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Freya is a sweet girl with sharp edges. She reminds me of those caramel apple suckers I loved as a kid. Once the caramel was gone, my tongue would get sliced up by the razor-sharp air pockets in the tart green apple.Whoever decided it was a good idea to aerate hard candy is an asshole.But those suckers were too delicious to leave alone—like now. Except Freya is even more fun to lick.
“Ah, shit!” Conway shouts to the guys. “Father Kucy’s breaking his vows!”
I laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you never take home any ass. Why do you think the bunnies all want you? Every girl wants to be the one to break you in. We were starting to consider maybe you were on O’Callahan’s team.”
Brit O’Callahan came out a few seasons ago. He’s had his own player initiatives setting up welcoming environments for LGBTQ hockey players and donating to various organizations that help communities form teams around the US.
“Hell no. We don’t claim him.” O’Callahan chuckles.
“Fuck you too!” I laugh. “You should be so lucky!”
* * *
She arrived as I pulled the bread out of the oven, dressed casually in black jeans and a loose, cropped green sweater. It makes her emerald eyes even more pronounced than before.
My gaze roves from her toes to her blazing-red hair. “You look nice.”She’s drop-dead gorgeous.It’s been too long since I’ve had my eyes on her.
“I know.” That attitude makes my dick twitch. “Did you bake?”
“I did. Wanna check my work?” I walk toward the kitchen and proudly present my lopsided loaf. “It’s ugly, but I believe it’s edible.”
“You know, the last time bread was involved, things got out of hand...”
“Why the fuck do you think I’m making sandwiches?”
She carefully flips over the still-hot loaf and scratches the bottom with a knife. “Looks good.” Her eyes follow me around the kitchen as I pull out ingredients. I’m not the greatest cook, but I make one hell of a dagwood.
She pulls up a barstool and makes herself comfortable. Elbows on the table, she rests her chin on her hands sweetly and leans forward. “What is it we’re doing on this date?”
“This isn’t a date. It’s hanging out. I’m making you something to eat.”
“That’s even more confusing. Like, we’re fuck buddies, but now you’re making me food...”
“Everybody’s gotta eat. And why do we have to put a label on it? You’re fun to hang out with. I enjoy your company.”
“A label.” She snorts. “So, it’s a booty call with a sandwich? I’m fine with that, just wanna know what the expectations are.”
“First, I expect you to eat this sandwich and saythank you,” I say.
“And after that?” She looks up at me through her lashes, and I’m immediately sent back to last week, the image of her down on her knees, gazing at me with those stormy-green eyes.
“I told you, it’s whatever you want to do tonight. Actually... I have a surprise for you.”
I leave the room to grab the toy I bought her and return with both my hands behind my back.
“What’s this?”
“If you want to watch a movie and relax tonight, choose my left hand. If you want to practice handing over control, choose my right hand.”
Her eyes pan back and forth, but it doesn’t take her long to tap my right arm. I smile, satisfied with her choice, and hand her the small black box.
“Can I open it now?”
My chest thumps at her asking for permission. Her fingers tear into the wrapping, and I watch as she curiously opens the box.
“A flower? What is this? Wait...” She presses a button and the silicone toy comes to life, she raises her eyebrows and laughs. “Is this one of those vibrators that show up in ads all over my social media?”
