Page 83 of Studs Up
“Do what?” I smiled and lay on the bed. I loved hearing his voice.
“Win.”
He sounded so disappointed. I laughed.
“Fuck off,” he muttered.
“I’d rather fuck you,” I dropped my voice and heard a quiet moan on his end.
“Rivalry week is coming up. You might get your chance.”
“You’re goddamn right. I’m gonna get my chance. What kind of comment is that?” I growled. His malicious snicker made me hard.
“I think I’m going to have to send my Oscar to Ennis,” he said.
“Even better, I’ll send him one. This time I’ll put my fucking name on it.”
He laughed.
“So, was that celebration for me?”
“Not everything is about you,” I said sarcastically.
“Of course it is.”
“Snob.”
“Did you just call me a snob?”
“Me? No, I would never do that.”
“Fuck you,” he laughed again, and it was my favorite sound. “When I beat you in Seattle, I’m going to replay the game and jerk off.”
“You’ll be bending over, sweetheart.”
Holden
We were in Seattle. We arrived the day before and stayed in a hotel near the stadium, but there wasn’t an opportunity to sneak away, and being trapped in a hotel surrounded by my team and Alex, I couldn’t even call. We texted, but that was all I could have. It was awful to be in the same city, just a few miles apart, and unable to see each other.
After the game, we’d get some time before the bus left, and I hoped to see him. But first, I had to kick his ass. He definitely wasn’t going to make it easy.
If you lose, I’ll let you suck it.Included in the text message was a picture. A very big, very perfect, very well done dick pic. I slammed my phone down as a violent rush of heat consumed my body. A couple of people looked around at me, and my phone squashed under my hand. Worse, I imagined him cocky as fuck, knowing exactly what he just did. Asshole.
The phone was turned off and shoved into my locker, where it couldn’t offend my focus anymore.
“You okay? You look like a lobster.” Alex pressed the back of his hand to my forehead.
“I’m fine,” I croaked.
Alex didn’t believe me for one second.
“Bullshit.”
If I didn’t see him tonight, it would be another three weeks until the summer international break, and I wasn’t sure I could go that long without touching him again.
A dick pic was not at all helpful. It made me want him more and miss him more.
Fucking hell. Six months ago, we were at each other’s throats; now, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other if we were in the same room together.
