Page 111 of Sin Bin

“Aw, man,” he groaned in frustration. “Not again!”

Hunter chuckled. “Better luck next time.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re like Tiger Woods out here—before the sex scandal.” Dubinski scowled and stalked off with his caddie.

As they drove away in a golf cart, Logan looked at Hunter and shook his head. “Isn’t Dubs supposed to be dating Nadia’s friend?”

Hunter chuckled. “I believe so. But that won’t stop him from trying to live vicariously through you, like most of the guys on the team.” His eyes glinted. “Can you really blame them? Your exploits are legendary.”

Logan grimaced and scratched his ear. For the first time ever, he was embarrassed about his womanizing reputation.

It was Sunday afternoon and the Rebels were in Florida to play the Panthers tomorrow night. After checking into their hotel and grabbing some lunch, several of the guys had headed to the golf course for a three o’clock tee time.

Hockey players loved to golf. What could be more relaxing than standing around drinking beer, socializing between shots and hacking away at a ball without overtaxing their bodies?

Hunter’s golf game was masterful. If he wanted, he could definitely turn pro after retiring from hockey. Reid and Viggo were pretty good, too. Logan’s game was less than stellar, but at least he could keep his balls on the fairway. He’d much rather be playing pool, but the guys got tired of him mercilessly kicking their asses.

He and Hunter were the last ones at the seventeenth hole. Reid, Viggo, Dubinski, Sergei Vasiliev and Dmitri Fedorov had already moved ahead to the next tee box.

Logan lined up his shot, gripped his club and took a mighty swing. His ball bounced down the middle of the fairway and stopped just short of the green.

“Not bad.” Hunter raised an amused eyebrow at him. “So were you really hanging out with astronomers last night?”

“I was.” Logan smiled. “Jupiter just joined the local astronomical society, and they had a cocktail reception to welcome new members. She wanted to go so I went with her.” He gave a thoughtful pause. “Did you know that if you could fly to Pluto, the trip would take more than eight hundred years?”

Hunter’s eyes glittered with amusement. “I did know that, actually.”

“Of course you did, all that knowledge rattling around that big brain of yours.” Logan rolled his eyes in mock disgust, earning a laugh.

After Hunter played his next shot, they headed to the eighteenth tee with their caddies trailing after them.

Hunter gave Logan a sidelong grin. “So are you and Meadow gonna be attending astronomy functions now?”

Logan glanced away with a shrug. “I don’t know.”

“Didn’t you have a good time?”

Logan hesitated. “Yes and no.”

“What does that mean?”

Logan sighed, still trying to process the events of last night. He hadn’t meant to blurt out that sappy confession to Jupiter, and he cringed just thinking about it. But his emotions had been all over the place after seeing her with that astronomy professor. The sight of them talking and flirting had made him so fucking jealous he couldn’t see straight. And he’d almost lost his shit when the douchebag had the audacity to ask her out on a date.

Once Logan had her alone in his car, things had gotten out of control pretty quickly. The arguing and shouting were regrettable. But what came next…holy hell.

Prior to that, he’d still been trying to recover from their super-hot make-out session in her aunt’s basement. The memory of it had dominated his thoughts as he drove across town to pick her up for the reception. He’d been in trouble the moment she opened the door wearing that sweet little cocktail dress that exposed the silky skin of her shoulders. When his eyes traveled downward, the sight of her sexy bare legs had instantly kicked his libido into overdrive. He’d wanted to run his hand under the tantalizing hem of her dress and find the hot slickness between her thighs.

So that’s pretty much what he’d ended up doing.

And he hadn’t wanted to stop there. He’d wanted to drag her onto his lap and fuck her right there in his car, to hear her scream his name over and over as he pounded into her.

Two cold showers and three jerk-off sessions later, his body was still aching for her. And he had a bad feeling the ache wasn’t ever going to go away.

He and Hunter had reached the eighteenth tee. They were the last to play their final shots. Hunter was comfortably in the lead, but that was no surprise. He always beat everyone and today would be no exception.

After firing off his shot, Logan hitched his chin at Hunter. “Let me ask your opinion about something.”

Hunter crouched down to line up his ball. “I’m listening.”

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