Page 20 of Vibes

When he shifts into a man I all but kick him in the shoulders and squirm off the bed. I could feel the instant his tongue replaced the toy, and it made me way too wet, way too fast. Something tells me he could sense the difference when my body responded eagerly versus me forcing myself to enjoy it, and I don’t want to get into that with him.

I throw a blanket in his direction as I pull a thicker robe around myself. The long t-shirt I’m wearing covered everything once I jumped up, but I want layers between us. We actually need to talk today instead of freaking out. “Lachlan.”

He’s breathing heavy, eyes dilated, and I notice his blond hair is messy in that sexy sort of way. I also get an eyeful of his ass this time, which is tight and taut with the way he flexes, leading down to firm thighs and calves…

“It’s not fair that you can eye fuck me but I can’t even see you,” he pouts, and I snap my gaze to his face again. Surprisingly, he doesn’t look mad, maybe just put out.

Looking at him like that is a mistake. I want to find the fastest route to a solution, not make this more awkward.

Clearing my throat, I try to lift my chin and look serious even as he wraps my penguin-print blanket around his hips and stands, his cock tenting the front. “We need to get this fixed and get you out of my apartment.”

He glares at me, but there’s nothing mean behind that look. If anything, he seems frustrated again. “Yeah, no shit. I’ve been trying that since yesterday. Your visit with Cora didn’t help us any.”

Chewing the inside of my cheek, I nod. “I know. But we’re going to push through.”

“Oh goodie,” he groans, crossing his arms. My eyes drop to his hips again because that blanket is not secure. “Do you have a plan for that?”

“I’m working on one,” I say carefully, forcing myself to not keep studying his physique. He is an athlete, and he’s been naked too many times in my apartment for the lack of sex we’re having. I need him to wear something that doesn’t show off his assets quite so well. “But first, you’ve got to take a shower.”

“Do I smell?” he asks, the annoyance disappearing as he peers down at himself. The blond knot at the back of his head surprisingly doesn’t appear tangled, and despite knowing he’s been used I haven’t noticed an odor or anything.

“I just need you to before I can do anything else,” I admit. “You’ve been a vibrator for how long? A shower is a good idea, Lachlan.”

He seems to ponder it for a beat, cocking his head as we stare at each other. “Do I get to use your soap?”

Get to? “That’s the only option.”

He shrugs then, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe when I smell more like you it’ll make you more accepting of an apology. That’s the best way to get me out of here, wallflower. But sure, I’ll clean up first.”

I scoff as he pivots and heads for the small en suite bathroom, slamming the door closed between us. Every minute he’s here makes me more nervous, especially now that I know how to break this curse. Leaving the bedroom I go far, far away from Lachlan’s wet, naked body and plant myself firmly on the couch. Along the way I snatch up my notes from my classes last week and my pens, hoping to maybe get some work done. Unfortunately, the moment I plant myself on the couch, my mind is wandering again, even when I pull out my favorite pen and try to do some work.

The solution to our problem is so stupid and so simple at the same time. An apology? Cora definitely made this to fuck with Flynn, but I still don’t know where he is.

Chewing on the tip of my pen, I start scribbling things out. Lachlan needs to apologize, but it occurs to me I can’t really think about what. Hell, I took his hoodie Friday night and it’s still in my coat closet. I planned to leave it on his chair in class one day, but now that he’s trapped here with me…

How screwed can the hockey team be with their players missing? I know Flynn is the captain, but that’s about it.

Blinking, I realize I don’t know what they do. What positions are missing. Is that a big deal?

If I ask Lachlan that I bet he’ll pop a blood vessel.

Glancing back towards my room, I doubt he’s going to race out. Five or so days as a sex toy? Soap and water probably feel amazing.

Leaning forward I snatch my laptop off the table and start searching before I can second guess myself. Hockey player positions.

~~~

It only takes a few minutes of innocent Googling to figure out how fucked the Denver Lords are with five key players missing. There are some reserves since they did play the game Monday night, and as we approach the earliest parts of Wednesday morning I find myself with three pages of scribbled notes.

When Lachlan came out of the bathroom, I could barely contain my sudden eagerness. I love researching and figuring things out, and since this is a topic I’ve never invested much interest in until now, I have questions. I’m suddenly significantly more interested in hockey as I realize the team is teetering into total chaos with key players missing.

“You could’ve just asked,” Lachlan says eventually, drawing me from my thoughts. He’s right there, and I could question him, but I’m trying to get all my thoughts in order before I try.

Cora successfully weakened the team during a crucial time, and all she wanted was revenge on the captain. She has no idea how badly she’s fucked them over. I know for a fact she’s about as inept when it comes to hockey as I am.

Peering over the top of my glasses at Lachlan, the words just start spilling out. “You’re one of the wings?”

His lip twitches, and I think he’s fighting a smirk. The shower seems to have somewhat helped the boner he had earlier, but I’m still minding my distance on one end of the couch. “I play left wing. Jaxen’s right. Flynn’s center, and Ronaldo’s the goalie. The twins are the defensemen. We have some reserve players, but no one as good as the six of us. Ronaldo can’t carry the fucking team.”