’re a man; I’m hesitating because it’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and I don’t want the first time I fuck you to behorrible. The handjobs are easy and fun, but it’s hard to fuck those up.”
Again—Riley acted like a meek little shit whenever they weren’t fucking, but this was getting ridiculous. It was justsex.
But Kingston had a backup plan, and it came in the form of a gorgeous autistic man and his pretty boyfriend.
“We’re going to Jake’s place after practice,” Kingston announced, abruptly turning and switching the water on. He didn’t wait for Riley’s reply as he wetted a paper towel andstarted cleaning the cum that was splattered on the front of the counter.
“Can I ask why?” Riley stepped around him and washed off his hands, frowning as he looked at Kingston in the reflection. “I thought you wanted to have sex, not hang out with friends.”
Kingston straightened and tossed the paper towel in the trash, shrugging just like Riley had. “If watching porn and reading step-by-step instructions isn’t helping you find your balls, maybe going to the experts will give you some confidence.”
He grinned when Riley’s mouth opened in horror, and he was stunned into silence.
Good. Kingston was tired of hearing him talk anyway.
“They’ve been asking me to visit, so I don’t think they’ll be mad,” Kingston said, flashing Riley a smirk as he strolled to the door and flicked the lock. “I’ll go first so you can have a few minutes toreorganizeyourself, Evans. I’ll tell the team that you’ll be late because you’re shitting your guts up—I’m sure Coach will understand.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Sloan. Don’t you?—”
Kingston was already out the door, ignoring Riley’s threat in favour of checking that no one was around. Most of the guys were on the ice, but there were a few stragglers in the locker room, their voices echoing and laughter filling the halls.
Riley would have no choice but to stay put for a few minutes to avoid being spotted leaving from the same room—and also because he really should jerk off before stripping in front of their teammates to gear up. That gave Kingston plenty of time to spread the rumour, just to fuck with him.
He may be ready to bend for the guy, but Kingston wouldneverstop antagonizing the prick. That was a promise he’d made to himself to justify the lapse in his sanity, and he intended to keep it.
Besides, what was the point in fucking his rival if he didn’t get a little hate sex out of it?
The first thing Kingston did when he walked into Jake’s penthouse after practice was greet him and Allen. The second thing he did was snoop.
Sure, they were there to talk, but Kingston didn’t want to start with the boring shit. He would let Riley catch up with his friends while he explored the place, just to make sure there wasn’t anything suspicious hidden inside.
That’s what he told himself, but the penthouse was warm and welcoming, and the view of the harbour with the two bridges was awesome. There was no weird sex dungeon as far as he could tell, just a gym, a small room filled with cozy chairs and bookshelves, and a trophy room that had both Allen and Jake’s things displayed.
There was a lingering clash of styles in certain parts of the home where Jake’s minimalist taste met Allen’s love of rich colours and warm lighting. Somehow, though, it worked. The space still felt comfortable and lived-in rather than mismatched. The bedroom, especially, felt inviting.
A large bed dominated the room, wide enough for Kingston to sprawl across without touching the edges. Thick, high-quality blankets were layered neatly over the mattress, promising comfort the moment he slipped under them.
The bedding followed a calm blue theme: deep navy sheets, a lighter blue duvet, and a scattering of pillows in different shades that made the whole space feel cool and restful. A couple of soft lamps cast a gentle glow across the bed, making it look inviting enough to want to take a nap.
Kingston turned away from the bed and went to the dressers instead, curious to see if the men were hiding any interesting toys inside. He thought he would find a dildo, but hewasn’tprepared to pull open the top drawer and find a huge collection of lacy panties.
“What the fuck…”
It didn’t make sense that they were there. Allen had obviously been redecorating and moving his things in, so there was no reason for there to be a drawer full of women’s underwear in the penthouse. Pretty ones, too.
Kingston had no impulse control, so nothing was stopping him from picking up a pair to study them. His calloused fingers curled into the delicate green fabric, appreciating their softness as he held them up with a triumphant grin.
They were definitely made for a girl, and since they were in Allen and Jake’s bedroom, it meant only one thing.
“Having fun playing with my panties?”
Kingston was so startled that he didn’t make a sound as he spun toward the door, hiding his hands behind his back like a kid who had just been caught touching something he wasn’t supposed to.
Which was true.
Allen had his arms folded over his chest, looking unamused as one eyebrow slowly drifted upward.
“They’re yours,” Kingston said, struggling to articulate through his shock. “You wear them.”
