Page 24 of Two Guys One Puck (Gods Versus Monsters Hockey #2)

TWENTY-FOUR

SEABORN

I don’t look Wolfe in the eyes when I sit at their table with breakfast.

Archangel is moving eggs around his plate, reading something on his phone. He speaks without looking up. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I mutter, leery of the chipper reaction.

“Did you get any sleep?” Wolfe asks coyly.

“I did.” I’m still not convinced he’s being altruistic.

“You sure about that?” Wolfe’s whole body rumbles in a laugh.

I roll my eyes, more convinced. “I’m quite sure.”

“And you left me hanging, so I had no wingman last night!” Wolfe shoves waffles into his face between words.

“Archangel’s not good enough?” I ask.

Archangel rolls his eyes. “Maybe I’m done helping straight men get laid.” He’s annoyed, and I’m sure it’s at me, but Wolfe doesn’t deserve that.

Maybe he’s never liked playing wingman, although he hasn’t complained before. Wolfe is happy to return the favor. We’ve always helped each other get laid.

“Cold,” I mutter.

“Not like you need it,” Archangel quips back.

“This is not about him!” Wolfe throws down his fork. “Are you going to even be able to play after being out all night?”

“What do you think that means?” I ask because Wolfe isn’t some prude. He’s gotten around plenty. Puck bunnies love goalies.

“You obviously fucked all night. That’s what this is about.”

“You think just because I was out all night I didn’t sleep?” It’s a little comical.

“I’ve met some wild chicks who went for hours,” Wolfe says matter-of-factly.

“Well, that’s not my experience. Fuck, I’m too tired to function like that.

Even if my dick wants it sometimes, who can come that much?

” I shake my head because the most I’ve ever come is with Ktytor.

I’m usually one and done leaving right after with women.

I’d never had the urge to spend the night with anyone else, and I don’t really want to know what that says about me, so I push it down.

“Then you’re doing it wrong,” Wolfe says, starting on his massive plate of eggs. We’re four years into our friendship, and it still amazes me how much he needs to eat to maintain his size. It’s almost like a side-show, but I force myself to look away.

“How the fuck do you figure?” I ask, not really sure I want to know, but I’m in too deep, and it’s taken the focus off me.

“It’s called edging and denial.” Wolfe nods, all proud of himself.

Archangel squints at him. “I’m not about to kink shame you, but are you telling me you’re purposefully not coming?”

“It’s like you don’t even know me.” Wolfe huffs and gets up.

I grab his arm. “Woah, same question. Because now I need to know.”

“I’m getting more food. I need a Dr. Pepper to continue this conversation or it’s not going to end well.”

“At eight in the morning?” I grimace.

“It’s how I process my emotions. Do you want unprocessed Wolfe?” He pulls out of my grasp, and I’m not really sure what happened.

I turn to Archangel. “Is he okay?”

“He’s going through something.” Archangel shrugs. “I could say the same about you.”

“Can we drop it? It’s not like I’m going to see him until we play them for the last time.”

He gives me a look like I’ve got the intelligence of a cardboard box.

“What?” I ask, unable to connect the dots.

“They’re our travel partner this year.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” It’s too early to use my brain, and what he’s saying doesn’t ring a bell.

“Am I the only one who knows how college hockey functions? There is a way they set up our games. It’s not just put into a random generator. Like you know how we played The Monsters, and now we’re playing BU?”

“Yeah, so they just do two close schools, so we don’t have to get on a plane for our next game. Everyone knows that.”

“Every year, we are paired with another school, and we both travel to that place, each play one, then switch. That part isn’t random.”

I narrow my eyes, not sure I believe him. “You mean all this time we’ve been flip-flopping with another team, but it’s always the same team?”

“Yes, you dolt.”

“So The Monsters are going to be in the same city as us every game weekend?”

Archangel laughs. “Close. You know, some of the weekends, we have like a two-hour bus ride. But like when we’re in DC or Connecticut.”

The wheels in my head turn. “So, like, once a month, we’re in the same place?” I don’t want to admit the warmth flooding my chest is anything hopeful. I still haven’t even figured out what this is.

“Yes. So don’t tell me you’ve just gotten it out of your system because if you keep giving into temptation, this is going to fucking turn into something.”

“And? Is that so bad?” I didn’t really want to throw this in his face, but it feels like he’s being a little hypocritical. I drop my voice, looking around. “Is it so bad if I like a dude?”

Archangel gives me a hard look. “This has nothing to do with that.”

“Then what’s your deal?” I’ve slept with plenty of women and been out all night, and he never said a word.

“You know we’re going to face them in the playoffs again this year, and all three of us want to play professionally. If you can’t fucking shut him down because you’ve got a thing for him? Any fucking hesitation might fuck us.”

I scrub a hand over my face. “You should trust me more than that.”

Wolfe sits back down between us, ending the conversation, or at least the whispered portion of it and starts talking like he never left. “Now that I’ve had my morning DP?—”

I burst out laughing, and Archangel does, too.

“What?” Wolfe asks, clearly not getting it.

“Your DP!” Archangel puts his head on the table, shaking with laughter.

“Oh!” Wolfe grins and holds up his can. “What, my boys aren’t into DPing with me?”

I shake my head. “Bro, that might be too far.”

He shrugs. “More for me then.”

Archangel finally gets control of himself, and he steals Wolfe’s can and takes a sip. “I’ll DP with you.”

Wolfe blinks. “Well then.”

I glance between the two of them. Is there an awkward sexual tension, or is it just me?

“But to answer your question, the payoff of edging and denial is the best orgasm of your life. That’s why I like it. Maybe you should try it.” He picks up his tray and gets up again.

“Did we just get lectured about sex by our goalie?” I ask Archangel.

“I think we did, and it’s made me really uncomfortable. “