《Pucking Around with Fate》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

POV: KhyleWhich was a shame, because if he had, it would have made his day.Because he would have borne witness to the bluenet kicking his keys across the parking lot in an outburst fit for a preschooler, then stomping them into the pavement after dropping them for the third time as he fought with the lock of his car. Normally, it would have occurred to the bluenet long before then to use the electronic button attached to his key chain to open the doors to his car. But after what seemed like forty-eight hours of hell, he was just as agitated, and thinking just as clearly as Khyle.The day had been tantamount to torture.While Gunner stood in the parking lot and contemplated taking the bus to the nearest watering hole, or better yet, shooting range, Khyle sped down the nearby two-lane highway, passing every car in sight. That blue-haired, blue-eyed abusive prick had tested Khyle's moral restraint and he'd been barely an inch away from tearing a strip off the guy, injured or not. How h

POV: KhyleThe jellyfish exhibit had been the beginning of the end.Laughing after sneaking a photo of Khyle while he was nose to glass with one of the large luminescent orange jellyfish was annoying. Offering to email the photo to a group of young women who had recognized the two players was just plain offside. Khyle had put a fast end to that, but he'd still had to sign the girls' entrance tickets with a feigned smile plastered across his face while his back teeth ground together quietly.The only bright side was that Gunner had gotten sucked into the fray as well. The girls had wanted both of them. That should have been neutralizing. It would have been, if the cocky enforcer hadn't made such an erotic show out of enjoying the attention for Khyle's benefit. He'd gone so far as to lift the hem of his shirt for the boldest of the group, allowing her to run the tips of her fingers along the ridges of his abs with the casual ease of a man who had done this many times and found it entire

POV: Khyle"Explain to me why I'm here again? As a babysitter?"A pair of brown bottles landed on the weathered wooden table between the two men with an asynchronous clunk, and the younger of the duo huffed his exasperation before he remembered to give a polite nod to their server."A mediator," Khyle corrected testily.Kensei had been ribbing him with merciless abandon for the past ten minutes, ever since he'd met up with him in the lot outside. Though he was expecting it, the non-stop teasing was beginning to wear thin.But yeah. Babysitter. That was the word for it.The winter-haired man sitting across from him looked dryly amused as he turned up the rim of his sleeve to check his watch. Khyle waited for him to say something. But instead he picked up the sweat-beaded bottle and took a long draw from it. Then he held it up and signaled to the waitress.The girl, Khyle noted, was busy flirting with the older man, making a show out of wiping down one of the tables nearby. She nodded b

POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerTen minutes passed, with Kensei taking the lead.The conversation was casual. Though hostilities seemed ever present, they stayed a low flame and nothing more. The waters were relatively smooth. Gunner didn't take any jabs, and Khyle hadn't outwardly snapped again.The state of mind of the young forward was a different thing entirely. His thoughts kept drifting to smooth skin, haunting eyes, and the musky scent that permeated the air around him. The man's aura alone seemed to pull them there against his will, and no amount of redirecting was landing with any lasting effect."Excuse me a second."Khyle shoved his seat back and found the bathroom at the far end of the bar, striding toward it without looking back. The moment he slipped inside he checked to see that he was alone, then expelled a lungful of air."Shit. Get it together, you idiot," he chastised himself quietly. "He's the same asshole he always was. And you're not a girl."His stomach was full of

POV: Khyle"And that's when I showed her how to do it right."Kensei was in fits of laughter. Khyle stared, expression edged with horror.Gunner brought the bottle up to his lips and grinned. He wrapped his lips around the opening and thrust it in and out of his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he gave the bottle a thorough demonstration that had no business being performed in a sports bar on a Monday night. Kensei sputtered at the display, one hand coming down on the table hard enough to rattle the glasses. Khyle watched with eyes widening and breathing faltering as the bottle slipped past wet parted lips, warmth quickly creeping into his core.That was either the sickest or hottest thing he'd ever seen.He went with sickest. He was going with sickest. That was his final answer.He applied himself to his beer with focused commitment and did not look at Gunner's mouth.The evening had shifted in the past hour from the careful stilted territory of people who were trying very hard not to comb