SIX
Luca
P lanted on one of the chairs, I close my eyes, imagining Max in the bathroom, holding his dick to piss. I assume, unless the dude sits. That would be a blow to my fantasies.
The bathroom door opens, and I shake those thoughts away. I caught how he reacted to me when I got close to him. The way his nostrils flared taking in my cologne would be a dead giveaway if he were gay. But he’s not.
Right?
All I want to smell on him is sweat and cum. Mine. All over his body as I run my tongue through it.
Despite looking wrecked, he’s still gorgeous with that mop of shiny chestnut hair that looks like someone held him down and fucked him into a cushy mattress.
Right now, I need to be professional and get him to trust me. Rely on me.
Max pauses outside the bathroom and says, “How about we make a deal. You leave here, and I don’t say anything.”
I stand to my full height, a few inches shorter than Max’s 6’4” build, but tall enough to send a message. “If this is a test of loyalty to my boss, it’s a pretty pathetic one.”
Max gives me the impression I can’t seduce him with kindness. If it’s a fight he wants, he’ll get one. And fuck, I like that.
“Look at me. I don’t need a bodyguard. I made a stupid mistake,” Max admits, slapping his chest. “If all Richmond has are hookers to lure me to hotel rooms, that’s an easy thing to avoid.”
“And they know that now,” I argue. “They’ll get more aggressive. Go on offensive. Oh right, you’re a defenseman.”
His jaw ticks. “You’ve been paying attention.”
And then some...
“I get it,” I argue. “You’re the least amenable person to accept a bodyguard.”
“Sounds like we agree on something.”
“It’s not about a person’s strength. Your job is to play hockey. Not watch crowds for danger and tackle outside threats on your own.”
“Strength is my brand. My fans expect me to handle anything thrown my way.” As he moves, his hospital gown tightens at the waist, outlining a long, swinging cock between his thighs.
Hot. Damn.
“Even if it keeps you off the ice?” I approach Max to help get him back into the bed. “Now lay your ass down, Captain. Your coach assigned me to protect you. I’m not going anywhere. Quit trying to get me to compromise my job.”
“Fine.” He reacts to my tone and my argument.
“Thank you.”
Groaning, he pushes the cover aside and barks when I try to help.
“I got it.” He turns, and the open back of the gown reveals a taught, sculpted bare ass.
My cock thickens instantly.
Fuck.
Tucked back into the bed, Max clicks off the light, darkening the room to the point I can’t see. My eyes not adjusting, I bump into the bed. I grab the nearest thing my hand can find so I don’t fall, which happens to be Max’s thick thigh.
“Hey!” he snaps.
“Sorry. You cut the lights. I can’t see.”
“You’re a pro. Deal with it.”
“I guess you like it in the dark,” I say with gravel in my tone.
That’s the last thing I’d want if I had this man naked and laid out. I don’t bang straight guys who need it in the dark to get off because it’s a kink. But I’d make an exception for Max. Everyone has a star-fucking fantasy. And he’s mine.
“Like it? What’s it ?” It took a few seconds for Max to catch my pun.
“Use your imagination,” I say, settling into the chair.
At least with the lights off, I can close my eyes and catch some sleep.