Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“You did so well,” he whispered softly, giving me a glance that was something between praise and simple acknowledgment, like I was a student who’d just passed a test.
He rearranged the bulge in his shorts. He shoved aside the heavy boxes by the maintenance room door, and in one quick motion, grabbed the handle and yanked it open.
He gave me a little push out into the hallway with a hand at the small of my back.
“Jesse, what the fuck?” I protested, but it was too late. I was out in the hall and in a moment, Jesse was there after me. I glanced over, seeing that the two men, somehow, by a mad streak of luck, had their heads down to look at one of their cell phones.
The two men turned to see us the moment we were out, though.
“Oh. Sanocki. You’re still here?” one of them said.
“Hey, Marv,” Jesse said, giving them a casual wave. “You catch that bloodbath from Nashville?”
I stood behind Jesse as he seamlessly morphed into shooting the shit with the guy who worked at the rink. It was clear he was a TNU hockey fan, and Jesse expertly distracted him, talking about the game.
They must have known we were in the supply room. I couldn’t imagine they didn’t know we were in there, doing something, but despite some confused looks from the second guy, it didn’t seem like they were going to ask about it.
That was the privilege of being with a well-known player, I guess.
My cock was still in the process of deflating and here Jesse was, turning on the hockey-star charm and covering for both of our asses.
Jesse waved at them a moment later and started off down the hall toward the two big glass doors that led out to the parking lot.
I followed behind, and out in the lot, he turned and looked at me with a satisfied grin.
It was magic.
He’d gotten us out of there, unscathed. He was so good. Too good.
And I was starting to think Jesse Sanocki was capable of anything.
10
JESSE
One more. Just one more.
I dipped to grip the barbell, getting into a deadlift position. I hoisted it up, feeling the burn in the backs of my thighs, my arms, and my ass.
“Beast mode,” Andrew said from beside me, clapping. “I didn’t think you could do another, man.”
“That’s Jesse for you,” Robbie said. “Fuck yes.”
I pulled in a sharp breath and let it out as I set the barbell back down onto the ground, breathing heavily.
Earlier, I’d been on the treadmill doing my warm-up run next to Robbie when Andrew had spotted me in the gym. He’d come over and taken the machine next to mine, and since then, the three of us had been chatting about football, hockey, and TNU as we worked out together. Andrew joined me and Robbie for squats and deadlifts after, and we’d been taking turns spotting each other for the last twenty minutes.
“My glutes are going to be pure hell tomorrow,” I said.
“Worth it,” Andrew said.
Robbie laughed. “My core’s going to be fucked after the planks we did.”
“I feel like that’s been my entire summer so far,” Andrew added. “I’ve worked out harder this summer than any in my life.”
“TNU athletics don’t fuck around, that’s for sure,” Robbie told him.
Andrew stretched his quads, nodding. “Max jokes about me being a star wide receiver, but next season, I really do want to make that happen.”
“The football team doesn’t know what’s going to hit ‘em.”
My thighs were still completely on fire. I grabbed my water bottle, popped the top open and took a long swig, encouraging Andrew on his last set of deadlifts.
I’d been working out more than usual, too. In the last few days since I’d lost the game against Nashville, I’d thrown myself right back into workouts and studying, like I was on repeat from the week before it. The library was my second home, and the gym was my third.
A sandy-blond guy walked past us in the gym and I did a double take. For a split second I was sure it was Mason, but when he turned, I saw that it was just some other guy who wasn’t nearly as hot, anyway.
Not like the cowboy’s going to be in a TNU campus gym.
“Good work,” I told Andrew, idly watching his deadlift reps. “Don’t forget to breathe. You can do five more, yeah?”
He heaved a sigh. “I can do five more. Just going to take a quick break first.”
“Smart.”
For a minute he grabbed his water bottle and I reached for my phone.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Mason for the past three days, everywhere I looked. The blow job was one thing—hotter than fucking hell. But I also passed by some Hostess cupcakes in the convenience store yesterday and couldn’t stop smiling.
Mason hadn’t texted me since that night, and I knew it was because he was trying to be a good boy about it.