Empty Net (Scoring Chances Book 4)

He still could pull off arrogant asshole better than anyone Isaac had ever met, even though Isaac knew very well that Laurent slept with the stupid stuffed duck that was technically Isaac’s.

Murph appeared at his usual bookend place at Hux’s side.

“That’s why I always feel bad for guys who make jokes about taking it in the ass. They have no idea what they’re missing.”

Laurent’s only response was a wheeze.

“I don’t pay them to like me,” Belsey muttered, but he motioned to the bartender.

“You barely pay us at all,” Isaac said and went to order.

“Hey. Look at me when you come,” Laurent said softly. “I want to see your face.”

How could he understand? He has the emotional maturity of a toadstool. Not all his fault. But still.

Did Laurent want to make out with Isaac or just have Isaac pet him?

Oh, you have no idea what I want to do with you. I want to touch you, fuck you, put you on your knees, and teach you how to deep-throat my dick instead of say shit I don’t want to hear.

“Yeah,” said Isaac. It seemed safer. More succinct.

“You coming to our room? We were thinking pizza,” said Murph, and Isaac wondered for the millionth time if Murph and Hux knew how much they acted like they were dating.

Not even Coach Samarin and Coach Ashford said we as often as those two.

Misha’s dark eyes narrowed. “I do trust you, Isaac. As long as it isn’t about things like hair color and facial jewelry.”

“Ha.” Max cleared his throat. “Sorry.”