9. Nine
Nine
Arne
I didn’t like the way Max looked at me when I said I wasn’t interested in the red-haired woman.
Want me to clarify? No, I will not take her home. I am only interested in one person, and since I can’t have him, I will keep my dick in my trousers.
I’d sort of taken a vow of celibacy right after we had returned from Scotland. That was when I realised the depth of feelings I harboured for Max.
His performance impressed both Coach Jerke and me from the start. Max Gruber was a smart kid with bite. Even before I’d fallen head over heels for the Raven, I’d decided I would take him under my wing. He wasn’t from Veitsreuth and didn’t have any friends or family in the area.
He needed a friend.
A friend isn’t what you want to be, though. God, you suck as his captain.
I wish I could say I tried to stop him from kissing me, but I’d always been honest to a fault. I had gone all in: tongue-sucking, and lip biting—the full ride.
Max tensed, hand tightening around his cocktail glass, and a barely audible groan escaped him when I pressed my knee to his. The need to touch him overwhelmed me.
“You okay?” I murmured and got a tiny nod back.
I pulled my leg away, eyes fixed on his hands.
When did they get so sinewy and strong?
I shouldn’t have noticed how much more he worked out and the effects it had on his body. Only from a professional perspective. He’d bulked up since joining our team, and it looked good on him.
Stop thinking about his ass again! Yeah, the way you drool over Max’s ass might have made you guess that you’re bisexual.
Before I could beat myself up some more, Bo and Ollie got up, and then Guns, Nik, and Decks followed suit.
They looked like Arthur’s knights rising for battle. Everyone except Max and I cracked up at their hilarious performance.
“We’re heading home,” Bo chuckled, throwing his arm around Ollie’s shoulders. The latter had arrived a few days ago, but I figured you could never get enough time alone with the person you loved.