Page 83 of Goaltender Interference

“You don’t have to beexactlylike them though,” Jesse pointed out.

“I know. And I don’t expect to be. But I’d like to havesomefucking success on my own.”

Jesse frowned, concerned by the bitter note in his voice. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” Connor rubbed a hand across his face. “Hangry, maybe. I need to get some food in me.”

Jesse stood, digging a protein bar out of his carry-on bag. He flipped it to Connor. “Here.”

Connor gave him a faint smile. “Thanks. I have some in my room though.”

“But you’re in my room at the moment. So, enjoy.”

Connor shrugged and peeled back the wrapper, taking a big bite. “Thanks.”

“Sure.”

“Know what else will cheer you up?” Jesse asked, sauntering toward him.

Connor shot him a skeptical glance. “No. What?”

“A nice sloppy blowjob.” He licked his lips.

Connor groaned. “Jesse … we talked about this.”

“No,youtalked about it,” Jesse pointed out. “And you’re in my room already, so why not take advantage?”

“We’re leaving for supper in like twenty minutes. You’re not even dressed.”

Jesse shrugged, dropping to his knees. “Good. I won’t make a mess of my nice suit.”

“Jesse …”

“Connor.” Jesse settled his hands on Connor’s thighs. “Do you want a blowjob or not?”

Connor groaned, settling his hands on Jesse’s head. “Of course I do.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Fifteen minutes later, both fully dressed, Connor peered through the peephole of Jesse’s door. “I think the coast is clear,” he hissed.

“Dude. It’ll befine, Connor.”

“I’ve gotta duck into my room and grab my jacket and wallet. You follow in five. Come down in a different elevator.” He spoke in a stage whisper.

Jesse rolled his eyes. “Sure. Okay.”

Connor turned back to face him. “I’m being serious!”

“So am I. I’m not gonna out you,” Jesse said.

Connor’s shoulders slumped. “It’s not just that.”

“Hey, I know.” Jesse patted Connor’s chest. He looked so fucking good in a pair of charcoal slacks and a crisp white button-down shirt. Goddamn were his eyes pretty right now too. Such a deep shade of blue under those glowering ginger brows. “You’re trying to be a good captain and lead by example. I get it. I’m not going to fuck shit up for you, I promise.”

Connor hesitated, like he was about to say something but thought better of it. Instead, he frowned, reaching up to thumb at Jesse’s mouth. “Shit, your lips are red.”

Jesse glanced in the nearby mirror, then shrugged. They were a little pink and swollen, maybe. He got pretty into giving head. “Yeah. So?”

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