Someone just kill me.
Dainty fingers that aren’t mine snap my waistband back into place, and I don’t know whether to hug Holly for doing me the favor or beg her to end my misery. In the end, I find myself going mute as she awkwardly clambers off my lap and lands on her hands and knees in a hasty attempt to flee the scene of the crime.
In other words, us losing control and nearly hooking up.
I look to Cain, who’s now posted up against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he assesses us. “Dude,” I grunt, yanking on the fabric of my sweats as I climb to my feet. “What are you still standing there for? And how the hell did you get in here?”
It seems like a slice of poetic fate that I’m supposed to be the man in charge of a team of hockey players, the guy who’s always in control, and I can’t even make my erection submit.
No more hockey.
The Bachelor re-runs.
IRS auditing.
The damn thing swells in my pants, taunting me with the very clear point that I’ve got averymassive problem.
“Don’t ‘dude’ me, man, the door was slightly ajar. Guess you didn’t notice,” Cain says, a smug smile all up on his mug. He points at my crotch. “Stand down, good sir.”
Deep, even breaths, that’s what I need. Maybe some Jim Beam, if I drank alcohol anymore. To the Blades defenseman, I do my best to look completely at ease when I mutter, “Please don’t talk directly to my dick.”
“Who should I be talking to?” He looks to Holly. “You up for conversation, Ms. Carter?”
Her cheeks burn a muted pink as she snags her backpack and other equipment from the floor and tries to edge around him and out into the hallway. “Not particularly, Weston, no.”
“Perfect!” His gaze flicks over to me again. Or, more accurately, to my dick, which has yet to get the memo that sex with Holly is most definitelyoffthe table. Cain gives me a shit-eating grin. “Where were we again? Oh yeah, I was just—”
“Cain.”
“Yeah, Cap?”
“Get the fuck out of here before I personally cut your laces.”
He sucks in a harsh breath. “Low blow, man, low blow. But like I was saying . . .”
Holly glances back at me, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. I can read the hesitance in her expression. Though we’ve got a shit ton to talk about—starting with the fact that she rode my hard-on like a champ—it doesn’t look like my teammate is going anywhere anytime soon.
I give her a curt nod, and she subsequently ducks under Cain’s arm to sneak out into the hallway.
“So, yeah,” Cain goes on, the bastard, “if I learned anything from my grandfather, it’s that taking double the dosage of the little blue pill will do some serious damage. Doesn’t matter how desperate you are to get it up,don’tdo it. Not unless you want your dick to fall off.”
My hands land on my squared-off hips. “You realize I have to kill you now, right? There’s no other option.”
“There arealwaysother options.” Holding up a single finger, like he’s checking the direction of the wind, his eyes go comically wide. “Oops, hold on a minute, I hear someone calling my name.”
“Cain—”
I step forward as he leans his head out of the hotel room and shouts, “Having a laid-back night, Harrison! Yep, yep, super easy. Just having a little talk with Cap’s dick and laying out all the ins and outs of over-abusing Viagra at his old age.”
Old age?
Hooking my arm around Cain’s shoulders, I forcefully drag him out into the hallway where I fully plan to dump his ass. When he comes up spluttering, I narrow my eyes on him. “Whatever you came in my room looking for, you can get it tomorrow.”
He plucks at his old-as-heck T-shirt, righting it over his pecs like I’ve done it major harm. “Don’t worry, I got what I needed.”
And what the hell doesthatmean? My core muscles bunch together as I twist to face him. “What did you say?”
“What did I say or what did I mean?” He throws me an overly dramatic wink, and I have the sudden urge to bench him tomorrow, just for being a prick. “Isaidexactly what I said, but what Imeantis, the team loves Holly, Carter. She’s a good egg and you’re a good guy, but most of us remember how miserable the two of you were by the end of things. Your game was off, and it cost us the Cup.” His hands land on my shoulders, squeezing once. “So, we think that it’s best if you took a little taste of your own medicine . . . focus on the game, Cap, andonlyon the game. We want to win. We don’t want Holly to cry. And even though you can be a major asshole sometimes, we don’t want you looking like some extra out ofThe Walking Deadanymore.”