Page 48 of Anti Player

Oh boy.

“Yeah, we can do that, but we need to go back to the apartment and change if you’re playing hockey.”

My son nods and we get in the car. We drive to the apartment and park in the underground garage.

In the elevator we bump into Ellie and Syd.

After initial hellos, Ellie asks Asher if he’s in camp.

My son nods. “I go to day camp but now I’m going to my friend Kaleb’s hockey camp. It’s more fun than my other camp.”

Ellie gives me a crooked grin.

“My camp is the best,” Syd says to Asher. “It’s a fashion design camp. Everybody gets to create something.”

“That sounds cool,” I say to Syd.

“Hey, why don’t you guys come over for dinner Saturday night? We can watch a movie and order takeout,” Ellie suggests.

“That would be nice,” I say to her.

“I’ll tell Connor to invite Brett.”

“I doubt my brother wants to spend his Saturday night watching a kids’ movie, but he can try.” I laugh.

“The eternal bachelor,” Ellie says, rolling her eyes.

“You know my brother well,” I joke.

We get off on our floor.

“I’ll be in touch on Friday about the plans,” Ellie chimes as we get off the elevator.

“Thanks,” I return.

We say bye to Syd and Ellie and then head into the apartment.

“You go grab your skates and put on a pair of long pants,” I tell my son.

I head into my room to change out of my shorts since it’s cold in the sports complex. The idea of seeing Kaleb again so soon makes my cheeks heat. He was so alpha, the way he took charge, but it was also his hot body and our chemistry that made things so explosive. It makes me wonder if I’ll be able to act normal around him, or if I’ll be remembering the way I sat on his face and had the strongest orgasm of my life.

I slip on a pair of leggings, and I put on a hoodie with a zipper so I can take it off if I get too hot.

I look around for Brett, but he isn’t here.

With Asher ready, we drive over to the sports complex. We see Kaleb at the entrance. He smiles and we have a moment of silence as we check each other out. My skin heats and mypulse quickens. My body clearly remembers what he is capable of doing to it.

I have to blink to clear my mind from being drunk on Kaleb.

He directs Asher to his group.

I thank him.

Brett walks over to us, and I almost choke on my own spit.

“What’s up?” he asks, looking me over like he wants to make sure I haven’t lost any pieces of myself.

“Asher is in love with hockey camp. He just told me he wants to be a famous hockey player like Uncle Brett.”

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