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Seven

LOTTO

I took a sip of my whiskey and carefully set down my glass.

If not, I would have thrown it against the wall.

I’d assumed Troy Godwin would be the biggest hurdle Smiley’s ever faced.

Turned out Lucien Fritz decided to erect another one right before we crossed the finish line.

Frankie slammed his beer down on the bar top. He’d been frowning so hard ever since we walked out of One, Two, Hook. Lucien’s contract was… fine. And that was the worst part. He knew he had us right where he wanted us. Offering us a lucrative contract for success. Full coverage for tickets, hotels, gear. Incentives for popular social media posts. All we had to do was win.

We’d be insane to pass it up.

But it wasn’t like we had any other options.

The few texts I got from contacts congratulating us on “being picked for the Circuit” before we even signed the contract was enough proof of that.

So was the “maybe next year” text I got from our second possible lead.

With one simple text, Lucien Fritz had chained us to his company whether we liked it or not.

“ Only 24 teams can make it in the Circuit and there’s already over two hundred applications ,” Frankie mocked. Lucien had said the same not an hour ago as he pushed the contract our way. “He can take that contract and shove it up his ass.”

“If you can get his head out of there first.”

“Doubt it. He probably gets high off the smell of his own farts.”

“Then you’d think he would know how bad his shit smells.”

Frankie snorted, the ghost of a smile gracing his lips. Finally. It was the first I’d seen all day.

“Why do we always get chained to assholes?” He took another swig of his drink.

“Frankie, you know I love you, but I’m going to need you to look in the mirror on that one.” His annoyed grimace made me smirk. “You know I’m right.”

“At least my reasons are good.”

“Really?”

“Better than some money hungry dicks waving their cash around and thinking they can buy everyone and anyone.”

I nodded a few times. “True.”

“God, it just pisses me off that our one shot at the Circuit comes at the hand of some douche who can’t even look Ari in the eye.”

“Why do you think I added that clause?” I smirked and lifted my drink. We refused to sign the papers until Lucien added a section on equality and fairness for all members involved in the contract, not just the co-chair and witness.

“Thanks for that, by the way.” Frankie finished his drink and pushed aside the glass. “I already feel bad enough signing it without Ari in the first place.”

“Don’t feel too bad. She gave you the okay. And me.” I clicked to our text thread and flashed Frankie my phone. “Where she said, and I quote, ‘Can you add a subparagraph where I get to kick his balls every time he breaks that promise?’”

Frankie read the text and snorted. “It would probably be the most action his balls have seen in a long time.”

“If ever. You want another?”

Frankie nodded and lifted his hand for a second beer. I took another sip of my whiskey as we waited, and we shared a weak “cheers” when the bartender handed Frankie his drink.

“I’m lucky you were there,” Frankie said after another two gulps.

I lifted a brow. “All right, who are you, and where did Freakshow go?”

“Am I not allowed to be sentimental or something?”

“Not really.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s better.”

Frankie shook his head and turned in his bar stool toward me. “I’m serious. I was about to leap over the desk and throttle him the second he called us a second-rate gym.”

“Trust me, I was, too.” Even remembering the smugness in Lucien’s tone when he said that pissed me off. “But the way I see it, Lucien Fritz is a nepo baby with daddy’s cash at his disposal and a whole lot to prove. Our contract is only for the three-month period the Circuit runs, and an extra few weeks if we make the finals in Vegas.”

“You mean when we do.”

“The Circuit isn’t just Seattle, Frankie. It’s all of Oregon, Washington, and California. There’s plenty of other teams better and more ready than us.”

“All we have to do is make the top four. That’s enough to get us to the semis. If we make top two, we’re going to Vegas for the final match.”

“Hard to do if Firebrand and Meteor are linking up.”

“And Ka-yo, too.” Frankie ran a hand down his face. He looked more tired than I’d ever seen him. “At least Smite’s out.”

“Doesn’t feel like a very good consolation prize.”

Frankie snorted. “It’s not, but listen, even if we don’t make Vegas, being top four means we have leverage.”

“At least enough to find a new sponsor next year and tell Lucien to fuck off,” I agreed.

That was the plan anyway. But top four in the whole region would be a stretch. We had River and Bones, sure, but plenty of other teams had a River or a Bones, like Base One Gym.

Raw power alone wouldn’t be enough to get us to the top.

“I’m sick of talking about that asshole.” Frankie pushed up the sleeves of his zip-up jacket and leaned against the counter. “We’re stuck with him for the next few months already. What’s done is done. Hurry up and finish your drink so I can kick your ass at pool.”

“That’s what you said the last three times we’ve played.” I grinned at him from over the rim of my glass. “And I won the last two.”

“Wanna bet on it?”

“Sure. What are you thinking?”

“Winner gets whatever they want for the rest of the day.”

I swallowed. I knew exactly what Frankie wanted. A hothead like him? If he won, I’d be lucky to walk straight tomorrow. I nodded anyway. It was a good excuse to blow off some steam with more than shitty whiskey.

Frankie racked us up, and I broke. We traded ball after ball until I fucked up and sank the eight ball. Rookie mistake but it was hard to concentrate when Frankie kept pressing up against me every time I leaned over. The feel of his cock on my ass was definitely a good distraction. As was the lingering kiss he gave me before he grunted his orders.

“Behind the bar in five. Pants off, hands on the wall.”

I nodded and left the bar. My body was practically vibrating as I rounded the corner and settled behind the building. It was so open. If any of the workers came out the back door, they’d see me half-naked, bent over against the brick, waiting for Frankie to come and mark me up.

God, the thought of that made me so fucking hard.

I heard Frankie’s footsteps first. Then the clink of his belt and his low chuckle.

“You look fucking pathetic.”

The ringing slap of his hand on my ass swallowed my annoyed grunt, and my hips jerked at the sudden sting. He dragged my ass back out by my hips and slapped the other cheek.

“Keep your hips out for me. I’ve had a rough week.”

He didn’t need to finish to state his intentions clearly. My ass was about to become his punching bag, which sent a wicked thrill rolling down my spine. I dug my fingers into the brick wall and bent myself in half, my ass out on full display.

Frankie slapped my ass again again and again until my skin was throbbing with painful pleasure. Every slap had me trembling and my cock twitching. My cock was so hard it was nearly painful. Small beads of cum dribbled out of my slit and stained my abs whenever Frankie’s strength jerked me forward.

I lost count of how many times he slapped my ass. I only focused again when something sharp smacked against my skin. When I glanced up, Frankie dangled the end of his leather belt in front of my face.

“How many do you think you can take, Lotto?”

I choked on my answer when he smacked my ass again with his belt. I didn’t know, but I was more than willing to find out.

Frankie took his anger out on my ass, switching between his belt and his hand. With each of my gasps, he massaged my throbbing and battered skin. I barely had time to catch my breath when his fingers threaded into my hair. He pulled me away from the wall so hard, I fell to my knees and hissed at the pain.

His hard cock bobbed against my cheek.

“You better suck it good, Lotto, ’cause it’s the only prep you’re going to get.”

I opened my mouth obediently and took his full length in one go. I held onto his hips as I worked his cock, running my tongue over his entire length. His dripping come was salty on my tongue; I moaned and thrust his hips into my mouth so he was practically fucking my throat. I moaned every time the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat. Frankie tugged my hair and forced me to take every buck of his hips. The roughness was electric, and my cock felt like it was about to explode.

Frankie ripped his cock from my mouth and ordered me back on the wall. I bent over for him again, and he spread my bruised ass cheeks then pushed into me in a few choppy thrusts. The sting was so fucking good. Frankie’s commanding hand on the back of my neck to force me even lower was even better.

He fucked me without mercy. Every drag of his cock had my body throbbing. His fingers dug into my skin enough to bruise as he used me like his sex doll. God, this was what we both needed. Getting fucked so hard my brain went white. When his cock struck something deep inside me, I cried out and clung harder to the wall. My dick sputtered with cum and dripped down onto the concrete. I didn’t think I’d ever come without being touched before but Frankie kept battering my sweet spot and sending my body into overdrive.

Though I just came, my length was still rock hard. I ground back against Frankie’s cock with each wild thrust. He slapped my ass again, squeezing and kneading until I was crying out in pleasure.

“Come before me or you don’t get to come at all,” he growled. His pace grew even more frantic and had me trembling. “Let’s see how fucking pathetic you can get.”

I wrapped my hand around my cock and began fucking my fist as fast as I could. Maybe I was pathetic but I was also extremely fucking pent up. I needed to come. Again. My entire body buzzed as Frankie ruined me. The mix of pleasure and pain had me on edge. I groaned with every jerk of my cock; I practically humped my own hand, desperate for release.

Frankie grunted and swore under his breath. His release filled me up, warm and sticky. The feeling of his cock sputtering deep inside me sent me over the edge. I came all over my hand with a choked groan, fucking myself through it until my cock was raw and sensitive. I cracked open one of my eyes. Fuck, we made such a mess. My cum covered the bottom bricks of the building, and Frankie’s release dribbled from my sore ass when he pulled out.

Contrary to his earlier fucking, Frankie was awkwardly gentle when he helped me stand. I was grateful because my entire body was sore, my ass even worse. But then he pushed me against the wall and kissed me, hand on my throat reminding me of what he was capable of. Of what he’d just done. My dick pulsed when he squeezed my throat and dragged his teeth over my bottom lip.

“Thanks for my prize.” His smirk lit the wick of my burning body again. “Hopefully there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“And hopefully there’s also some lotion in your car,” I cracked. It was going to hurt to sit for days. “I might not be able to walk today.”

Frankie nodded. “In the glove box.” He pressed another heated kiss to my lips, dragging his tongue over mine. I had already finished twice but was so fucking disappointed when he pulled away. “You should do it now.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

He ground his hips into mine, our cocks brushing. He swallowed my grunt with a lingering kiss that took my breath away.

“Because.” His eyes burned as he stared me down. “We have all night ahead of us, Lotto. I’m going to fuck you so hard and make sure you can’t walk for a week.”

I shuddered and bucked my hips into his, my cock throbbing.

Maybe I needed to lose at pool more often.