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Wolf Daddy
Have you had a boyfriend this whole time?
He knows I haven’t.
I have to type one-handed, so it takes me a second to peck out a response. I shouldn’t do what I’m about to do, but if he’s gonna be that way, I can’t help myself.
Me
Why? Jealous?
I shut off my notifications again but keep the app open, turning my head just enough to peer up front. He’s on the opposite side of the aisle from me, which means he’s in the right position for me to watch him on his phone.
Wolf Daddy
What if I am?
Shit. I didn’t expect him to be so up-front since he hasn’t been before. I thought he’d be a fucking dick about it.
Me
Bender’s my bestie.
That does nothing. He looks like he might actually tear my head off.
Wolf Daddy
Stop touching him.
Me
No.
I’m pushing it, I know, but Bender’s my best friend. He’s gotta give a little.
Wolf Daddy
You’re asking for it, McKinnon.
Me
I don’t hear from him after that, even when I kiss the top of Bend’s head. I would anyway, but I’m also doing it to rile the fuck outta him. By the time we get to the hotel, he’s gonna be maaaaad. Just the way I like him.
The hardest part of being his? Not touching him in public. Not calling him Daddy where someone might hear. Not being dragged into the bus bathroom to make good on every filthy promise he’s ever whispered in my ear.
But I like the way he watches me when he’s jealous. Like he wants to ruin me and worship me all at once. And maybe if I piss him off just enough, tonight he will.
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Luke
“What the fuck, Coach?” McKinnon says. “Why don’t I have a room?”
I smile to myself, because I could tell him. The roster said Ace was sharing with Bender, the same guy he was holding hands with and kissing on the fucking bus. Like fuck was he staying in a room with him. Tate’s more than willing to get back into my good graces after going ahead with his hockey player seduction plan—there was a long conversation—so I had him change the sleeping arrangements.
“There was a booking error, McKinnon. Bender’s with Shep, and you’re with Professor VanCourt.” Tate doesn’t roll his eyes, but I know he wants to.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says.
