Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“It’s Oskar’s sex in this city tour,” he says. “It’s going to be a ton of fun, and the best part is, we get to take it every time we travel. Okay, so right there was the time when …”
If I’d thought getting away for a few days would quell my urge for murder, I was wrong.
When we finally arrive, we barely have enough time to drop off our bags before we leave again. Our hotel is close to where Ezra Palaszczuk lives, and on the walk there, finally, Oskar is silent.
Which would be a good thing if it wasn’t for the way his lips keep twitching like he wants to smile. The whole change in attitude is putting me on high alert.
The doorman doesn’t question us as we walk in and take the elevator to Ezra’s floor.
“How often do you come here?” I ask.
“We try to make our orgies a twice-yearly thing, at least.”
I don’t respond because I don’t need to call him out on the lie when the next five minutes will do it for me.
Only when Oskar raps his knuckles on the door, and it’s thrown open to reveal Palaszczuk himself, I’m suddenly scared I’ve gotten this completely wrong.
Ezra locks eyes with Oskar, running a hand down his shirtless chest. “Thank fuck. I’ve been ready for you all morning.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and my gaze flies to Oskar’s face, where I find him eyeing Ezra hungrily.
Oskar steps forward and grabs a handful of Ezra’s ass, hauling him close. When he replies, his voice is even deeper than usual. “I’ll make it up to you, baby.” He bites his ear. “I know what you like.”
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
FOUR
OSKAR
I try to hold back my laugh as Ezra looks over my shoulder at Lane and says, “Did you convince him to join us yet?”
A strained noise comes from behind me, and I can’t help it. The laugh bursts from me.
Ezra steps away from me. “Well, that lasted all of two minutes.”
“That’s what Anton said. Oh, snap.”
Ezra slaps the back of my head. I think it’s supposed to be playful, but he might have overshot it.
“Ouch.” I rub the tender spot.
“Come on in.”
I walk past him, and as Lane goes to enter, Ezra says, “Hi, Lane. I’ve been told so much about you.”
“Mm, I bet. That show just for me, then, was it?”
“Yep. If Anton knew Oskar’s hands were on my ass, he’d fly home from All-Stars and cut them off, and then San Jose would lose their best defenseman.”
I turn to Ezra, put my fingers in a love heart against my chest, and mouth, “I love you too.”
“There are more players on the team than Oskar,” Lane says.
“None that show up to play like him,” Ezra points out, and I love him even more.
We make our way inside Ezra’s apartment, where I find Ollie Strömberg and Caleb Sorensen already with drinks in hand and talking between themselves.
When they see me, they stand and give me a hug, and the second Ezra and Lane are close, I say, “Sorry, we can’t have those orgies anymore. I have a boyfriend now.”
Both Ollie and Caleb look at me like I’ve grown two heads, but then Lane has to open his big mouth.
“You pronounced babysitter wrong again.”
“Is that why Ezra took off his shirt to answer the door?” Ollie asks. “To mess with your …” He glances at Lane and decides to take his side. The traitor. “Babysitter?”
I throw up my hands. “It’s not my fault that CCTV caught me having sex.”
“Actually, it’s exactly your fault,” Lane points out.
“What’s that, boo? I can’t hear you.”
Ollie offers his hand to Lane. “I do not envy you.”
Caleb agrees. “We thought we gave our PR reps nightmares back when we were the only ones out.”
Lane smiles politely. “If only you’d known back then what can of worms you were opening.”
“Hey, I’m not doing anything straight guys aren’t doing,” I protest.
“Except for, you know, having sex with women,” Ezra says.
“And no one in the league has been caught having sex with two women in an alley,” Lane adds.
“Is everyone against me in this place? When is Tripp going to be here? He’ll have my back.”
And I’m excited to see him too. He’s probably the guy I’m closest to in the league, and since this past summer, where he was the one involved in scandals with his best friend turned husband, Dex, I haven’t seen much of him.
Which is mainly my fault. I was trying to protect him from Dex breaking his heart, but just like when it comes to my own love life, I was way off base. Dex was in love with Tripp as much as Tripp was in love with him.
Turns out I have trouble seeing the best in people. Go figure.