Page 55 of Goaltender Interference

“Oh, all kinds of things,” Connor said, smiling down at her. “How about some oatmeal?”

It was all business after that, and Jesse cut up some fruit and whisked eggs for Connor to cook. Evie joined them a few minutes later and it wasn’t long until the food was ready. The four of them sat around the dining table eating and Jesse spent most of the time he wasn’t shoveling food in his face watching Connor and the girls interact.

He was very patient with them and Jesse had a sudden fleeting thought that it was probably just as well Connor was used to thedisasters kids caused or he’d never be as calm as he’d been this morning with Jesse.

But then it was time to make sure they were dressed and their bags were ready and Catherine appeared, ready to take Maura to preschool and Evie to first grade. She gave all of them hugs, then said, “Have fun at camp! Hope it goes well!” and she was out the door like a whirlwind.

“Wow,” Jesse said, dropping onto the couch when she was gone. “She’s a helluva woman.”

Connor shot him a dirty look. “Don’t perv on my ma, you creep.”

“I’m not!” Jesse protested. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s hot, but?—”

Connor loomed over him, scowling. “Don’t call my ma hot either!”

“Well, she is!” Jesse protested, laughing. “But I was talking about her efficiency. She’s got this shit down to a science.”

Connor continued to look peeved. “Why do I feel like you’re still being weird?”

Still laughing, Jesse reached out and hooked his finger into the waistband of Connor’s sweats. “I’m not! I swear. You’re the only O’Shea I want to fuck right now.”

“Right now.”

“Well”—Jesse grinned—“I do like to leave my options open.”

Connor made a huffing noise but he let Jesse tug him forward until he had one hand braced on the back of the couch. “What are you doing?” he asked, though amusement played at the corners of his mouth, nearly hidden by his beard.

“Do we have time for a blowjob?” Jesse licked his lips. “Because I’d love to blow you before we leave.”

Connor cupped his cheek, pressing his thumb against Jesse’s lower lip. “Fuck.”

“Yeah. That’s the idea.” Jesse sucked his thumb in, swirling his tongue around the tip before he released it with a pop.

Sighing, Connor let go, then straightened. “No. We don’t have time. And even if we did, I’m already exhausted. We’ve got testing this morning and I’m already running on fumes. You suck me off and I’ll fall asleep mid-pushup.”

“Damn. Later?”

“Later,” Connor agreed, holding out a hand to pull him up off the couch. “Now, c’mon, Webs. We’ve got camp to get to.”

Jesse was itching to get on the ice, but unfortunately, the first day of training camp was mostly boring stuff.

Physicals and fitness testing came first, both of which Jesse breezed through, then a team meeting. He followed the guys into the room and took a seat next to Tanner, nodding at Gavin who stood at the front of the room.

“How’d it go earlier for you?” Jesse asked Tanner, knocking their knees together.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Connor’s glare when he took a seat on the other side of the room. Dude needed to chill. Jesse had agreed that he wasn’t going to fuck anyone else. Thatdidn’t mean he was never going to touch another human being, for fuck’s sake.

“Fuckin’ nailed it, man.” Tanner’s eyes sparkled.

“I knew you would.” Jesse pounded fists with him. “After camp is over, let’s go out a grab a beer to celebrate. Uhh, not today though. I have plans.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

“Awesome. I’m in.” Tanner leaned in closer. “How’s O’Shea been?”

Jesse hid a smirk when he thought about the sex agreement they’d made. “Oh, you know, bit of a hard-ass but we’re making it work.”

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