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“Different enough that evenIwon’t punch anyone.”
“Damn. Who are you and what have you done to my friend?”
I snicker. “Just stay there as my backup.”
“Backup?”
“If anyone asks, you brought me here, not the other way around. Can’t look too fucking desperate.”
“Who would ask? And why are you desperate?” He tilts his head to the side, studying me closely. “You’reneverdesperate. You get laid more than the three of us combined.”
“Used to, Jer.Usedto. Kolya is playing the grouchy dick role to perfection. He must’ve caught the disease from a certain uptight presence.”
He grimaces. “I still can’t believe you named your dick Kolya. Seriously, Uncle Kolya is Dad’s right arm. That’s gross.”
“Don’t care. Ask him to change his name.”
“Pretty sure it should be the other way around since you’re younger.” He shakes his head. “Are you going to tell me why we’re watching fucking lacrosse? It’s boring.”
“I know, right? Why do you think he’s doing it?”
A woman with a wrinkled upper lip glares back at us with that patronizing look Brits have when they don’t want to speak their displeasure. I learned it from lotus flower since he flashes me that all the time.
“Want a picture, ma’am?” I ask and she gasps in pure horror, then turns back to her kid, who’s smiling at me. I wink and he giggles.
Kids and animals like me. Adults do not. I’d rather be adored by innocent beings instead of evil snakes. I like things simple, not twisty and complicated.
And yet here you are for the most complicated man ever.
“Who’s theheyou came to watch?” Jeremy asks, but I’m tuning him out because my whole attention is stolen by the fucking bimbo who’s slipping in a few rows below with two other girls.
FuckingClara.
Exactly what I’ve been missing.
She poses for a few selfies and makes her friends take an album’s worth of pictures. I force myself to ignore her—or try to—as I spot lotus flower walking with his teammates to the midfield.
Well, fuck me. I’ve always seen him in shorts and T-shirts, but it’s different in the royal-blue lacrosse uniform, a bit tighter, maybe. Those shorts are definitely framing his ass better than the running ones.
Not that I’m staring or anything.
Okay, I totally fucking am.
His hair is styled in his signature Prince Charming look—the sides short and the longer strands on top slicked back, making his face appear sharp.
He looks serious, more so than usual, as he shoves the helmet over his head and gets to the middle with a member of the orange team. The referee throws the ball down and lotus flower fights over it with his long-netted stick.
That’s some weird shit down there…
On second thought, I’m not complaining about the way he’s bent over, ass on display. Maybe lacrosse isn’t so bad, after all.
The crowd cheers when he gets the ball for his team. Or as much as preppy people will.
Since I used to play football, and still do at times, this is like a Mary Sue sport in comparison.
Though they do get physical. Hmm.
So he does like some roughness in his life. My cock twitches at the memory of his groans when I squeezed him with a firm grip. How he thrust against my cock at a maddening pace, trying to match my rhythm.
