Page 46 of Hard to Take

“Good thing Garrett’s playing like he’s got a cheat code,” Rookie says, looking up.

“Someone trying to jerk me off?” Miles slides in next to me. Four smaller people could fit without a problem. With three of the four being professional basketball players, it’s a squeeze.

I feel every inch of him through our clothes.

“You assume every time you hear your name that it’s a compliment?” I toss.

“Obviously.” He grins in my direction.

He’s dressed in jeans and a zip-up sweater. I’d know it without looking, because I had a hand fisted the fabric of each an hour ago when he parked the Range Rover in an underground lot nearby.

Every inch of me heats, and it takes a concerted effort not to bite my lip.

Does it look like we’ve been hooking up for the past week?

Because we totally have.

Since the night of Clay and Nova’s party, every spare second that he hasn’t been on the Kodiak clock and I haven’t been working, we’re fucking each other’s brains out.

In his bed.

In my shower.

On the chaise longue.

If sex were a religion, we’ve been devout.

The man is a beast in bed. He’s fun and creative and has zero judgment.

Each time we’re together leaves me more convinced I want to keep riding the ride.

“It’s because of Waffles. He’s lucky for all of us,” Damon decides.

“How do you figure?” I ask. “He’s had Waffles for a few years.”

Damon shrugs. “Got any other ideas?”

My gaze meets Miles’s, his eyes dancing.

A slideshow of places we’ve hooked up flashes across my brain and I wonder if the same thing is happening for him.

“Guess not,” I say into my drink, gulping like I’ve been walking in a desert all week.

“We’re all having Christmas dinner with Kodiaks and fam after the game, right?” Rookie asks.

Harlan, the GM, is hosting an event for the team and family.

“Not me,” Miles says, shaking his head. Groans go up from around the table.

“You too cool for us?” Damon challenges.

Miles shifts back, grinning. “I don’t want to take Grams out with her arm still healing. so I’m taking over food and I’m going to spend it with her.”

“That’s really sweet,” Nova sighs. There’s murmured agreement and my heart kicks in my chest.

An hour later, Miles and I bump into each other as I’m coming out of the bathrooms and he’s heading there.

“Garrett.” My voice is rough, either from the alcohol or something else.

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