MasukTHEO.Sudden disgust pooled in my belly as soon as I recalled all that had happened last night. I groaned, rubbing my palms over my face, my heart slamming hard, my head throbbing heavily. Fuck. I felt like roadkill. I’d never drunk that much. I always wanted to stay in shape for hockey games and all. This? Bullshit.Besides that, what the hell was wrong with Hunter? He’d been raging about how he wanted to fuck me or I fuck him… we don’t know the dynamic yet, and the one time I literally throw my ass to him, he’ll pull some sophisticated shit like that? How the fuck would I face him now? I feel like a fucking whore. Fuck.The doorbell rang, drawing me out of my thoughts. I crunched up my nose in further disgust. I wasn’t exactly expecting anyone anymore. I checked my phone—it was a Saturday night. We leave for the game tomorrow. Another dread filled my belly, tying it in knots as I tried shoving it away.The doorbell rang again. And then again. Until I felt so irritated I shot to my f
THEO.Hunter stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching me. Hate. Anger. And irritation wiring in his gaze as Ricky dropped his lips on my neck, planting kisses against me. My skin itched. I hated every bit of it. I wasn’t hard or horny. I felt so stupid and insanely courageous. Could be the alcohol, but I’d gotten sick of Hunter making a fool of me. Well, who’s the fool now?“Theo, come with me, end this nonsense,” Hunter spoke through gritted teeth, reaching for me, but Richard had yanked him back, stopping him to a halt.“Not cool. You fuck around, and the one time he wants to do it too, you get possessive?” Richard asked.Reflection flashed across Hunter’s face and he looked like he felt like shit for once. He looked so sorry, so sober, so hurt. I almost called an end to this game, but it was just that… a game, and if I ended things easily, he’ll win again.“Jerk me off, Ricky. I want to feel your hands on me,” I ordered in the same tone I spoke to Marcus.Ricky’s hand wo
THEOI can’t believe I had done that. I mean, yes, I didn’t have a choice, did I? I… I was cornered into it, that explains it. It was either I sucked him off or I lost my sponsorship, which I worked so hard for. Anyways, I didn’t like this new progress. It made me feel a tad bit nervous. I didn’t need to suck him off so good and swallow every bit of his cum. I even came in my pants from blowing the fucker off.“We’re here,” the driver spoke, pulling to a halt. I swallowed coldly and harshly, walking from the car. I could hear Hunter slamming the end to his side. We both stood side by side, standing before the massive house, people walking and chatting in low tones, the wit of the white.“Hey, relax, man. It’s just a party, not a fucking funeral. What’s with that look on your face?” Hunter asked, letting his hands ruffle through my hair. I snarled at him. He grinned, letting his hands drop down to the base of my back.I raised my hands about to slap him off when I spotted Marco strutti
HUNTERMy pretty little cockwhore looked really disturbed. The emotions conflicting on his face were the highlight of my day. Getting beat up was worth this shit.“Fuck you, I’m not sucking your cock.” He spat angrily, just like I had expected. It was some sort of dynamic—Theo could lie all he wanted. But he loved being forced. Not coerced slightly, but fucking forced. He loved when the choice was wrung from him, when he was pressed into a corner with no other option, that way he could conveniently blame it all on me, on the fact that he was powerless.“Well, you can kiss your sponsorship goodbye and go crawling to our daddy dearest to help you,” I whispered, letting out a low intentional whistle while tutting simultaneously.“How low the golden boy had fallen,” I groaned with a pitiful whine, letting myself drag back, air-counting in my head. I didn’t turn back, but the smirk danced on my lips as I reached the top stair, letting my hands push against the knob to the door to my room.
THEOShit. Fuuuucccckkkkkkk.“Patch him up a little better,” I grumbled next to the nurse, watching Hunter lie back as she stitched his jaw. She had applied some ointment, bandaged the side of his face, but according to her, the cut on his jaw needed to be stitched fast to prevent a further wound.What I didn’t understand was how the bastard stayed relaxed with no anesthetic of any sort. Didn’t even flinch or blink wrong. Didn’t this shit hurt?“It’s all done. You can proceed to get the drugs listed and come back in a week to remove the stitches. He should be fine,” the nurse explained, and I nodded, whispering a faint thank you.The nurse walked away, leaving Hunter to gather his belongings while I stood there, stuck, contemplating my choices.I needed him. I needed the fucker who had laid his birth, had slid over that smug smile. I wanted nothing better than to gut him right now and feed him his entrails, but I couldn’t, because my sponsors had asked me to come, and they needed to
HUNTERThe angry pulling and slamming of doors was all I needed to know. A smile tilted on my lips as I held firmly onto my hockey stick, bending forward on the ice to play the puck forwards.“I’ll fucking murder you myself!” Theo cursed, yelling at the top of his voice as he stormed towards the rink.“What’s going on here?” Coach called, stopping the throw to a halt.I straightened, a sinful smile dipping on my lips, a smile straddling my face.“First you are late to practice and now this! What’s going on with you, Theo? You are a captain and we have a game in two days!” Coach snapped, schooling Theo, who didn’t seem to pay a single bit of attention to what Coach was saying.“I told you to keep your bloody hands to yourself, didn’t I?” Theo asked, storming over to me. He yanked at my vest, slamming me back onto the ice.“Theo, stop!” Coach ordered as some of the boys stormed towards us to pull us apart, but Theo wasn’t having it. I stayed back, still smiling.“I told you to fucking







