Page 73 of Two Guys One Puck
“Who said I’m sleeping?”
“They why aren’t you out here?” Happy asks. Nosy fucking bastard.
“Because is Saturday, and some of us don’t wake up happy,” I shout back.
“Why are you being fucking weird?” Happy asks, getting even more suspicious. “I have something to tell you! Will you just open the door?”
Ronan has a hand clamped over his mouth, fighting a laugh.
This is what I get for sharing a suite with Happy and Sleepy.
“Fuck off.” I hit him with a pillow, then shove out of bed and put my finger to my lips. I pull open the door an inch. “Can I fucking help you?”
“You have to read this.” He tries to shove into my room, but I keep the door where it is.
“No. If you come in, I’ll never get rid of you. I’m going back to bed, so tell me quick.”
“But you’ll miss team breakfast.”
“Somethings are better than food.”
Happy gasps. “Blasphemy! I love team time and pancakes.”
“Will you spit out what gave you the nerve to knock on my door at this hour?” I’m annoyed. Every minute that ticks by is another one I’m not touching Seaborn before he leaves.
He turns his phone around. “An article came out this morning on ESPN calling you and Seaborn the top two potential draft picks to watch this season. It says that your battling it out will tell who is pro material.”
“Fuck.” I take his phone out of his hand and try to close the door, but then realize it is his phone when he fights me. I scan the article and huff before pushing the phone back into his hands. “I’m going back to bed.”
“Aren’t you excited?”
“No.” I lie. I’m not sure how I feel.
“Sure. Super excited to be compared to that asshole.”He lets me close the door but calls out, “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!”
“That asshole?” Seaborn pulls on his shirt and I stick out my lip already missing his chest.
“Don’t fucking start. Did you want me to say, ‘he’s so magical and I love his cock, so he should be drafted above everyone’? How would that go over?” I scoff and shove him back into bed.
He fights me at first, but then we’re making out.
We both come but in a hurry because he has to get on a plane and I have breakfast. He’s in a much better mood getting dressed.
“You can thank me later when you win.”
He lifts a brow. “What are you talking about?”
“I’ve helped make your day better, no?”
His lips twitch, and he’s fighting a smile. “Is that going to make me play better?”
“Obviously. So you’re welcome, sweet pea.” I pat his cheek.
“That’s a new nickname.” He grabs my arm, but instead of throwing it off, he pulls me in and bites the inside of my wrist. “Thank you.”
I wasn’t expecting that. “Mmhmm. The others were getting stale. And look how sweet you can be.”
“I like getting my dick sucked first thing in the morning.” He shrugs, and I shouldn’t like it. What is wrong with me? Everything that used to piss me off about him is suddenly endearing, and I don’t like how raw it makes me.
