Yass Queen: A Funny Laugh-Out-Loud Contemporary Friends-to-Lovers MM Romance (The Rainbow League Book 3) Read online

  I took a sharp breath and dove into the water. In no time, I was submerged in the freezing cold. Pain pummeled me from every direction.

  Stellan was next to me when I came up for air. "It's not so bad, right?"

  I groaned and wiped the freezing water from my eyes. "Uhm, I guess. If you're, like, a fish."

  Stellan laughed. We scrubbed ourselves and returned to shore. Stellan lumbered out of the water and immediately dried off with a towel, showing off his thick hulking body for Mother Nature to see.

  “I'm going to head back to the campsite. I'll meet you there when you're done."

  With that, he and his enormous Olympic-level ass strode confidently up the trail to start the day for both of us. When I finally exited the water, my cock was damn near ready to fucking explode.

  7

  Stellan

  The next week

  "If you don't tell me how big his dick was, I'm putting this goddamn hockey blade to your neck and prying it out of you.”

  I groaned and tried to ignore Mitch, who was seriously distracting me from getting ready for the first day of scrimmage. We had a three day tournament we were prepping for at the end of the month. Even two days off would take its toll if I didn't return with my A game.

  But that was proving difficult, especially with Mitch and Jacob hounding me for the size of my no-longer-mystery client’s package.

  "For the hundredth time.” I slid into my nut cup. The hard plastic froze my balls. "I'm not divulging any proprietary information about my client. That would be like a doctor divulging the length of a patient's dick. It's inappropriate and unprofessional. You're not going to pry it out of me if you tried."

  Jacob moaned. “But… Did you see it?"

  "What you mean, did I see it?"

  Jacob sighed. "Like when you were working out or something. Did you hold him down for sit ups and catch a glimpse through his shorts?"

  "This is way out of line,” I retorted. “You wouldn't ask this of a personal trainer and his client if they worked at a gym."

  Mitch bit his lip. "Jesus, Stellan. It's just a question. You can say yes or no. We won't pry for any more details, I promise."

  Jacob coughed loudly. “Speak for yourself.”

  "Fine," Mitch said, rolling his eyes. "At least I won't ask for any more details. Jacob’s got a mind of his own."

  I sighed loudly and weighed the options in my head. On the one hand, I'd be sort of betraying my client’s trust. On the other, I knew damn well I wasn't getting out of this alive unless I threw them a bone.

  I wanted to hit the rink. If letting them know I'd seen my unnamed client’s dick – without disclosing anything about it like the girth or length – I'd be smart to hurry up and get it over with.

  I held up my hands in surrender. "I saw it. But that's all you're getting out of me. You're not going to force me to betray his trust."

  Jacob and Mitch squealed with laughter. "Oh my God. You can't stop there. We need to know everything."

  I shook my head and began to slide into my shin guards. "That's personal information. I'll get fired if I disclose anything else."

  Jacob groaned. Suddenly, he dropped his pants and pulled out his cock. He walked up next to me and swung it in my face.

  "Was it like this?" he asked, scrunching his face together. "Or like Mitch’s?"

  Mitch stood to attention and pulled out his cock.

  I immediately groaned. I wasn't surprised they were asking me the age-old question of whether he was cut or uncut. Where Jacob’s dick was more sensitive, Mitch had a natural layer of lubricant – in the form of a band of skin around the tip – that allowed for greater pleasure in bed.

  There was no getting out of this one. "He was cut."

  Jacob and Mitch roared with laughter. They tucked themselves back into their briefs and sat on the bench.

  "God, dude," Jacob said, rolling his eyes. "That's all we needed to know. You're acting like we wanted a picture or something."

  "I promise you I didn't snap a pic."

  Mitch moaned. "I hate the idea of betraying his privacy. But we don't even know his name. We don't know what team he plays on. For all we know, he's not even a hockey player at all."

  "He plays for the Minnesota Wild."

  Jacob and Mitch froze. Suddenly it hit me I’d just given away a crucial piece of information about my client.

  Mitch grinned. "That's it. No more talking about this client. It's clear Stellan can't keep a lid on things."

  I glared at him. "If only you assholes would stop prying me for information."

  Mitch shrugged. "I'm sorry we asked about your client’s delicious cock. But it's not like you're ever going to see him again."

  This was true. While I had some repeat customers, most of my clients never came back once they were healed. Why would they? I’d done my job.

  Just like you did with Rowan. Remember how he was panting while you held him down and he did sit ups and crunches? The look on his face when you surprised him with a small bottle of vodka for the pain his second night? You cured him. He's not coming back.

  I sighed and finished throwing on my gear. We had to start practice. But just before I left my phone buzzed.

  After removing my gloves, I flipped open my phone. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was.

  The Wild One: Hey — I wanted to personally thank you for last weekend. My knee feels better than it has in weeks. I wanted to see if you were free this weekend. I know you probably have a ton of clients but I made so much improvement in just two days. I thought it wouldn't hurt to reach out to see if you could sneak me in. All the best, Rowan.

  8

  Rowan

  Later that weekend

  I didn't know why I was so goddamn nervous as I waited at the mouth of the trail for Stellan to arrive. All morning my knees were shaking and my limbs were two great big bowls of Jell-O. If someone had asked me why I wouldn't have been able to tell them. I supposed it had something to do with Stellan being able to fit me in for a much-coveted second session.

  Before we left, Stellan informed me he’d sneak me in. He was going to have to bump back another client but he knew I was a professional player and needed to get back on the ice ASAP. He understood my entire livelihood depended upon my knee healing. If he had to bump a secondary client to the side, he would do it. Just for me.

  I couldn't help but grin. It was so fucking perfect. For the first time, I felt freaking alive. I was in the middle of the woods, away from the prying eyes of anyone who could see me at the gym. I could sweat, swear, and strip to my heart’s content and no one would be around to see.

  Rachel would be proud, seeing you whip yourself back into shape.

  I bit my teeth. Though she might indeed have been proud, the last thing I wanted to do was think about my ex-wife.

  Or any woman, for some strangely bizarre reason.

  At last, the familiar sound of Stellan's SUV burst into vision. With a grin, Stellan slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a resounding halt in the small empty spot across from me.

  "Someone came early,” Stellan said with a grin, giving me a one-over. He looked every bit as friendly and excited as before.

  I chuckled. "I arrived two minutes before you. I hardly think that counts as coming early.”

  It was obvious Stellan couldn't help himself. "Your definitions are so technical. I can't help but think you have a lot of experience with coming early since you’re so damn specific."

  My cheeks turned bright red. "I try to let whoever I'm working with arrive before me. But I guess I was a little premature today."

  Stellan handed me the gear and we headed up the trail. This time, I did a triple take to make sure I wasn't leaving anything behind.

  The last thing I wanted to do was end up like last Saturday.

  Or… Wait.

  Hmm.

  With a grunt I forced the thought from my mind as Stellan led the way up the trail. With great big steps, I marched behind
him, grinning as I took in his enormous ass. In his dark athletic shorts and baby blue shirt, he looked every bit the friend I remembered.

  Those shorts seriously made a mountain out of that ass.

  Mitch turned to me with a grin when we arrived at the campsite four hours later. “Feeling better about the walk this time?"

  "Absolutely. Not even out of breath."

  Stellan winked at me. "Good. Because we're going to have to go back and do it again."

  I furrowed my brow. What did he mean?

  "I forgot the stakes," he explained, biting his lip.

  My jaw dropped. How could he forget the stakes? Where were we supposed to sleep – in the cold with the bears?

  Stellan snorted. ”I'm joking. Let's set up camp and get to work."

  I breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't fuck with me like that."

  "I'll fuck with you however I want, if you give me your consent. I’m big on fucking.”

  His cheeks turned bright red. "With you," he added perfunctory, staring at my chest. He let out a cough.

  Something warm and exciting flashed across my insides. "That's a big step in our friendship, Stellan. I’m so glad we both feel comfortable fucking… With each other," I added hastily, with a wink.

  Stellan's cheeks turned bright red as he burst into laughter. "Let's get this shit set up so we can do some squats."

  I nodded in agreement. I grabbed the tents and began to get to work. But the truth was, I was glad to have a task to do. Because the awkward job of covering my boner with the water bottle I was holding was becoming increasingly more difficult the more I stared into Stellan's beautiful blue eyes.

  And don't forget his floppy brown hair, perfect smile, and God awful sense of humor.

  Or his dick.

  Or ass.

  FOCUS.

  I pounded in the stakes, gritting my teeth and wiping sweat from my forehead. In no time, the two tents were set up side-by-side.

  Stellan walked to my side. He placed his palm on my shoulder. "Looks like you'll have your own condo tonight."

  "Yeah," I mumbled. "It's kind of a shame we won't be rooming together like last time."

  Stellan turned to face me. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it. For a second, I lost myself in his dazzling eyes. Sunlight flickered across the retinas, electrifying them. I wanted to dive into them, explore their cool warmth.

  But he quickly turned with a smile and let me away. "Let's get to work. We've got a lot to get through today."

  I nodded in agreement and followed.

  But the electric warmth his eyes inspired in me lingered.

  I closed my eyes and sunk into the sleeping bag. My body was exhausted, stretched beyond every fucking limit. My knee ached with delicious pain. Though the exercise was difficult as hell, I knew it would feel better than ever in the morning.

  It was all thanks to Stellan.

  My heart ached as I recalled his gorgeous face as he encouraged me this afternoon. "Keep pushing," he'd growled, gripping my thighs. "You’re almost at 300. You can do it."

  The sit up routine wasn't the only place he'd helped me. When I was doing squats, he did squats right in front of me, holding my hands for support. He said it was an ancient indigenous technique that transferred energies between us. He was sharing his natural superhuman power with me.

  But the only thing it supercharged was my cock.

  I moaned and turned over in my sleeping bag. For the first time I wished I wasn't alone. My mind flickered to Rachel but I quickly forced the thought away. The truth was it wasn't Rachel I wanted in this tent.

  It was Stellan.

  But Stellan was a man.

  But maybe I didn't care anymore.

  I gritted my teeth. "Fuck it," I whispered, clenching my fists. "I don't give a fuck what or who he is. I want him."

  I'd been around strapping athletes my entire life. But it took Stellan to realize I needed to find what I was searching for in a man.

  I forced my eyes shut and turned over to sleep. But a second later something flickered outside, causing my heart to slam in my chest.

  I bolted awake and stared out the mosquito flap. Nothing.

  Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it.

  A bear.

  A fucking grizzly.

  I cried out at once. I remembered what Stellan had told me at the trailhead about bears. "There's a lot of conflicting information about this. Some say you need to make yourself as small as possible. But then you run the risk of startling them. The best thing to do is be as loud and ferocious as possible. They need to know humans are there so they won't be scared."

  That was it. If we were going to survive a bear attack in the middle of the night I needed to come prepared.

  I tore out of the tent and rushed outside. I growled and grabbed the cast iron stove Stellan had used to cook dinner. I held it high above my head and banged it like a tribal drum.

  CLANG.

  The bear screeched and jumped with fright. Within seconds Stellan was out of his tent and standing by my side.

  "Holy shit. I think it's a grizzly."

  He grabbed the pan and beat it louder. CLANG.

  The bear growled. It narrowed its eyes. But a second later it whipped around on its haunches and retreated into the woods.

  The breath flew out of me like I'd been holding it the entire time. Stellan put his hand on my chest. "Oh my God. If you hadn't come out of the tent, we would've been bear meat."

  I tried to stifle a nervous laugh. "It was probably just looking for the steaks we cooked up for dinner."

  "If you hadn't rushed out it would've turned us into human steaks."

  Stellan rested his head on my chest, then stared into my eyes. My legs turned to jelly. I felt like I was going to collapse in a giant puddle of excitement and nervous energy. Without another word Stellan removed his head from my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist.

  "This might sound a little ridiculous. But would you want to share the tent tonight?"

  My heart was racing out of my chest. “Y-Yes. I mean," I stammered, unable to formulate the sentence I wanted to say more than life itself. "What I'm trying to say is that I'd love to share with you. Maybe even a sleeping bag. Or if that's too much, then –"

  Stellan brought his finger to my lips. “Do you know what you're telling me? Do you know where this leads?"

  I nodded fervently. "Yeah," I whispered, staring into his blue eyes. “I’ve known since I booked the second session. I might be terrified — and I may have never done this before — but I’m a goddamn fucking adult for Christ’s sake. I know what I want. Or at least my dick does.”

  Stellan nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me to the tent.

  9

  Stellan

  My heart quivered in my chest as I led Rowan into the tent. I couldn't believe it. First, he'd scared away an entire goddamn grizzly bear that would've torn us both to smithereens in our sleep. Second, he wanted to sleep with me.

  Or sleep next to me. The truth was I didn’t totally know what he wanted.

  It's too good to be true. He's totally going to regret it in the morning.

  I gritted my teeth and forced these thoughts from my mind. Because the truth was I had no idea what Rowan would do in the morning. All that mattered was the here and now. He was technically my client but he'd given his consent. I took one look at his gorgeous professional hockey player body and knew I needed to treat him like a God.

  "Let's go," I whispered, gently leading him into the tent. Rowan's cheeks flushed as I flashed my light on him.

  In the tent, I handed him half my sleeping bag and placed the flashlight between us so we could see each other's faces. His lips looked beautiful in the cool cerulean light. I wanted to slam my lips on his to see what they tasted like.

  But I knew we needed to discuss one thing before I did.

  I took a sharp breath and held his hand. "So, um. I've never liked… Well, I've never totally done this with a str
aight guy before."

  Rowan smiled weakly. I tried to ignore his massive hard-on in his pajama bottoms. "I guess I wouldn't say I’m straight,” he said. “Because from the looks of my cock, I'm a lot more bi than I ever thought."

  I chuckled and gripped his hand harder. "Straight, bi… Call yourself whatever you want. It's 2020. I think we’re passed the whole label thing."

  Rowan pushed back his hair. "I think so. But I'd rather just be bi for now."

  I smiled and held his hand tighter. "I, um… Well, I guess then what I wanted to say doesn't quite apply. I was going to tell you what happened on the hockey team growing up. But since you're not straight…"

  Rowan's jaw dropped. "Wait. What? Something happened on the high school team back in the day?"

  I gulped. It was my moment of truth. "Yes," I said, struggling to make eye contact with him. “On our winter tournament trip."

  Rowan's jaw dropped. "Holy shit. You mean the one where we bumped with each other in Ely?"

  I nodded. "Yes. I was rooming with Jordan and Matt. There were two beds. We played rock paper scissors for one. Matt got that to himself and Jordan and I had to share."

  Rowan's jaw dropped. "What the fuck."

  "We were drinking and smoking weed." I stared at my hands. "Anyways, Jordan got the fun idea that we should play truth or dare in the middle of the night while Matt was asleep. My heart was racing out of my chest. Obviously, this was a closeted gay’s wet dream. But I couldn't exactly tell Jordan that. We played truth or dare until we were both in our underwear. Jordan convinced me to take off mine first. I took a sharp breath and pulled them down, exposing myself to him. Jordan reached out and gripped my shaft. He jerked me slowly in the dim light. Suddenly, he bent down and wrapped his lips around the tip of my cock. There I was, living in real-time every gay teen’s sexual fantasy."

  Rowan burst into laughter. "Jordan? You have to be kidding."

  I bit my lip. “Not at all."