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I shrugged, not wanting to get into details, the less everyone knew the better.

“Well, you don't have to be best friends, but whatever you're doing during practices is working,” he said, stripping off his underwear. “So, keep doing it and we might have a chance at being a decent team. Maybe even making it to the playoffs.”

I stilled at his words. Hockey players were notoriously superstitious, but what if he was right? We did start playing better after we kissed after that one home game and we started doing better after we had our threesome. Dammit, why did Cap have to say anything?

Maybe regular threesomes weren’t such a bad idea. We could relieve our tension, have fun and win games. The more I thought about it the more sense it made and the only thing that would make it solid was a contract. We would have rules, and an NDA. Dammit! It could be perfect.

15

Romeo

Iwas fucking screwed. What I thought was going to be a way to blow off some steam, be anonymous and experiment with my sexuality, was biting me in the ass. The sweet social media manager I had been flirting with was the woman I had jacked off to plenty in the last year.

I had paid her so much money, bid on her private shows and met her in person to have a threesome that was so fucking good. This was supposed to be separate from my hockey life and now the two worlds, I thought I had kept apart, were colliding.

The moment I saw her tattoo I knew who she was, I had fucking kissed that very tattoo. It suited her and it was sexy as hell, following the curve of her body. I wish I had never seen it. Now I couldn’t look at her anymore without my body growing hot and all I wanted to do was push her against a wall and have a repeat.

This inner war was not helped by the fact that I had kissed Riggs again and we rutted against each other until I ran away. I had no idea what the fuck was going on in my life. I was tempted to fake an injury to be pulled off the starting lineup, so I didn’t have to deal with the consequences of my actions.

Except I couldn’t be a coward and not when we had just won another game. It seemed after having a threesome and kissing Riggs again, my hockey game was fucking phenomenal. It's like Riggs and I had started to click, and while I was grateful, it made me worry someone was going to catch on that we had kissed… twice. So, I was extra mean to him and still taunted him when I could, but now, it unfortunately turned me on.

I was in the locker room sitting on the bench, enjoying the high of the win. The guys were excited, making plans to go out for a drink and even Coach looked happy, which was weird since that man always had a scowl on his face.

“You were on fire today, Gomez,” Cap said, patting my shoulder as he walked to his locker. “You need to keep it up and do whatever you have been doing to keep this good juju we have. I told Riggs the same thing, you are finally working together.”

I stilled at Riggs’ name as it made me anxious as hell, and I couldn’t help but steal a glance at him. He was shirtless, the ripple of his abs was highlighted by the sweat he still had on his body. My mouth dried at the scene before me.

“I think I’m getting used to the game,” I said, tearing my eyes away from Riggs before I walked over to him and licked his abs.

“Well, whatever it is, rookie, I’m so pumped for the rest of the season.” Cap grinned. “We only go up from here.”

“Hell yeah!” Webber yelled as a few guys agreed.

My neck prickled with awareness when I glanced at Riggs again. We locked eyes and I saw the heat in his eyes. My body flushed with desire, with the need to feel his lips on me. Dammit, I felt like a teenager again, always so fucking horny.

I shook off the need to kiss him or worse drag him to a dark corner and act out my fantasies. I took off my sweaty uniform and quickly hopped in to shower before I saw Riggs again and did something stupid. The guys were joking in the shower as I kept to myself, keeping my mind blank before I popped wood.

Just as I toweled off to go change, I ran into Riggs. I wanted to lash out at him, but a small whimper fell from my lips at our contact. His head snapped towards me, making me panic, slipping as I tried to get away from him. Webber thankfully caught me, and laughed at me. He teased me as I practically ran to my locker.

This fucking sucked. Riggs and Valencia had turned me into a whimpering mess. I was in such a hurry to leave, my shirt was on backwards and I didn’t even put socks on as I slipped on my boots. As I was almost running out of the locker room, I ran into Valencia.

“Shit,” I said, catching her before we both fell to the ground.

“Jesus Christ,” she said, holding onto my shoulder, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I… I’m… Sorry.”

Her cheeks grew red as we stayed tangled together for maybe a moment too long.

“My fault,” I said, righting us by pushing the strap of her camera bag on her shoulder. “It seems we like to run into each other.”

Images of her tied up came to mind and I had to stifle a groan.

“I wasn’t paying attention,” I said, blushing at my words as more images of our threesome popped up in my mind.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. I couldn’t go on like this, I had to clear the air and maybe I would stop feeling so self-conscious.

“It’s fine, I was looking at my phone,” she said, her blush deepening.

Did she know who I was too? I don’t think I had ever seen her blush so much. Fuck, she knew.

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