Page 86 of Crossing Lines

The puck tore high and to the corner. The red goal light went off with the horn.

“Fuckin’ A. We scored!” As my heart flipped in my chest, I jumped on my skates to Hopkins, and we wrapped each other up in hockey hugs.

“Way to start the game, Boehm.” He cackled.

After winningthe Colorado game and enjoying a much-deserved day of rest, we mentally prepared ourselves for our next match against Michigan. We’d spent the day reviewing game footage and coming up with a strategy. All the while, I was more focused than I’d ever been. I knew at the end of this my prize was Ryan. That single thought kept me from doing stupid shit, like ending up in his room after everyone went to bed. It did not stop me from fucking with him a little bit.

I sat on my hotel bed in my room with Archer, my phone in my hand, perusing Ryan’s Instagram photos. I glanced at Archer, playing a game on his phone. With a smirk teasing my lips, I opened my text app, then typed.

Jonah

Jerking off and thinking of you. Just thought you should know.

Rhonda.

With Archer in the room???

Jonah

How do you know he’s in the room?

Rhonda

Where else would he be? You’re supposed to be getting a good night’s rest.

Jonah

Still, it feels so fucking good.

Rhonda

You’re killing me here.

Jonah

Popped a boner yet? I’m so fucking hard for you.

My dick tingled in my pajama bottoms. Shit, just texting about it with him was making me hard, and I wasn’t even touching myself.

Rhonda

Damn it. Yes.

“Hey, who you texting? Coach Hot Stuff?” Archer’s gaze was on me.

“Uh, yeah.” I bit my thumb, willing my cock to stand down. Now was not a great time for a hard-on.

He threw me a smirk. “No sexting. I don’t need to see your fucking pajamas tenting like that. God.” With a scoff, he rolled over to his side, his back to me.

“Yeah? You did it to me with Leo.” I looked down. Yep, hewas right. I adjusted myself. “At least I had the decency to leave the room.”

“Dude, we have a big game tomorrow. I’m not leaving, and you need to put the phone down or go in the bathroom or something.” With a huff, he punched at his pillow.

Jonah

I finished. There’s cum all over me. Good night.

Oh, that was mean. With the edge of my mouth curling, I made to set my phone down. It buzzed, and I tapped the messages open again.

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