PUCK & PUNISHMENT のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 26

ASHER POV“What’s going on with you, Asher?”“What did I say is going on with me, Elliott?.”“You’ve been raging non-stop. Losing awareness of your surroundings. This is the second punching bag you’ve gone through because you split the last one open.”I throw a right hook into the center of the bag. The chain rattles against the ceiling mount.“I’m working out. In case that wasn’t obvious enough.”“You’re zoning out,” he says. “There’s a difference.”“Some of us think when we train, Elliott.”“Right.” He steps back.My hands stop mid-swing.Every hair on my body rises. My throat closes up. My pulse goes from controlled to something I refuse to name and my length does what it’s been doing all morning at the worst possible intervals.I turn around.Remington standing at the entrance to the indoor practice rink in his gear, helmet under his arm, looking exactly like he always looks — unhurried, impossible, taking up the right amount of space in every room he enters.“Hi,” he says.Two l

ASHER POV The Venom private rink at this hour belongs to me unquestionably-. No audience. No expectation. Just the cold and the overhead lights, the sound of my own edges, and the particular clarity that comes when the rest of the world is still asleep. I’ve been here forty minutes when the doors open. He’s not late. Exactly on time, which somehow reads as a refusal to be punctual on my terms and just arriving at the exact minute that meets the requirement and no more. He comes in looking unhurried in his practice gear, helmet under one arm, and steps onto the ice without ceremony. “You’re late,” I say. “I’m not,” he says. I look at my watch. "You said don’t be late. I’m not late.” He snaps his helmet on. "What are we doing, Captain?” Captain. I guess he doesn't call me '01' again. I kinda liked it. I fire a puck into the empty net. Get on the ice and find out.” He skates out to center. I watch him warm up. I watch the way he reads the surface, making small adjustmen

I wake up mid-stroke, my right hand gripping my cock so tight my knuckles turned white. I’m gasping, fighting a losing battle against the intense, raw orgasm crashing through me... easily the wildest of my life.Considering the last two orgasms were also the best of my life, it shouldn't surprise me that I’m drowning in thoughts of the two men who gave them to me. The two men I just dreamt of together."Are you with me?" I blink, focusing on my brother's sharp voice, dragging me back from the dream-scape to the cold reality of his clinic.This is exactly why I’m here. I need answers. I need to purge these thoughts on loop in my head before they destroy me."So, what’s wrong with me?""There’s nothing wrong with you, Asher," he says, leaning back in his creaking chair, casually lighting a cigarette."And I'm supposed to believe that? You claim to be a doctor, but you're chain-smoking in your own examination room.""I also have my left arm completely covered in tattoos, in case you miss