Page 37 of Puck Love

And here we were again.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but it sounds like you’ve done more with me than anyone else with a dick. I think I’m honored.”

“Don’t be,” I huffed.

“Well, it doesn’t change the fact that you know something about yourself that I’m just grappling with today. I mean, geez, I might be…bi.”

“Congratulations. Your dating pool has just doubled.”

Trinsky snort-laughed. “I can’t do anything about that unless I retire tomorrow.”

“That’s not true. There are plenty of out bisexual players now.”

“No. There’s Denny, and he’s exceptional. Everyone else has retired. I wouldn’t want the spotlight he’s had to deal with ’cause of his personal life. Maybe it’s the same for you. In my case, I’m not even sure the bi-ness is true. Like I said, you’re the only one I’ve ever?—”

“Got it. Unfortunately, I’d have to charge you for a repeat.”

“That’s cool. I’m loaded.”

I snickered at his ludicrous bravado. “It’s hard to believe there’s room for me, you,andyour ego in this tent.”

“And my dick. Which is also huge…as you now know.”

“Average,” I teased.

“Everyone’s a comedian. Even average hockey players,” he singsonged.

“Oh. Now who’s a comedian? Are you sure you want to compare and analyze stats?”

“Fuck, no. Mine are better for sure, but?—”

“Fuck off, Trinsky,” I grumbled, hating that it was true. He’d had a better year than me by a long shot, and that definitely wasn’t something I wanted to think about.

“I like it better when you call me Mason.”

Great. Now I was smiling. “Good night, Trinsky.”

He hummed. “Fair warning…I’m absolutely gonna jack off.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you aren’t. And if I turn on this light and your hand is in your underwear, I’m…”

“You’re gonna what? Spank me? I could be into that.”

Me too.

My cock swelled in my boxer briefs. No, no, no. He had to stop talking…now.

“Trinsky…”

“I dated a girl who got off on spanking. She wanted to be over my knee, insisted on calling me daddy…the whole shebang. Not my go-to kink, but it was hot.” The sound of shifting fabric permeated the tent, followed by tapping.

I turned on the lantern. “What are you doing?”

He blinked, holding his hands up in surrender. “Nothing.”