Page 57 of Goaltender Interference

Connor shot him a glance out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. Glaring at Tanner and me.”

“I wasn’t glaring,” Connor retorted. “I was?—”

Jesse settled a hand on his thigh.

“What are you doing?” Connor said warily.

“Nothing.” Jesse grinned. “Continue. You were …”

“Uh.” Connor cleared his throat. “I was keeping an eye on things. Making sure you were behaving.”

“What’d you think? That Tanner and I were going to go at it in the middle of a team meeting?”

“Of course not,” Connor sputtered.

Jesse’s grin widened, his hand inching a little higher on Connor’s sweatpants. “Suuure.”

Connor pulled into the left-turn lane and slowed to a stop, glaring at Jesse. “Gavin ordered me to keep an eye on you is all. I’m trying to domy jobas captain.”

Jesse squeezed his thigh. “And you’re doing such a good job keeping me in line,” he cooed.

“Oh fuck you,” Connor said, though he was laughing a little.

“No, it’s true. You’ve got me all locked down. I’m at the rink on time every day and I’m not staying out late for hookups.”

Jesse rubbed a circle on Connor’s thigh and Connor resisted the urge to spread his legs wider and give him better access. “Well?—”

Behind him, someone honked.

“Light’s green,” Jesse said.

Connor cursed and hit the accelerator.

“You know, you’re practically a miracle worker,” Jesse said a moment later. He shifted, leaning a little closer to Connor, the edge of his pinkie grazing Connor’s dick.

“I’m sure somebody will give me a trophy for it,” he said through gritted teeth. He glanced over to check for traffic so he could merge into the right lane. This was dangerous but it sent an unexpected thrill through Connor. Exciting, because he’d never done anything like it before.

He was getting hard already and Jesse had barely touched him.

“They’ll name it the Jesse L. Webber trophy I’m sure,” Jesse said brightly. “For the team captain who does the best job keeping their worst-behaved player in line.”

Connor laughed, flicking on his right turn signal and turning right. “L? What does that stand for?”

“Lee. For my grandfather.”

“Ahh.” He cruised down the street for a moment before the thought occurred to him. “Wait, why would it be named afteryou? It should be named afterme,” he grumbled. “I’m the one doing all of the fucking hard work here.”

“Oh yeah,sohard.” Jesse leered, cupping his dick.

Connor growled, “Cut it out!” but he didn’t really mean it. And when he glanced back at the upcoming light, he realized it was red and the car ahead of him had stopped.

Connor stomped down, screeching to a halt and leaving half a tire’s worth of rubber behind. He stopped in time, but barely. He was practically in the car’s trunk. The driver shot him a dirty look in the rearview mirror and held up a middle finger.

Connor gave her a weak smile and wave.

“Jesse!” he fumed, turning to look at him.

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