Page 35 of I Blame the Club

He ignores the insult and wanders closer, “Did an artist sculpt you? There’s no way these things are real.”

To my utter disbelief, he pokes my left pec.

I grab his hand before he can touch me again, “Most artists charge for their work. And trust me when I say you couldn’t afford me.”

Nico grins, “Name a price and I will rob a bank.”

Staring at the impossible man in front of me, a chuckle escapes my lips.

Nico’s eyes lit up at the sound, “Now that I have you in a good mood, I want to formerly apologize for my co-captain. There was a misunderstanding, and he took it out on you. That was wrong and I'm sorry.”

I frown, “Communication is important, especially as a captain.”

“Extenuating circumstances aside, that is something I promise to work on.” He winks, “It’s not every day I get saved by a lacrosse legend.”

“You’re ridiculous.” I try to keep a straight face, but a smirk tugs at my lips.

“You love it.”

Nico’s eyes drop to my mouth and the tension from last night resurfaces. My sleepless night must be taking its toll because just like moments before, I feel my control start to slip.

“I really don’t.” I realize I’m still holding his hand, but instead of letting go, I use it to pull him closer.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care.”

His tongue peeks out as he licks his lips, his gaze dropping to my bare chest. Grabbing his chin, I tilt his head until his eyes are back on mine.

“Tell me one thing, Montez. How serious are you and the boyfriend?”

He frowns, staring back at me, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Now it’s my turn to frown, “Who were you talking to the other day?”

“Huh?” Scrunching up his face, Nico suddenly laughs, “Oh! You mean Lacey, Wes’ younger sister – we go way back.”

“Good to know.”

He doesn’t have time to respond before I crash my mouth on his.

Nico

I have died and gone to heaven.

It’s the only explanation for what is happening right now.

Mo’s lips land on mine, and I don’t even hesitate. I take what I’ve wanted since Taber’s lacrosse legend arrived back in Taber.

Pulling that sinful body closer, I press every inch of us together as Mo snakes his tongue into my mouth. Hard muscle meets my torso as I push him against the locker, my hands tangling through that perfect hair as he claims my mouth. We fight for control, biting and pulling at each other until finally Mo snaps.

Letting out a growl, he spins us around so I’m the one with my back pressed against the locker, completely at his mercy.

“Always in control. Typical.” I pant the words against his mouth, letting my hands roam the bare chest in front of me.

Mo smirks, “Why would I let someone else take the lead when I know I can do it better?”

Shoving his knee between my legs, he pins me against the lockers and reclaims my mouth. I hike my leg over his hip and grind against him, my dick getting harder by the minute.

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