Page 61 of Off-Ice Misconduct
Coach isn’t with him. Fucker must have climbed out the window.
Ryan looks around. “Where is everyone?”
“A few are outside, but most have left, bro. It’s two in the morning.” I’m not doing a good job of acting cool. My career as a spy is over before it started.
He looks me up and down. “What?”
Fuck it. “Nice ass, pretty boy.”
His face turns a brilliant shade of red. “That fucking asshole. I knew I heard someone open the door, but he told me it was nothing. Lying sack of shit.”
Bender’s out, and I know he sleeps like a brick of metal. No one else is around. “Rule number one, VanCourts are assholes.”
He tilts his head, trying to figure out what I mean by that. He probably doesn’t know about Coach’s brother, but I’m sure he will, and he’ll figure it out someday. “Alright, let’s have it. You gonna use this as some sort of blackmail?” Ryan’s voice is raw from use. Probably from screaming. Screaming I didn’t hear, so I’m left with the hot visual of Coach muffling him with his bear-paw hand.
Goddammit. Luke needs to do something about my blue balls soon. Everything is hot. Everything turns into porn in my mind.
“What? No. I’d never do that. I’ll play a little dirty on the ice,” and hope Mom isn’t watching from heaven, “but I’m not a supervillain.”
His jaw hardens. “Then you’d be a first for me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, McKinnon. We good then?”
“So long as you never use my fucking bed again.”
“Noted.” There’s something terribly heartbreaking about Ryan. Did he lose someone, too? A mother? A father? Or is there another kind of tragedy that’s left him with his suspicious outlook on life? Fuck, though. I’m a nosy bitch and would love to know how he ended up with Coach’s dick in his ass. Maybe even more than his backstory. But Mom also told me not to be nosy, even when I really wanna be. “See you in November then, McKinnon?”
I nod. “November.”
Once he’s gone, I corral a sleepy Bender to our room and tuck him into bed. My bed is a biohazard, so it’s either sleep with Bend, the couch, or …
Sleeping in the same bed as Bend is out while I’m doing this thing with Luke. Letting him sleep on me was iffy, curled around him in bed is a huge no, because the little fucking octopus will curl around me. Our couch is comfortable for sitting, but not for sleeping when you’re six feet tall.
That leaves “or”. And I’m gonna be so for real, “or” is my top choice.
I change into some sleep pants, toss on a t-shirt, a hoodie, and my Scorpions jacket. He doesn’t know it yet, but Luke and I are about to have our first sleepover.
14
Luke
How nice it must be to have a full night’s sleep. I’d love to be blissfully unaware of the persistent knocking that woke my guard-dog ass from a dead sleep. I’m conditioned to be up and ready to fight, thanks to my uncle. He didn’t have to do that; he wanted to. More of his games. His ideas about surviving in this world. When I was younger, I thought they were sick, but as time goes on, maybe he was right.
Some of them were cruel, but even with years of distance to gain perspective, I still believe that he believed he was preparing me for life in a cruel world. How would you do that without exercises in cruelty?
Rubbing my eyes, I check the time. Two forty-five am. This better be a damn emergency. Sliding into my house robe, I make my way downstairs and take a look out the peephole.
McKinnon.
If he’s here to beg me for sex, that boy’s getting the spanking of his life—before I shove my cock into him. All night, I regrettedmy decision to allow him to attend that party instead of telling him to get his ass over here.
The hinge creaks as the door swings open. My tirade stops before it starts. He’s half panicking, running his hands through his hair repeatedly.
“Coach, fuck—Ryan Savage! My goddamn bed!” he whisper yells. I look around to make sure we’re the only ones up at “holy fuck o’clock” and yank him inside.
Once the door’s shut and relocked, I set to work, removing his shoes and jacket. Now that he’s here, he’s staying. I’ll handcuff him to my bed if I have to—maybe even if I don’t have to.
