Page 76 of The Hat Trick

Itake Chandler into the bathroom to clean her up and take care of her after everything she just did. She was fucking incredible, and I need her to know that.

Turning on the shower I keep her naked body held against mine, her head is resting against my chest. She’s barely holding herself up, but I’m willing to help her. I’ll do anything for her at this point. I think we all would.

I’m not sure what Dumont and McQuaid are doing and I’m glad they didn’t insist on following us in here. I have always enjoyed aftercare and especially after watching her tonight she deserves to be treated like a queen. And I want to be the one to treat her that way.

The water warms up and I lead her inside the large modern shower. Dumont’s apartment is really nice, upgraded and what I know a majority of my teammates tend to go for, whether it’s newly built giant homes or penthouses similar to this.

I take my time washing Chandler’s whole body, she leans into me, moans when I clean where she’s extra sensitive. Even though my dick twitches at her noises, her wet body and the way she continues to hold onto me as an invitation, my brain knows better.

“You did so well,” I tell her, showering her with so much praise I wonder if she will tell me to stop because it’s too much. She doesn’t, she just hums in satisfaction, leaning into me more as I move the washcloth down her body once again.

Even though I’m extremely hard for her again by the end of the shower, I wrap her in a towel as she looks up at me. Her green eyes are shining, surrounded by her eyelashes that are wet from the shower. She gives me a small smile I can’t help but kiss from her puffy lips. She tries to deepen it, but I don’t let her, pulling back before she’s able to convince me otherwise.

I push her hair away from her face. “You need to sleep, beautiful.”

Her face scrunches like she wants to argue, but she yawns which cuts off whatever she wanted to say. Instead, she says, “What time is it?”

“Probably like two in the morning, why?”

A smile grin spreads on her lips. “Then Happy New Year, Brent.” She rises up on the tips of her toes, unable to reach for me since her arms are constricted in the towel I’m holding around her. I lean down to meet her lips in a gentle kiss.

I lead her back into the bedroom where I see McQuaid has passed out on his stomach on one end of the bed, though the fucker is sprawled out on top of the covers and giving everyone a view of his ass no one wants to see. Well, Chandler might, but I sure as shit don’t.

Vince comes back into the room balancing four glasses of water, he makes an annoyed sound when he sees the state of McQuaid on his bed.

“I’m going to have to burn these sheets now,” he complains.

Chandler chuckles, wiggling out of my grip to walk over to him. “Was it worth it at least?” she asks, coyly.

I watch the look he gives her, instantly softening his eyes in her direction and setting the waters down on one of the nightstands. “You make it worth it.” He kisses her, and I think she’s going to try to push him for more and he will let her, but he doesn’t. Instead, he smooths the hair from her face and smiles. I can see he wants to say more to her but is holding back.

I wonder if she can see the emotions written all over his face, and all the things he wants to say to her. Instead, he takes her over to his closet, I put my own clothes back on and when they emerge, she’s wearing a Dragons t-shirt that falls to her mid-thigh. She smiles at me as my eyes trail over her legs, up to her breasts, then her face.

“Like what you see, Collee?” she teases.

“You know I do.”

She turns around and that’s when I see what’s on the back of the shirt and send a glare in Vince’s direction when the “Dumont 47” is staring right at me. The look she sends me over her shoulder lets me know she is aware of what is there.

“You know, I think it’s only fair you wear my number at some point too, beautiful,” I tell her with a joking tone.

She turns back around to face me with a shrug. “Maybe I will.”

I watch her get settled into Dumont’s bed, pushing McQuaid over to make more room. He grunts but finally obliges and as soon as Chandler is settled under the covers, he yanks her body against his. She squeals in surprise before trying to push him away briefly before giving up. I see the smug smile on that fucker’s face once she ceases and I roll my eyes.

“I’m going to head home,” I announce.

“Why?” Chandler furrows her brows.

I lean over the side of the bed to hover over her as much as I can with McQuaid still plastered to her side.

“Because you need sleep and I know if all three of us are here that won’t happen.”

“It still might not with these two,” she tries to tempt me, but I just chuckle before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“You’re coming to our next game.” I don’t leave any room for argument.

She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, “Maybe.”

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