Page 57 of Endgame

Bear mumbled a “gross” as Knight barked out a laugh.

Knight shook a finger. “Yes, my friend, I think you’re onto something with the rebrand idea. Jock Jam is a terrible name.”

Bear shook his head. “It’s like an institution at this point. Do we really want to be the ones who mess with tradition?”

“I mean, you could still have it in the spring, with a better name, if it makes you feel any better,” Lila offered. “I just think that it could be fun to mix it up a bit. Something like, ‘Nothing but the 90s’ and have it be all about that vibe. The clothes, the music, etc. Bear, I know for a fact that you have more than one flannel shirt in your closet. Channel your grunge rock self and work it.”

Knight perked up. “I like the 90s idea. I’m pretty sure if I used enough gel, I could recreate spiky boy band hair. Do they have temporary dye that would mimic bleached tips? Or I could literally just go for the gold and actually bleach it.”

Lila vigorously shook her head. “There’s no way in hell you’re messing with your perfect hair color, Knight Patrick, temporarily or permanently. I will not allow it.”

“Fine,” Knight conceded. “No bleach, but the boy band hair is happening. And think about the musical possibilities!” Knight cleared his throat and sobered a bit before continuing. “I also feel like there’s some negative Jock Jam energy that needs to be purged.” He cast a sideways glance at Lila, and something that looked a lot like pain was communicated between the two of them.

“If we plan it, the people will come, regardless of the theme,” King said, finally making his presence known. “Though I have to say I’m also on board with the 90s theme. I’m pretty sure Will has a secret collection of bucket hats that are just dying to be exposed.”

Knight turned to Bear triumphantly. “Come on, Bear. You know you wanna see Demarcus rock a bucket hat.”

Bear looked stern for a minute and then finally broke into a smile. “Okay, fine. It’s a good idea. Why the hell not?”

King’s work done, he headed up the stairs to go take a shower. Coach Klopp was being super intense with the team since they’d tied their first two games of the season, so King was especially beat. He dropped his bag on the floor in his room and quickly stripped out of his sweaty practice clothes and set Lila’s necklace gently on the top of his dresser.

Clad in only his black boxer briefs (because he always made sure the door adjoining Lila’s room was locked before he got naked), he stepped into the bathroom. He jumped as he turned the light on and saw Lila, fully clothed, exiting the shower stall, a flustered look reddening her features.

Her eyes darted over to the door leading to her room, and she began inching toward it without a word.

“Any reason why you’re hiding in our shower in the dark and then trying to sneak out like a ninja?” King asked, amused.

Lila gulped but stood up straight, tucking one of her hands behind her back. “I just remembered that I left something in the shower and realized that you were about to use it. So I figured I’d hurry and grab it and whatnot.”

She started rambling about how sometimes he showered in the locker room after practice and she wasn’t sure if he’d done that today and that she wouldn’t need to be sneaky again because she’d just assume that he’d be showering at home after practice from now on, most of which King tuned out. Because he was very interested in what she was hiding.

“And what, exactly, did you leave in the shower, Lila?” King teased.

“None of your business,” she threw out sassily.

“Oh really? Why are you being so secretive? It’s not like you left a vibrator in there or something.” Though that would have been fucking hot.

When Lila’s face reddened ever more, King realized that he’d inadvertently guessed what she was hiding. He didn’t even try to conceal how much that turned him on. And, judging by the way her eyes darted south, he knew she’d noticed too.

“Show me.” King barely recognized his own voice as he growled out the command.

Lila stood still for a minute and then steeled her shoulders. She held up a small purple silicone clitoral vibrator in the palm of her hand. Her expression had morphed from embarrassed to determined, and it just made King harder.

“You use this often, La?”

“Maybe,” she said, her eyes once again drifting down to take in his arousal. “It’s not really any of your business. Though I do suppose you’re partially to blame. You’re the one who helped me realize I have a super-high sex drive.”

“Dammit Lila,” he groaned. “You’re killing me right now.” His dick was begging for release, and it was taking all of his willpower to not bend Lila over the bathroom counter and fuck her senseless.

“Now you know how I feel,” she murmured so softly he wasn’t sure he even heard her right. He was also pretty sure those words weren’t intended for his ears, but he answered them anyway.

“You feeling frustrated, La? Like you’re about ready to explode if you don’t get off right now?”

Lila tried to appear impassive, but his words were affecting her. He could tell by the way her nipples beaded underneath her shirt, the way her eyes took him in hungrily.

“Maybe,” she said quietly.

“Then let’s help each other out, yeah?”

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