When he spotted Blake and Colton, a dangerous smile spread across his face. Gay sex “Been a while since anyone puked during conditioning. “I can handle my own problems.””Not on my team,” Adrian’s demeanor hardened slightly. Blake slowed, his hand hesitating on the handle.”What’s going on?” Mike frowned. Adrian didn’t touch him, but that ready-to-fight energy filled the entire space.”Don’t have to what?” Adrian’s voice was soft but deadly. Please be patient.Late at night, the overhead white lights reflected off the pristine ice surface with an almost surgical brightness. Worst of all, Blake really cared about her. Not just standard freshman hazing or team politics, but genuine fear. “I’m ready.””Good.” Adrian checked his Richard Mille. “You’re right. “Said he was tired of watching us pass around the perimeter like we’re playing fucking patty-cake.”He clapped Blake’s shoulder hard enough to stagger a smaller guy. Like she thinks she did something wrong.”Ruth, that beautiful redhead who until two days ago had occupied Blake’s thoughts. Tell me how much you want me.*Blake almost laughed thinking about his own petty calculations.”Oh, sure—” Mike squinted, studying Blake. Hockey royalty deigning to join us. Having a tea party without me?” A new voice came from the doorway.Adrian Whitmore swaggered in like he owned the place.
