Page 42 of Pucked Up

I sat up a little too quickly, my head spinning. “What? Where? What happened?”

“Bad date. Had to punch him in the balls and run. Now, I’m on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, and I can’t get a Lyft to pick up my request. Save me, Obi-Wan.”

I sighed and moved my pillows to swing my legs over the side of the bed. “Send me a pin for your location.”

“I knew I always liked you best,” he said with a heavy sigh of relief. “See you soon.”

The line went dead, and I flopped back, staring down at my slick, limp dick. There wasn’t a chance I was going to be able to get it up again, and it wasn’t like I’d leave Micah stranded on the side of the road. So, my fantasies about Hugo would have to wait.

Maybe until the next time I saw him.

When,maybe, they wouldn’t be fantasies at all.

CHAPTER

TEN

BODEN

The last placeI wanted to be was on the road after the day I had, but I also wasn’t about to leave one of my best friends stranded. I could see my lights glinting off Micah’s cane as he hovered by the side of the road, and then he came into view. He looked a little disheveled, which was unusual for him. Between the two brothers, Micah was the one who put a ton of effort into his appearance. He was always on his Sighted Guide app to make sure he was well-dressed and had every hair in place.

Tonight, though, he looked like he’d been rolling around in a field.

I beeped the horn twice as I rolled to a stop, and he turned his ear toward the road. He was a few feet away from the bus bench, so I pulled up as close to the curb as I could and rolled down the window.

“Looking for a ride, gorgeous?”

His hands gripped the top of the door, and hegrinned. “It’s five for a blowie. Ten if you want me to slip a finger in your ass.”

“I’d pay more. Get in, loser. I want a burrito since you dragged me out here at ass o’clock.”

“Cock o’clock,” he said with a grin, feeling for the door handle before yanking it open and folding up his cane. He slid in beside me and dropped his head back with a groan.

“Tell me whatever lay you had tonight was worth it.”

He scoffed. “It was not. The guy thought Jonah and I fucked.”

“Wait…” I blinked at him. “Like, each other?”

“I mean, it happens all the time in porn, so I think people assume we’d be into it.” He hunched his shoulders by his ears, but he had no right to be shocked with the shit he and Jonah said in public.

“You two tell people about the porn you watch together, so…”

“We don’t watch it together. I mean, okay, I make him listen to the hilarious parts with me, but we don’t do, you know, that. He’s my goddamnbrother.” He grimaced, showing all of his teeth as I pulled away from the curb so I didn’t get pulled over for actually trying to pick up a dude on the side of the road. “Anyway, the guy got kind of pushy when I told him that Jonah isn’t into me and that it’s not a thing we do.”

My hands tightened on the wheel. “What do you mean, pushy?” Hugo might have fucked some of my frustration out of me, but there was nothing betterthan clocking a dickhead in the mouth when he hurt one of my friends.

Micah wrinkled his nose. “I mean, he threw this hissy fit—said he didn’t know what the big deal was. He could gag the both of us, and Jonah wouldn’t even know I was there. Which…what the fuck, right?”

My anger was rising, though my voice stayed flat. “Really?”

“He didn’t like that I had a problem with that. He got, uh…handsy.”

White-hot rage sparked up my spine. “By handsy, you mean?”

He turned his head, and I could see a bruise forming in the curve between his neck and his shoulder. “He only got the jump on me once, grabbed me around the neck, and pinned me to the floor. He was hard as fuck when he did it, so clearly, the guy was a fucking predator. I kneed him in the balls and walked out. He followed me for a while, but I think he forgot I was a hockey player, so…”

I waited. When he didn’t answer, I nudged him. “So?”

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