Page 13 of The Poster Boy (Love The Game #3)

Jay

“ Y ou know what your problem is, Brooksie?” Boone said as we headed to the showers. “You need to get laid.”

I didn’t even have a good rebuttal for his statement because there wasn’t one.

The fact was that I did need to get laid.

All I’d done lately was jerk off in the shower while thinking about Marek Myers’ ass and the stupid smile he had for everyone except me.

Myers never smiled at me. Not like I’d ever given him a reason to.

“Holy shit, not even going to tell me to fuck off? You must be hard up.” He tossed me a look of concern.

“Well, you might have a point.” I wasn’t about to admit to the whole Myers-in-the-spank-bank part, though. That little bit of embarrassment, I’d keep to myself.

“Hop on one of those apps of yours and find someone to take the edge off.” Boone waggled his eyebrows. “Or I could.”

“Dude, no.”

Boone knew about my sexuality. He was bisexual himself, though we’d never crossed that line together. We’d always had more of a brotherly vibe than a friends with benefits-type of relationship. That didn’t mean he didn’t love to joke around with me about it.

“Then go out and find someone to warm your bed, Brooksie. It might soften that heart of yours.”

With Boone’s encouragement, I went back to the hotel and changed into sweats and a t-shirt. We had a short trip to the next city tomorrow and a late start, so I could afford a few hours of extracurricular activities off the ice.

Stretched out in my hotel room, I opened the app and scrolled through a few potential profiles. One of which was also in the hotel. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened. I’d had a hell of a great time last year with a veterinarian who was at the same hotel for a convention.

With that in mind, I sent a message to the other profile. Boone hadn’t been wrong. I had an itch that needed to be scratched.

You top? I asked, cutting right to the chase. Hooking up could be risky for me because I wasn’t out, but I wasn’t about to involve lawyers and NDAs and shit like that. It was a secret, but it wasn’t shameful, and it was only a secret because it wasn’t anyone else’s business.

Among other things, came a reply a few seconds later.

You host?

Better if you do, tbh

rm 535, five minutes

ok

I didn’t want to give myself much time to rethink it.

If I waited long, I’d talk myself out of it like I’d done a dozen times before.

Hooking up was risky in a lot of ways, and I preferred to keep most of my risks to the ice.

Risks off the ice were a different thing entirely, and I was a master at second-guessing myself.

I kept Boone’s voice in my head telling me that I needed this.

I needed the release. Needed to unwind. Needed something, anything, to get Marek fucking Myers out of my head.

He’d been the bane of my existence since he joined the team.

I hoped whoever the hot-as-hell torso belonged to in the profile was nothing like Myers.

A quick glance in the bathroom mirror had me stripping my shirt off. Might as well show off the goods up front. Maybe we’d jump right to the fun part that way. My dick was half hard in my gray sweatpants, and it was all I could do to avoid touching myself.

I fished the supplies out of my bag and tossed them on the bed when the knock at my door finally came. I answered as quickly as I could before someone saw me let some strange man into my room.

I opened the door and had I not been so fucking shocked, I’d have slammed it shut, but my brain and my body had frozen at the sight of him, of all fucking people, knocking on my door.

Marek Myers blinked his own shocked expression away then strutted into my room like he owned the place. His hands were tucked in his pockets, and he had a baseball cap on. His blond hair curled out from underneath it.

“Are you for real right now?” I couldn’t move.

“Close the door, Jay.” Marek raked his gaze over my bare chest, and though it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, it felt different knowing he could take his time looking. Knowing that I’d bared myself for him. Well, not him. It wasn’t supposed to be him.

Against my better judgment, I closed the door. “What are you doing here, Myers?”

Instead of answering, he pulled out his phone, and I knew before he hit send that my nightmare had really come true. I’d matched with Marek fucking Myers on the app.

Ding

Humoring Myers, I grabbed my phone and read his message.

Is this some kind of a joke?

I looked up at him, noting the furrow in his brow, the tight way he held himself like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Well, if it’s a joke, it’s the universe playing a trick on us.”

Myers considered that for a moment. “Are you even gay? Or bi?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, reminding me that I was half naked. And yet still half hard. Annoyed. Aggravated. Aroused. Fuck my life.

“I’m not out, if that’s what you’re wanting to know.”

Myers rolled his eyes. “Obviously. I just meant, like, you weren’t fucking with me? You were really looking to hook up?”

Letting out a huge sigh, I leaned against the door. “I’m gay. I’m not out and trying to find people to hook up with who won’t turn me into the next… you… can be tricky. No offense.”

Myers scoffed. “None taken. I didn’t exactly plan to be out either.”

He looked sad and vulnerable in that moment, and I hated that it softened my opinion of him, if only slightly.

“No, I guess you didn’t.”

Myers cut his gaze over to the bed where a row of condoms and a bottle of lube lay. He looked back at me, and before I could protest, he pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he took a step toward me.

“Well, I’m here. You’re here. The supplies are here. Do the math, Brookbank.”

Something smoldered in Marek’s gaze. Something that tugged at my core, tempting me toward him. I kept my feet planted in place before I did something stupid like cross the room and devour him. “That’s a terrible idea.”

“It’s a great idea,” Marek countered.

He’d closed in on me somehow, and I was stuck between him and the door with nowhere to go. But now I was stuck in place because I didn’t want to run, not because I couldn’t.

Up close, Myers smelled fucking amazing. Like soap with a hint of spice, a bit leathery too.

“I don’t even like you.”

Myers only grinned. He fucking smiled at me, wide and bright and completely unbothered. “Good, because you’re not exactly a prize yourself. But we’re both here, we’re both…”

“Don’t say it.”

“Queer.” Myers gleefully ignored my protest.

He stepped closer, invading my space in a way that I shouldn’t allow. Or like. He was so close I could feel the heat radiate off his body. So close it would be nothing to erase the distance and kiss him. Fuck him for having a pretty mouth.

“Listen, Myers.” I didn’t know what to say, I just knew I had to get him out of here before I did something regrettable.

“You hate me. I know. You’re not the first. You won’t even be the last. And if you want to keep hating me, that’s fine.

But it’s been months since I even thought about hooking up with anyone.

Not since that shit show with Clark and the firestorm that happened after.

We don’t have a lot of options, Brookbank.

You know it, and I know it. There’s a million people out there who want their fifteen minutes, and if fucking a hockey player will get them there, they’ll sell us down the river for a nickel. ”

Seeing Marek without his ray of sunshine persona disoriented me just enough that it made me curious about how he’d fuck. And that curiosity got me in a world of trouble when he stepped even closer and ground his cock against mine.

Of course he was packing. Jesus. A groan tore out of me before I could stop it.

“How long has it been?”

Fucking hell. Myers had a voice that was pure sex.

Or maybe my brain had fried, and I was that fucking desperate, because he rocked against me a little more, trapping me against the door.

He put his hands on either side of me and leaned in so close that the slightest movement forward would press our lips together.

My cock throbbed. All common sense left my brain. I still didn’t answer his question, though.

“Why do you want this, knowing I don’t like you?”

“Lots of people don’t like me. But I know, though you might hate me, my privacy is your privacy.”

“Mutually assured destruction.”

“Close enough.” Myers licked his lips.

“I should say no. I should throw you out and go to sleep.”

Myers took the initiative, because I would never, and he moved in. Instead of going for my mouth, though, he tilted his head and went for my neck. Shivers tore up my body when he gripped my hips and rocked against me, grinding his cock into mine.

His hands were hot on my skin. Strong. Everything about him was solid. It had been years since I fucked around with another player. It was easy to forget how it felt to be with someone who was your physical match. Who could give as good as they got.

Myers had my blood pumping away from my brain and pooling in my core.

My cock throbbed, achingly hard now, leaking in my sweatpants.

Grabbing Myers by the waist, I spun us around and switched positions.

He hit the door a little harder than I’d intended, but he bit off any complaint when I dropped to my knees.

“Jesus,” he breathed when I pulled his sweats down, revealing his, honestly, unfairly gorgeous cock. Long and thick, cut, with a pretty pink head and thick veins travelling from root to tip.

He sank his hands into my hair and held on as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, gathering up the slightly tangy precum that leaked from his slit.

This was a horrible idea. A terrible, horrible, awful idea. And I was going to do it anyway. Maybe I’d taken too many hits or too many punches, and it had knocked the sense out of me, but either way, it didn’t matter. I’d made my choice the moment I dropped to my knees.

Hell, I made the choice the minute I closed the door with him on this side of it. Whatever the fallout, this was going to happen, and there was no going back now.