Page 27 of These Wicked Games (Wicked Sins #1)

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Andre

“ W hat an incredible game!” Coach shouts proudly.

We kicked ass. We won five to one against the Manitoba Ravens.

I’m not sure that what happened out there actually happened, but it’s like the hockey stars aligned.

Oli and I were suspended for two games. Two games our team won while we were gone.

I’m so happy for the team, but yeah, it definitely showed where the problems lie.

I blocked only twenty shots from entering the goal tonight.

My teammates did their part and kept the opposition off my doorstep.

It was awesome.

What’s not awesome is the silent treatment I’m receiving from a certain surly dickhead after I literally almost choked to death on his cock last week.

Ah, what a way to go .

Oli didn’t come back to the room that night, and I have no idea where he went.

When I saw him at practice early the next day he made it a point to avoid me.

We’re still rooming together, but he hasn’t stayed with me once.

He’s probably sharing a bed with either Grey or Atlas if I have to guess.

“Incredible game,” our assistant coach says.

“Oli and Andre.” I look up then, and my gaze flicks to him briefly.

“Whatever you two are doing, keep up the great teamwork.”

I nearly choke on air. Coughing, I try to settle myself. “You better not be getting sick,” Coach says. “You sound like shit this week. Go back to your room and get some rest.”

“Yes, Coach.” My voice comes out with a rasp, not because I’m getting sick, but because I had the most gorgeous dick bruising the back of my throat nearly a week ago. It still hurts a bit when I swallow.

I look at Oli again, and his jaw is clenched.

Eyes hard. Coach leaves us to change, and I don’t want to go out for drinks, but maybe a distraction would be good.

Putting Oli and me aside, these are my new teammates, and chemistry always creates a great flow on the ice. I need to get to know them all better.

“First round’s on me tonight, fellas,” Colton cheers, getting dressed.

He got a hat-trick tonight, and Atlas scored one with Grey’s assist. Ryker got a goal, along with a black eye fighting one of their D-men.

“And you.” He sits next to me, pulling me in for a shaking hug.

“You get as many drinks as you want tonight. You were fucking incredible out there.”

“Thanks,” I croak.

Fuck, my throat. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did the morning after, though, so that’s something. “Seriously, if you think you’re getting sick, we need to get on top of this. We just got you back, we can’t afford to lose you.”

“Gee, thanks,” Landon deadpans. “You know we won those games I played, asshole.”

“Uh.” I almost laugh. “No. I’m fine.”

“Well, take care of yourself. After that performance tonight we need you in top shape.” I laugh at him, just wanting to be alone. We’re going out, though, and it’s good for me even if I want to do anything but.

Well, what I want to do right now is very far off the table if the scathing look Oli’s giving me is any indicator. Which is a shame, because damn do I want it again.

Taking a shot, Ryker whoops and dives for the next glass between some girl’s breasts.

Everyone shouts as he takes another shot, and she claps her hands, giggling.

A group of women have joined our celebration, and I’m sure Ryker is trying to figure out how many he can fit in his bed tonight.

Our crowd has thinned some, but the energy around us is charged.

While I didn’t really want to go out, I’m glad I’m here.

Being a good player is much easier when you click with your team, and they’ve all been pretty welcoming. Well . . . most of them.

I try to find Oli in the bar. He’s still sitting with Atlas and Grey. Two women are flanked on either side of Atlas, one practically in his lap. He’s eating up the attention while Grey and Oli look like they want to be literally anywhere else.

I look away when our eyes lock. Fuck, I have to stop doing that.

I can’t help it, though. Every time I see him I’m taken back to the other day.

The way he used me. It’s exactly what I’ve been craving.

I’m not sure where Oli stands on the queer spectrum, but it sure as fuck isn’t straight.

I’ve known him for over a decade now and I’ve never gotten that vibe from him before.

My eyes slide to Grey and I almost laugh to myself.

Okay yeah, that’s none of my buisness. I’ll leave that alone for now.

My eyes slide back to Oli, flinching as he looks right at me.

He gives me the finger then takes a shot.

I watch the way his throat works, and wonder if he’d choke on my cock the way I did on his.

Does he like it rough, like I do, or does Oli need a gentle touch when he receives?

I think back to that woman Oli fucked at The Charm Box.

Damn, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from them.

The guy I hooked up with knew what he was doing, but it was the sight of them .

. . It was watching the way she squirmed as he ate her cunt that made me come.

I am a gay man through and through, but damn, that was fucking hot.

It seemed like he’d been holding back, though. The way she blew him and the way he throat-fucked me are two sides of the same sinful coin.

In my mind he prefers me.

“Hey there.” I look behind me, and a man about my age smirks at me.

He’s hot, not nearly as muscular as me, but it looks like he runs or swims. His olive skintone looks smooth and soft under the tank top he’s wearing, and his black hair is messily styled.

His brown eyes sparkle with mischief. “Can I buy you a drink?” I look around at the table.

It’s not that I care who knows I’m gay, but I don’t feel the need to tell anyone.

I’ve kept it a secret from my father, and I promised Jessica if I came out I’d tell her beforehand. Still . . .

What’s one drink?

Ignoring the looks from Ryker and the women with him, I smile at the guy. He’s handsome, I’ll give him that. If a certain dickhead hadn’t destroyed me a week ago, I’d be more into this. “Two shots of tequila please.” I look at the guy next to me. “On me.”

“Mm.” He smiles, leaning in close to my ear.

I shiver as his breath tickles my neck. Maybe this is what I need to get my mind right.

Oli is determined to ignore me. It was a one time thing.

This hatred between us has bottlenecked for years; we’d just needed to release the pressure.

“Maybe later you can be on me—hey!” He gets shoved aside as Oli steps between us.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He flags the bartender down.

“Bulga. Three shots.” Our bartender looks between him and me before grabbing the expensive vodka and pouring him three shots.

Who’s going to deny this man a thing? This close I can smell his aftershave.

It’s spicy with a hint of musk that is doing ungodly things to my brain.

Oli turns to the guy, who’s still glaring a hole in the side of Oli’s face. Unbothered, Oli glares back.

There’s this awkward moment where they’re just sizing each other up, and no offense to this guy, but there’s no way he’s winning.

Finally his glare deflates, and his nervous eyes try to find some help in mine.

I’ve had enough. “Can you stop being a fucking caveman?” He hasn’t talked to me at all since last week. He has some fucking nerve .

Oli peels his gaze away from the man to look at me. “He’s not interested,” he says to the guy. The man just rolls his eyes, holding his shot and taking it.

“Thanks for the drink.” He walks away, and yeah, okay, I look back, watching his ass as he storms off.

“You’re a dick.” I take my drink, bringing it to my lips and trying to ignore my heart hammering in my chest. The heat from having him this close is soaking into my skin.

I want him to take me back to our hotel.

I want a repeat. I want to keep playing whatever dangerous game this seems to be.

I want Oli unleashed, uncensored, unrestrained.

“That what you’re into? Pretty? Delicate?” I hate him and the truth that springs to my lips.

“No.” I know what I really want, and I know who can give it to me.

Years ago, these thoughts were so far off the table I never thought they were possible. I feel like I’m living a dream eighteen-year-old me played on a loop. Back when we were friends. Back when he didn’t hate me.

What Oli doesn’t know is that this feeling isn’t new for me.

I feel it now, just like I felt it when we were friends nearly a decade ago.

We were close. I’ve always felt this pull to him.

I was devastated after that drug test, and no matter how much he believes I did it, I would never do that to him.

Oli needed that contract more than anything, and I’d never come between him and his dreams. There’s nothing I can do to convince him, though.

I tried to ask my father about it, and I asked the doctor.

Everyone insisted that they were tested immediately.

The thing is, maybe Oli was using. I know he was stressed about his mother, and maybe he slipped.

I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that I had nothing to do with it, and I hate that he believes I did.

It kills me, because Oli was everything to me.

When I was with him, all the shit I dealt with from my father felt manageable.

He made everything easier. But I’m not here for him.

I’m here because they were the only team looking and I desperately needed to get out of there.

I’d be lying if I didn’t hope we could be friends again, though. I miss him deeply.

I always have.

He takes another shot and it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him that. To plead again for the millionth time. It’s no use, though. Oli hates me, and a blow job will not change that.

“Hey, we’re going.” Grey comes up to the bar, squeezing Oli’s shoulder. “Slow down.”

“Come on. I found a dive about ten minutes from here,” Atlas says, looking between us. I feel like our teammates are waiting for us to explode in a hurricane of flying fists again. I won’t. I’m too tired, and don’t want to fight anymore.

What I want from Oli is less violent, but no less lethal.

“Alright,” Oli finally says. My fingers itch to grab his shirtsleeve and beg him to listen to me. I let it go, my hand dropping to my side as I watch Oli take one last shot and slide off the bar. I almost want to look for that man, but what’s even the point?

My thoughts belong to Oli.