Page 36 of I Blame the Club

“Your arrogance knows no bounds.”

Mo pushes back against me, his own erection digging into my hip as I lick a path down his neck.

“It’s not arrogance if it’s true.”

Reaching the sensitive spot under his ear, I suck hard enough to leave a mark. He jerks back, glaring at me with hazy eyes.

“What the hell was that?”

I give him a lazy grin, “Just exploring the territory, babe.”

The door to the locker room bangs open, and I look at Mo in panic. His expression remains eerily calm as he untangles himself from my body, and my eyes drop to the tent he’s sporting in his shorts.

Ladies and gentlemen, let it be confirmed that Maurice O’Brien is completely proportionate.

Mo pulls a shirt out of his gym bag just as Millard peeks around the corner, “Hey guys. Wes sent me to retrieve you, Nico.”

Making sure my boner is out of sight, I smile at the rookie over my shoulder, “I'll be right out, thanks Mill.”

“No problem.” Sneaking a glance at Mo’s impressive back muscles, Millard nods and walks away.

As soon as I hear the door close behind him, I turn and find Mo bent over, lacing up his runners. Any thoughts of hiding my hard-on fly out the window as my dick soaks in the view from behind.

“Are you not returning to the field?”

I’m still staring at Mo’s ass when he puts his foot down, his own boner significantly reduced.

This man’s willpower is unbelievable.

“No. I need to burn off some energy.” He shoots me a look, “Alone.”

I hold up my hands in surrender, “I’ve got captain duties to return to. Just wanted to make sure you were feeling better.”

A smirk makes its way onto my face as I spot the red mark forming beneath his ear.

“Right.”

He falls silent, and I wait for the inevitablelet’s pretend this never happenedspeech.

I watch in shock as Mo picks up his gym bag and heads for the door.

“Wait. That’s it?”

He pauses, “I don’t fool around with teammates, Montez. It makes things messy.”

I feel my jaw drop, “You’re worried about messing around with ateammate? Am I missing something here?”

I can count on one hand the number of hookups who claimed to be bisexual the night before and who remained to be bisexual the morning of. The bicurious folk enjoy venturing on the gay side, but when it comes time to face their actions, it’s usually an abort situation.

Mo shakes his head, “One make-out doesn’t change the fact I despise you. And even if I didn’t find your inability to keep your mouth shut intolerable, I still wouldn’t pursue things because of your position on the team.”

I’m stunned speechless, as he continues, “This was a one-off, Montez. I won’t let it happen again.”

It takes a moment for my tongue to remember how to function.

“Maurice, wait.”

He sighs impatiently as I struggle to put the pieces together.

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