Chapter 18
Ellinor
I’m freshening up and getting ready to head over to Nash’s apartment. He wanted to do movies and beer, and hopefully, that includes some orgasms because damn, can that man fuck.
I pull up to the huge-ass apartment building and walk into the elevator. He said it was floor twenty-three, which happens to be the top floor. This fucker has a penthouse.
Knocking on the door, he opens it, and I have to pep talk myself to keep my jaw from unhinging. He’s bare on the top half of his body, showing off a sculpted chest and stomach. He has the thickest V-cut I’ve ever seen, and I’m suddenly wondering how it would feel to run my tongue along it. Why did I not do that last week? He’s wearing black sweats, and that’s it. They’re slung so fucking low on his hips, I honestly don’t know how they’re staying up. That fucking horse cock is probably holding them up, you dumbbitch.
1“Hi, Mi Amor. Come on in.” He waves me in, sounding kind of breathless. “I hope you don’t mind; one of my teammates is still here. We were just watching a film from last year’s game against the Devils.”
I make eye contact with said teammate and stop right in my tracks. No. It absolutely cannot be.
“This is Za—”
Cutting him off, I seethe, “Zamir. What the fuck are you doing here?!”
“You know each other?” Nash questions.
“He’s been everywhere I’ve been the past fucking week, and I’m fully convinced now that he’s my stalker.”
“Please, let me help you figure out who your stalker really is. It worries me, Shpirt Im.” I see Nash look over at him and give him a questioning look. He could be confused about the nickname Z uses for me or that I have a stalker but probably how we even know each other in the first place.
Zamir stands in the kitchen, matching Nash in black sweats but sporting a crop top. Men in crop tops need to come with a warning.
“I thought you two hated each other?” I wonder out loud.
I look back at Nash and spot a hickey right above his collarbone. “I don’t remember doing this the other night, Big Boy. By all means, hook up with who you want when you want, but we need to wea—” I stop myself before I air out our dirty laundry. I run my fingers over the skin that’s bruised, but also red, and can feel it pulsing. It’s fresh… I look between the both of them, raising my eyebrows. “Oh, shit!”
“It’s not what you think,” Nash blurts out. I catch him looking over at Zamir, wincing… Interesting.
“What is it then?” I point down to his straining cock. “Because you’re clearly still hard, and Zamir over here looks like he’s been caught stealing candy from old folks’ homes.” I’ve interrupted whatever they were doing, but I’ve never been so happy to be in the middle of two hot as fuck guys in my life. “Fuck, I interrupted, didn’t I?”
“Nash and I were just trying to get along,” Zamir says with a cool tone.
“It looks like you all were getting along great. I just have one request.” I pause, and they both look at me saying, hurry the hell up with their eyes. “Can I watch?”
1.House Of Ballons / Glass Table Girls - The Weeknd