Page 40 of Sin Bin (BU Hockey Season 2, #1)

Ollie

“ I fucked up,” I say, sliding into the empty seat across from Aven. It’s been a few days since my parents’ visit, and things between Fallon and me just keep getting better. Well, they had been, until I pulled a boneheaded move earlier today.

“You’re gonna need to be more specific, Oliver,” he says, toying with the little wooden stick in his coffee cup.

“You fuck up a lot. And I say this as a man who’s been fully involved in your fuckery—both literally and figuratively.

Have you been unwittingly skipping a class for the last three weeks?

Did you accidentally sleep with your Coach’s niece and get her pregnant? ”

I flip him the bird. I haven’t done either of those things, but Mickey and JT have, and Aven damn well knows it.

He smirks because he’s not done needling me yet.

“Uh-oh. Is there trouble in paradise?” he asks.

He’s known Fallon almost as long as I have, and they’ve always gotten along well.

“Marital strife? Is your hot-as-sin wife upset? Does she need to be consoled? Because I love you like a brother, and I’d do anything for you.

If she needs a shoulder to cry on, you just let me know. ”

“I’m taking care of all of Fallon’s needs. But right now, I need practical advice because yes, my wife is mad at me and yes, I’m an idiot, and no, I don’t know how to fix it.”

Aven laughs. “You do realize I’m the last man you should be coming to for marital advice. I’m pretty sure I was voted ‘Most Likely to Be a Male Escort’ in my high school yearbook, so take that under advisement.”

As Aven spreads cream cheese on his bagel, I laugh.

“Don’t worry, man, there’s plenty of time for you to fulfill high school prophecies.

But for now, I need help figuring out how to grovel.

And this has to stay in the circle of trust because I’m usually the one dispensing advice.

I can’t have my teammates thinking I need help in the love department.

I can tell Aven’s about to say something, but instead, he shoves a bite of bagel into his mouth. That’s a high-quality best friend right there. He knows I’m full of bullshit, but he lets me carry on like I’m over here spitting out pure facts.

“How bad is it on a scale of one to ten?” he asks.

“Maybe a six and a half. Or a forty-three,” I answer.

My friend peers at me over his glasses. He’s a handsome fucker, I’ve got to give him that.

He’s jacked as hell with jet black hair and eyes that are almost as dark.

He’s got a standing appointment with a barber every four weeks to keep his hair short and tight on the sides and artfully messy on top.

The man could make it in Hollywood, and I keep telling him so.

He’s got a MyFans following that puts mine to shame, but I tell myself it’s because he’s not affiliated with any school sports, so he can fully put himself out there.

And I do mean out there. His face and his dick get a whole lot of views.

“So, what did you do? I feel like we should start there.”

“I’m a slob,” I admit. “In my defense, I told her that. And I really did try to do better. I even hung my towel on a hook after I showered instead of leaving it on the floor.”

“So proud of you,” he says before taking another bite of his food.

I know he’s joking, but I actually was proud of myself.

“Right? Baby steps. But..I should probably mention that the towel-hanging was a one-time thing. I did it on a Tuesday morning and only on that Tuesday morning. Other than that one foray into adulthood, I’ve pretty much lived like the messy manchild I am.

And I’m an asshole because when we stepped out of the shower this morning, there were no clean towels.

Or even dry ones. I didn’t see the problem.

I can air dry when necessary. Apparently that’s not so easy for girls?

Or maybe it’s just my wife? Anyway, what I do know is that I did the wrong damn thing. ”

Aven’s already shaking his head. “Hit me,” he says.

“I told her she looked good naked and then I kissed her on the forehead, threw on some questionably clean clothes, and left.”

Aven shrugs. “I’m not giving you an A or anything, but you’re still passing the marriage class.”

“There’s more,” I say, grimacing as I show him my phone.

Ollie: How’s your day?

Fallon: Good. I aced my Bio quiz.

Ollie: Nice. Are you home for lunch?

Fallon: Yep. Are you stopping by to feed me? (wink wink)

Ollie: Sadly, no. But can you do a load of wash? We’re out of towels.

Aven winces and slides my phone back. “That was a fucking dumb thing to say.”

I roll my eyes. “I know that. What I don’t know is how to fix it. She won’t text me back now. I’ve messaged her six times and all I got was this,” I say, turning the phone toward him.

On the screen is a picture of a hand-made card with the caption:

I’m so sorry your arms are broken. Get well soon!

My best friend laughs. “I like her. And she’s a hell of an artist.”

“Facts,” I say, agreeing. “But what’s my move?”

“I already told you what to say,” he tells me, gathering up his trash. “Be honest with her. Tell her that you said a dumb fucking thing. Apologize. Stop saying dumb shit. And then have sex with her.”

Taking a sip of my coffee, I lean back in my chair and think about Aven’s wisdom. “We should have a podcast.” He starts shaking his head immediately, but I’m not done. “No, hear me out. We’re charismatic and funny as fuck. And we’re both geniuses. The world needs our help.”

My buddy laughs as he stands and collects his things. “ Hell, no. There are too many men with microphones in this world.”

“Is that a bouquet of dildos?” Fallon asks, her head swiveling between me and the giant assortment of sex toys bundled together and tied in a shiny red bow and lying in the center of our bed.

“Yes, ” I reply, because I can’t very well lie. The woman has eyes, dammit. “ I was going to make you a bunch of paper flowers, but I didn’t have enough time. Plus, I have a very specific message to send and I didn’t think paper pansies could properly convey it.”

“ But rubber dicks can?”

“ Definitely, ” I say, without hesitation.

“Well then, ” she tells me, “ I can’t wait to hear this message.”

“ Right now? ” I ask, like a dumbass.

“ Unless you’re waiting for a dozen nipple clamps to top off the arrangement? ” she jokes, a hand on her hip.

“ Honestly, nipple clamps are hot. I doubt we’d need a dozen, unless you get a better deal that way. ”

Fallon swats me playfully. “ What’s with the dildos, Ollie? Are you planning to use them on me and ask me to wash them, too?”

I wince, even though she’s totally right to call me out.

“ Yeah, about that ,” I begin. “ I’m sorry, Fallon.

It was a stupid, thoughtless thing to say, and I really am sorry.

I’m a grown ass man who can do my own laundry.

And yours, too. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming.

If it’s something a grown ass adult would do to function independently, I can and will do it. ”

Fallon bites back a smile. “I’m so glad you’re committed to the basic tenets of adulthood. But back to the dildos…Is this some kind of reward system? Like, you empty the dishwasher and then we get to play? And are these to be used by you or me? ”

“ That’s a pretty hot reward system you’ve cooked up, but no. I can perform basic household tasks without incentives. And the dildos are for either of us. Both of us. Toy dicks for everyone.”

Fallon looks both intrigued and confused, so I decide to clarify.

“ I was a jerk. And I apologized. And you accepted my apology and my promise to do better.”

“ Right, ” she says, clearly waiting for me to keep going.

“ So now we have make up sex. Well, it doesn’t have to be now. It’s whenever you want. If you want. But now works for me .”

Christ. If Aven could see me now, he’d laugh his ass off. For that matter, so would my teammates. I’m usually way more charming than this, but Fallon strips down all my defenses. I’m completely undone by the woman in front of me, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Instead of being amused by my rambling or annoyed that I think a scenario where I was the asshole is still make-up-sex-worthy, Fallon walks over to our bed, sits down, and starts playing with the dicks.

Have I mentioned that she’s perfect for me?

“ What does this one do?” she asks, holding up a purple vibrating wand.

“ That one has about ten settings and you can add lube directly to it ,” I say, realizing I sound like a salesman.

“ I’ve had it for a while and the blue one that looks like a stack of anal beads.

But the other ones are new. I can’t wait to watch you play with this one, ” I say, indicating a rabbit-style vibrator.

When Fallon looks at me with a question in her eye, I answer it. “ You said that you wanted to try toys. I thought these could be fun, but I probably should have asked you what you wanted or brought you along with me. I ? — ”

“ No, these are amazing. The giant rainbow one is a little intimidating, but this is exactly where my mind was at when I mentioned toys. I’m just surprised you got all these today. ”

“ My lab ended early. And even though I’ve only ever used those two on myself, I wanted us to have our own stuff. I just meant to get two or three. I may have gotten carried away.”

Fallon reaches her hand out, and I walk straight for her. When she kisses me, I never want to leave this room, whether we use something I bought today or we just use our bodies, it doesn’t matter.

“ Just being with you is enough. Hell, it’s more than enough. But there’s so much to explore, so many ways to make each other feel good.”

“ Are you going to teach me ?” she asks.

I shake my head and press a kiss to her lips. “ We’ll learn together. ”

“ Can we start with this one? ” she asks, picking up the blue beaded dildo. There’s a spark in her eyes that is undeniably hot.