Page 105 of Two Guys One Puck
“Fucking rude!” I have to laugh.
“Are you jealous? Is he thinking of adopting me already because I’m better at hockey and I cook for them?” He grins even wider and fuck, he’s hot.
“I think my family misses you more than they miss me. They keep asking if you’re coming for spring break and what you’re going to cook.” I push my fingers into my hair, feeling better just seeing his dickish face.
“Is easy to win men with their stomachs and dicks.” Ktytor winks.
“Hey, you better not be fucking everyone in my family.” I wrinkle my nose.
“I’m not the whore between us.”
I hold up my middle finger, and he opens his mouth like he’d suck it. I groan, way too horny for the mental image. “Are you trying to kill me slowly?”
“Is not my fault our schedules don’t line up. You will have to take that up with the commissioner, ?????.”
“You still haven’t told me what that means.” I tried putting it into Google translate, but he’s only said it out loud, and since his damn language is all consonants, I can’t even come close to figuring out how to spell it.
“What what means?” he asks, wearing the hint of a smirk.
I try to say it, but my mouth cannot make those sounds.
“Is cute when you try to say things. Your poor Duolingo owl. Have you killed him yet?”
I ignore him. My owl is doing just fine, even if my learning Ukrainian is not. “You said it when we were talking to Emily.”
“I call you so many things, honey bear. I don’t remember.”
“Bullshit. What does it mean?” It’s not only driving me crazy, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want me to know, which makes me more curious. What could be so bad?
“Do you expect me to remember every pet name I call you, angel baby? Because I use them indiscriminately.”
“That one means something.”
“If you say so, ?????.”
I grunt. “You’re doing this to piss me off, aren’t you?”
“You’re hot when you’re mad. I like to be fucked into the mattress.” He flicks his tongue over his lips like a fucking tease.
“I can’t fuck you into the mattress when you’re states away.”
“This is a tragedy. You should fix it.”
“I wish I could.” Why do we have to be so far away? “I’ve looked at tickets, but we’re both too busy heading into the end of the season.”
And it’s not going to get any better. The teams with the top ten draft picks are all over the country and Canada. We could end up fucking anywhere. I even tried to figure out who might need a center and an enforcer, but it’s too convoluted, and teamsare unpredictable with their picks. There’s no way to even try to guess.
“At least we’ll both be drafted with the way our teams are playing. Then, money will no longer be an issue.” Ktytor seems so unbothered.
How does nothing get to him? Does he fucking care about a single thing other than winning?
“Our first contracts won’t be that good.” Maybe I shouldn’t let it stress me out, but it seems like everything is hitting all at the same time, and I can’t catch a break.
“We will be able to afford a train or plane ticket, Seaborn.” His tone is patronizing.
“I guess you’re right. But how much time will we really have off?”
“Enough, and we can spend summers together.” Ktytor sounds almost dreamy. “Is like you want to be stressed out about this.”
