MasukTHEO.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
HUNTER.“Come on, Atlas, it’s just one day, it doesn’t mean shit,” I pleaded, pressing my ass against his crotch, my back against his chest and my head drooped to his shoulder while staring up at him.“No, it’s not just one day. It starts like that, and then you start cancelling tournaments, and I
THEO’S POVEach time I parted my eyes, I saw Hunter and Jamal locking eyes, flirting, being touchy. It all grated down on my fucking nerves. They’d gone out as soon as we settled into the rooms, and it’s been a few minutes since they returned, both drunk, yet having conversations like they’d been b
ATLAS.He had been sleeping all morning. His phone buzzed for the seventh time in a row and I felt my patience snap as I ended the call, proceeding to switch off the phone. I hadn’t stopped him when the stupid druggie had passed him those pills. He looked desperate, like he needed an outlet.Shit,
JEREMY’S POV I slammed the door shut behind me so hard the frame rattled. My breath came out in clouds. The heating hadn’t kicked in yet, or maybe I just hadn’t noticed. The cold didn’t matter. Nothing did. I stripped the moment I crossed the threshold—hoodie, shirt, jeans, boxers. I didn’t ca







