Page 58 of Lucky Sucker

“Go on.”

“Twenty-third.”

“Bingo!” He giggled. “Which makes me which sign?”

I puffed my cheeks, making a raspberry with my lips. “Damn. I have no idea.”

“A Gemini. You’re fire, I’m air, and together, we make probably a fire tornado.”

Touching his face, the warmth of it was so sweet. “Well, I don’t think I can wait to get you a gift,” I told him. “I might’ve already ordered you something. Hopefully it doesn’t arrive while we’re away, Julia might not know what to do with it.”

He perked up at that. “What is it?” He asked.

“I can’t tell you.”

He prodded my arm. “Please, please.” He continued to prod, again and again, as if searching for a sweet spot on my body that would force me to reveal the present. “Pretty please.”

“Nope, you’ll have to wait,” I said. I leaned in and gave him a kiss, followed by a little whisper. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll give you a hint later.”

He entire body shivered with a little giggle. “Mhmk.”

The journey lasted two hours where we arrived at our hotel room in the town of Whitley. A nice place, looked the same as the last time I was here and lost, but that wasn’t going to happen again this time. This time, we were here to win.

Hotels were always booked for away games, even if they were a couple hours away, purely for convenience. Nobody wanted to deal with a drive home after a game, even if we were passengers. Plus, win or lose, we loved celebrating away from our coaches who couldn’t see just how many calories we were consuming.

Everyone was sharing a room, twin beds in each. It was obvious I was sharing with Wren. Coach approached us with a keycard in hand. “I don’t have to give you two the talk, do I?” he laughed, handing me the keycard. “Go get settled. We’re heading over to the college in an hour. Remember, we’re guests here, best behavior.”

I nodded. “Best behavior.”

“I’m always on my best behavior,” Wren added.

Coach chuckled. “Good. You keep them honest, and don’t let them sway you with your reports. The last one was stellar. But a little pressure on Mason, the freshmen who was subbed in.”

Wren nodded. “I kinda wish I’d picked him for my fantasy league now.”

“Oh, you’re playing?” he asked. “Which league?”

“Ice Kings Fantasy League,” he answered. “I’m hoping to win this season. So you’ve got to keep Luke on the ice.”

Coach glared at me and nodded. “We’ll see,” he said. “Those freshmen might be giving him a run for his money.”

“Just what I wanted to hear.” I knew he was joking, but it was keeping me on my toes. Even if the freshmen didn’t get to play, they were still on the team and were able to celebrate the wins.

We took the elevator up to the third floor and we were in room ten. Wren’s body carried electricity with it, holding my hand as we walked, their was a strange jolt to him, like he was tugging my hand.

“Do you think there are other people on the team that might be together?” he asked, at first in a whisper, but as he repeated it, I was already processing the question.

“You asked that before. Do you know something I don’t?” I asked, opening our hotel room to the bright light shining in from the window. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” I sat my duffel bag with stick hanging from the handle down by the side of the door.

He hummed and nodded, walking off and throwing himself and his bag onto one of the twin beds. “We should push them together.”

I joined him on the bed. “You can tell me, you know.”

He turned his head to face me. “It’s not confirmed, but I think there could be some other people on the team that might be interested in guys as well.”

I was out of my depths, I barely even knew my own sexuality, let alone begin to speculate on someone else’s sexuality. “I’m sure they’ll come out when they’re comfortable.”

“I think so too.”

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