Page 82 of I Blame the Club

Maurice nods, “Better but your language needs some work. Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

He takes my arm and leads me away from the seething woman. We don’t stop walking until we hit a booth in the far corner and laughter explodes from my body.

“Babe, the look on her face!” Wiping my eyes, I lean against the edge of the table, “That was fucking brilliant.”

He raises a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips, “Entertained, Montez?”

“Quality entertainment. I would pay top dollar to replay that scene one more time.” My laughter dies down as a terrifying thought occurs to me.

“Shit, Maurice. I totally outed you.” Mind racing, I push off the table and start to pace, “We can still undo this. I can say it was a misunderstanding with a jealous ex-

“Montez.”

I stop my rambling and turn to see him watching me with amusement, “I don’t care what people think. I spoke the truth and there’s no changing that.”

“But-

“But nothing. You didn’t force my hand, so take a deep breath and calm down.” Stepping forward, he drops his hands to my shoulders, “I never do anything I don’t want to do. If I didn’t want to say something, I wouldn’t have. Got it?”

I nod, sucking in a breath and letting it out. Maurice watches me closely, rubbing soothing circles on my shoulders that has my heart melting and my dick stirring.

“How did you know she sends nudes?”

He shrugs, “Her tits were out and she knew my name. Didn’t take much to make an educated guess.”

I burst out laughing, “The fact you delivered that with a straight face makes you my new favourite person.”

Something flashes across his face before he smirks, trailing his fingers down my shoulders to the foil-wrapped edges of my costume.

“You wore this for me.”

It’s not a question but a statement.

One I plead guilty to.

I shake my head, “I wore this for my other assistant coach who hates my guts but can’t keep his hands off me.”

“Is that right.”

Maurice takes a step closer, flicking the blue wrapper of one of the many condoms taped to my body. I am a walking, talking, condom vending machine and it’s got to be the best investment I've ever made in my life.

I nod, feeling my blood thicken as the distance closes between us, “You’ve probably heard of him, once upon a time he was sort of a big deal at Taber University. Went by the name Tiny But Mighty.”

His smirk breaks into a full-blown grin and it takes every ounce of self-control not to rip off a condom and put it to good use in the closest bathroom stall. I’ve only had two drinks over the last six hours but if a cop registered me a sobriety test right now there’s no way in hell I would pass.

Because looking at Maurice O’Brien, I’ve never felt more intoxicated in my life.

“Tiny is a first for me.” He squints at the closest condom, the one I painfully taped to my left nipple, “But at least you got the condom size right.”

I choke out a laugh, “The cashier gave me the most disbelieving look when I checked those out this afternoon.”

“You didn’t want to use self-checkout?”

“Hell no, I wanted to show off these extra-large condoms.”

He laughs and the rumbling sound goes straight to my dick. Every fibre of my being is screaming at me to close the gap between us and kiss him but the raucous cheer of my teammates has me hesitating.

It’s one thing for Maurice to label himself as bisexual to a total stranger, it’s another thing for us to kiss in front of my teammates. Although rumours will spread about the newfound label, there will be no evidence tying us together.

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