Page 58 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

I think I’m dead

Im pretty sure I’m dead holy fuck the way you sound I don’t think I’m ever going to get over it

Auston laughed.

Aunix

Good to hear

Charlie

No you don’t get it I’m gonna be dreaming about it forever

I can’t wait until tomorrow

No I mean I can but I’m really looking forward to it

I can’t wait until you take care of me

I want more video of you tomorrow though fair’s fair

Aunix

Of course, honey. Anything for you

Auston grinned, satisfied in a way he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Chapter Six

CHASE

Chase didn’t know if it was normal to be this excited about the prospect of phone sex, but he’d sprung out of bed that morning, a soda bottle waiting to pop. He’d gone to the gym before practice, needing to get the giddy, fizzy energy out.

He was unstoppable during practice, focus sharpened to a pinpoint. It wasn’t desperation to be good—it was the conviction that he already had been.

That he could continue to be.

“Damn, you’re on fire, babe,” Sammy complimented, tapping him on the shins with his stick.

Chase grinned and threw Sammy a wink. “Thanks, babe.”

Noah bounded over like an overgrown puppy—or, at least, as much as someone could bound with skates on. “Damn, Chase, way to show us up. I have to go after you in the drill, you know.”

Chase poked his tongue out. Was he floating? He felt as if he were floating.

Not even Auston leaning against the boards and looking over with a bored expression on his face could affect him.

Chase had given Auston his jacket back as soon as he could, wanting it out of his house like it was a cursed object emanating its own aura. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he’d tried to sniff the fabric the moment he got home, that he wished he could give it back covered in his own scent.

There was no reason for Chase to want that, but he couldn’t seem to quash the part of him that yearned to leave a lasting, violent mark on Auston—for the Alpha not to be able to escape him, even if he wanted to.

It was a sick urge, especially since he had Aunix.

All he could do was ignore it. To focus on what Aunix gave him and what Chase could return.

He didn’t shower at the rink, instead opting to take his time washing up at home, doing a very, very thorough job of it. He pressed his forehead against the cool tile as he put two fingers inside himself, getting himself nice and soft and open.

Fuck, he was so ready. His dick was instantly hard, an ache going from the pit of him and reverberating out.