Page 32 of I Blame the Club

WES: So much to unpack. Fill me in at practice tomorrow.

ME: Deal. Give Trip a kiss for me.

WES: Already did.

Putting my phone down, my thoughts jump back to the disappointment etched across Mo’s face tonight. In that brief slip of control, I’d gotten a peek behind Mo’s stone cold exterior and found a minefield of explosive emotions.

The only problem is now I want to see more.

Chapter 9

Mo

Nico’s mouth is around my cock.

He puts that infuriating mouth to good use, drawing me in deep before sucking his way back to the tip. His tongue presses against the head of my cock, drawing a moan out of my mouth. The sound echoes around the room, my hands fisting his dark locks as he swallows me back down his throat.

Fuck.

The word rings in my ears and I jerk awake. My sheets are tangled between my legs and my hands are gripping the top sheet like there’s no tomorrow.

Forcing my grip to loosen, I ignore my throbbing dick and glance at the clock. 3:17 AM.

Fuck.

A growl escapes my throat as I rip off the covers, my rock-hard shaft springing up to greet me. I glare at it, feeling betrayed by my own body.

Pushing off my bed, I stalk over to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I hop in without giving it a chance to warm up, hissing out a breath when the cold water hits my back. Numbness takes over and I close my eyes, letting the fleeting moment of peace tether me back to the ground.

Only once I feel a headache coming on, I finally reach down and turn off the tap. Exiting the shower, I don’t bother grabbing a towel before walking to my closet and pulling on some gym gear. The cold droplets running down my back serve as a welcome reminder as to why you don’t fool around with teammates.

By the time I get to the lacrosse field, my foul mood has only gotten worse. My protein shake tasted less than satisfactory this morning and the drive to the university was painfully slow. Not because everyone suddenly decided to leave for work before dawn but because I managed to hit every goddamn red light on the way here.

There’s only five traffic lights in Taber and I managed to hit all five.

Taking note of the two rookies setting up the lacrosse nets, I do a quick scan of the field and note the absent captains. Giving the rookies a nod, I head to the locker room to drop off my gym bag for a post training gym session. I don’t use caffeine to stimulate my body, so the extra endorphins will be a much needed push to get me through the day.

Low murmurs float down the rows of lockers as I turn and head down the farthest one on the end. A tanned, lean body catches my eye as Nico pulls his shorts over his legs. I pause, my unknown arrival giving me the chance to assess the bruised skincovering Nico’s torso. His movements are a lot less stiff than they were yesterday but far from normal.

“You’ll sit this week out and reassess your condition next weekend.”

Nico starts at the sound of my voice, making no effort to put on a shirt before turning to face me.

“And here I thought you might be less bossy on Sundays.” He smirks and my mind flashes back to this morning when those same lips were featured in my R-rated dream.

A bolt of lust shoots through me but I shut it down quickly.

“I’m surprised you were able to get up this morning. I almost had to carry you home. Again.” Ignoring the angry marks etched along Nico’s otherwise smooth chest, I turn and open my locker.

“Training while hungover is one of my greatest superpowers.” He grins in my peripheral, “Although I’m not surprised you’re looking well, we had a bit of a pit stop on the way home.”

Do not rise to the bait.

“We all have our moments.” Tamping down my annoyance, I slowly click the locker closed and turn to find Nico studying me.

“How are you feeling this morning? Any… regrets?”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. He has the subtlety of a toddler throwing a tantrum.

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