Page 89 of Shattered Hate

Kal’s lips twitch into a slight smile, and I shoot him a warning look, gritting my teeth. He raises his hands in mock surrender. I’m not letting anyone tease my man—except me.

“Never again,” Daxton mutters, looking as pale as a ghost. We linger outside the airport, waiting anxiously for Bohdi to pull up and take us to our hotel. Brayden is completely in the dark about us being here and the huge surprise party Bohdi’s planning at his brother’s place. It’s happening tomorrow night, and the rest of the team is flying in then because we couldn’t get enough seats on this flight.

At least tonight, I have Daxton all to myself in this new city. Kal has already announced his plan to just chill at the hotel. Now I remember where he met that girl. I understand why he’s sulking.

“Dax, it was only an hour and thirty minutes,” Kal says. I turn sharply to Kal, frowning and hugging Daxton even tighter.

“Yeah, a really long hour and thirty minutes, Kal,” I reply, shooting him a look that screams shut up. Kal just stares back, bored, then shifts his gaze between Dax and me, rolling his eyes.

Miserable jerk.

Right then, Bohdi honks his horn, and we all head for his car parked on the sidewalk. He jumps out, his smile as bright as ever. He slaps Kal on the back, then comes over to me and does the same, smirking, before turning his attention to Daxton. Dax beams back at him as Bohdi wraps him in a hug that ignites a flicker of jealousy within me. I quickly grab Bohdi’s arm, pulling it away from Daxton. “First, he’s mine. Back off.” Bohdi raises his eyebrows at me. “Second, why don’t I get a hug?” Kal bursts into laughter as he hops into the car, shutting the door.

“You don’t deserve a hug.”

I throw my hands up in bewilderment. “What have I done now?”

“When have you not done something?” Dax rolls his eyes next to me. I squint at him and then shift my gaze to Bohdi.

“You and that big trap of yours. Brayden’s been grilling me all morning because you let it spill that the whole ice hockey team was going on a weekend trip somewhere.” I look at him, utterly baffled.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

“Oh, Jesus,” Daxton mutters beside me, and Bohdi squeezes the bridge of his nose, looking like he’s had enough of me. I still can’t figure out what the big deal is.

“Brayden’s part of the team, Trayton. He’d know if there was a trip planned. He knew something was off, and now I’ve had to text someone who can’t stand me, asking him to ignore Brayden’s message. Brayden texted Denny, wondering about this so-called trip he wasn’t invited to.”

Well, when he puts it like that… “I didn’t think of that, did I?”

“Clearly,” Bohdi and Daxton say together, their voices laced with frustration.

“Hey, you can’t be mad at me,” I say, pointing at Daxton. “This weekend’s for us too. I don’t want you upset with me. I’ve got too many plans involving my dick and your ass and your mouth.”

“Trayton,” Daxton hisses, his eyes wide.

“What?” I say, genuinely puzzled. His face turns crimson as he glances at Bohdi.

I laugh. “Oh, Bray’s told me some stories about him and Mr. Stiles here,” I smirk. “Or should I say Sir?” Bohdi shakes his head, trying to dismiss the comment.

“Just get in the car,” Bohdi says, walking away.

As he leaves, I lean down to Daxton and whisper, “School sauna, his old desk. You name it, they did it there.” Daxton tries to look serious but can’t hold back a grin when I wiggle my eyebrows. “I’ve been wanting to try the sauna and the gym pool, if you’re down?”

“God, I love you.” He beams, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable.

“Trayton,” Daxton whimpers, his legs trembling under my touch. I’ve got him face down, ass up, offering me that perfect ass as I indulge, my tongue savoring every moment. The sounds he makes while I lick him are enough to drive me wild. I pull back, slowly sliding my index finger in. This tightness feels like it was made just for me.

“Do you want more, baby?” I ask, going deeper. His legs shake with anticipation.

“Please, please.” He’s desperate and wanting, and I love it. I add a second finger, and his breaths come faster. “Tray, I need all of you inside me. Please fill me up,” he begs, repeating his pleas as I work my fingers in and out, curling them just right. “Jesus, Tray.” He gasps, overwhelmed. His cries are so intense that it feels like he’s on the edge of tears. I’m holding back, barely managing not to come just from his moans and the feel of him clenching around my digits. He’s absolutely perfect. I slowly pull my fingers away and lean back.

“Turn around.” When he does, I draw him close and capture his face with mine, pressing our lips together. It’s a messy, urgent kiss, full of passion. He wants me as much as I want him. “Lean over the table.” I breathe into his mouth, still kissing him as he nods, trying to move away, but I can’t let go. I tug on his lip ring with my teeth, and he moans, panting against my mouth. I guide him to the table across the room and gently push him down on it so his back is to me. He complies easily, stretching up on his tiptoes. I walk back to the bed, reaching over, grabbing the lube and both of our phones. I turn around, walking slowly toward him as he watches me with pure hunger. Fuck, I could drown in him when he looks like this. Begging and waiting patiently with his ass open for me. I place his phone next to him, and he watches me with wide eyes as I call him.

I video call him.

“Pick up, Dax,” I grunt, pouring lube on my hard length and then running a finger along it before slipping two fingers inside him.

“Tray,” he cries, and I revel in the sound of my name from his lips. It’s beautiful, a sound I want to hear again and again.

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