LOGINTHEO.I promised not to break, not to fucking falter. I’d sworn not to falter or crack, to keep things so fucking professional. I was better than this… right? Right?I shoved my palms into his chest, pushing him back. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, eyes on mine. He laughed at me, going for my lips like a fucking starved bastard. He kissed me hard, mouth sliding over mine, his warm breath, his taste… I fucking missed this. But no… I couldn’t be this weak. I shoved him off again, striking a slap to his cheek.He laughed… full-on laughed in my face, hands going down to unbuckle his belt.“What are you doing… what… what the fuck is wrong with you, Mr. Miller?” I sneered, yet I hadn’t removed my eyes. I watched helplessly as he roughly yanked down his pants and—fuck… shit… My cock swelled in my pants . My eyes glued to his half-hard cock… shit, he pierced it… fuck…With every last bit of self-respect I had, I tore my eyes up to his face, and of course Hunter was grinning widely lik
HUNTER.I let my fingers hover on my keypad, the smirk on my face inching side to side. I contemplated… texting or letting the surprise win out.I could see my picture had been viewed by the teammates, Theo inclusive. I wondered what went on in his mind right now, the thoughts he was having, the bothers and doubts.I had sworn to let it all marinate, after all, I waited three whole years before making a move, I sure could wait one more day. But the minute I’d seen him walk into the restaurant with that clingy bitch he was too blind to notice, how hard she seemed to be wanting his attention, I had watched her the whole year. She’d fooled him into thinking she had not the slightest feeling for him, yet it was all an act, she loved him… or at least wanted him.My private phone rang, a chime settling into it on cue. Reluctantly, I shrugged, picking up my phone, a smile on my face.“Having all the fun yet?” he asked. I’d grown accustomed to Jeremy over the years.I learnt to train with h
THEO.“No… this… this isn’t happening.” I groaned, staggering away from him. He stood there, an amused smile on his face, almost like he was assessing me. No shock, no surprise. I wasn’t stupid enough to think he had run into me by accident. Pretty convenient, a day after day. After three bloody years, after that fucking nutjob had spoken, I’d expected this to happen.I stuck to hope. This would happen. He would come back for me, like a fucking daily mantra I repeated those words… and he’s here. Finally here.“Kotyonok.” Hunter called again, more manly, bolder. I didn’t… I didn’t get it. What the hell had happened? Why was he not saying anything, yet his pitch-dark eyes narrowed down on me in that same menacing manner that had my hackles up, a chill running down my spine, like I knew he would hurt me… but would he? Did I want him to?“I missed you,” he breathed out, one word and I felt my heart racing. I couldn’t move… didn’t move. I stood fixed on the spot. What was I waiting for? I
THEOTHREE YEARS LATERI blew a kiss into my medal, smiling wide from ear to ear as chants rose in the rink. We’d won. A medal I’d chased for two whole years. I’d led my team to victory.“Gonna head out with the team, or would you rather stay out here and fucking hump that thing? I know you’ve been getting wet dreams about it, haven’t you?” Jamal teased, palming his cock over his pants and thrusting his hips forward in a fake motion, earning a smirk from me. Louder ululations followed in the rink, everyone happy I’d led the team to win.“Well done… atta boys. You’ve made me proud. However, I think it’s best we all spend today together,” Coach spoke, sounding quite proud and a little off with his entire demeanor. The boys whined, probably having planned a night out full of drugs and sex.“I’m not sure I can make it, Coach. I have to be home with my wife. We planned to celebrate together, and you all know Cleo doesn’t like waiting,” I muttered, slouching my shoulders when Coach sighed,
HUNTER“Are you getting hard for him?” a familiar voice called out. I felt my head ache, a sizzling noise thinning off my head. My throat felt sore, my whole body numb. Slowly, I parted my eyes, only for a gust of smoke to be blown in my face and assault my nostrils…I had no idea where I was. I blinked hard to focus again, a faint frown forming when I locked eyes with the same splitting image of myself seated idly in a chair across the room, legs crossed over each other, arms dangling over the armrest of the chair while his fingers hovered over his phone, eyes locked on me in a pretty bored expression.Then it all came rushing down to me—the room… the drugs… I had tried to kill myself. There was Theo, and then it all came down to this absolute bullshit.“Shit. What the hell have you done? Where the fuck am I?” I slurred, dragging myself off the couch I lay on to stand on my wobbly feet.“I couldn’t pull all the drugs out of your system, it’s been flushed out now, but you passed out,
THEO’S POVI feel no better than a fucking assaulted victim. I’d been fucking tased by some fucking rando right in the middle of nowhere.“Awake already? Took you forever to fucking part those fucking eyes of yours. How on earth am I meant to keep watch of you?” the fucking aggressive man spoke again, reaching closer, a frown on my face, full of snarling, baring my teeths right into his fucking face.“Who the fuck are you, and why did you bring me here? I’m calling the fucking cops on you the first chance I fucking get,” I muttered, voice low, that seemed to sound more like a hiss to him. I watched as he lit the end of a cigar, smoking, taking a long drag off it before tossing his head backwards, exhaling right on cue.“That’s no wise thing to say to someone who had abducted you now, is it? I’m already fucking itching to put a goddamn bullet in your head. Can’t even tell me apart from my twin…?” he questioned again. He seemed to be having a field day messing with my bloody head, yet m
THEO.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 a
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 want
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 t
THEOWe almost lost. Almost… so damn close. We’d scored just one goal about three minutes left in the game. It had been a miracle. We played like shit, however based on our luck we’d ended the game with one goal against one goal of the Saints.Which was why we all sat in the locker room, looking sh







