Page 25 of Icing the Play

I did not want her in my place. “My roommate’s a slob and an asshole.” I twisted around, leaning my back against the wall and chewing my thumbnail. What to do? Go home and sleep this off? “You know what?” I scoffed. “I have to move tomorrow. I’m going to head home. Give me your number and maybe I’ll call you later this week.” There, then I’d get her off my back.

She strutted to me. “Okay. Maybe you could take me to dinner this week?” She slipped her phone from the back pocket of her skin-tight jeans.

“Yeah.” Whatever, I wouldn’t call her. After fishing my phone out, I got her number. “Let’s go back downstairs.” My insides grew numb from all the shots. Taking her hand, I led her down the stairs and toward the entryway. Shit, I had to piss. “Hold on a minute. I need to use the restroom.”

I strode down a back hallway and ducked into a room.

Myles stood there, eyes wide, drying his hands on a black towel at a copper sink. “Oh, Cooper, it’s you.”

With my stomach twisting, I lunged at him, grabbing his cheeks with my hands. With my lips grazing his, I halted and dipped my head. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Dropping my hands to my sides, I fisted them. “I’m a mess, Myles. I don’t know what to do.” My secret was out, and I was an ass. I’d just tried to kiss my best friend’s boyfriend. Fuck. Me.

He grabbed my fist and held it between us. “Where’s Danica?”

I peeked at him, my vision blurring. Was I swaying or standing still? Shit, the shots were hitting hard. “Out um, out there.” I lifted a finger toward the door. “I have to pith and then I’m gon home.” My tongue wasn’t working. Did he even understand what I’d said?

“You’re really drunk, Cooper. Let me take you home.” He wound an arm around my shoulders, and I melted into his side. God, he felt good. I sniffed his hair.

“You want me to help you piss first?” He chuckled.

Snatching my zipper, I dropped it and then unfastened the button at the top. “Ihave to hold it, or I’ll get a fucking hard on.” I worked my plumping dick free, pulled it out of my jeans and looked down. My dick was hard as a rock and pointing at my face, even without him holding it. “Oops, too late.” I snickered. I’d lost all sense of decency at this point. My gaze met Myles’s.

His brown eyes darkened, and his lips parted. “Oh, my, um…” He peeked at my cock and his cheeks reddened. “How about if I wait outside?” He slipped his arm from my shoulders.

I stumbled sideways toward a tub. “Fuck.” My dick was out, damn it. I looked like a fool.

Snatching my arm, he righted me. “Cooper…” He snorted. “You know, one time I was like this with Tyler? He had to help me piss. Except, I wasn’t hard.” He held the back of his hand to his mouth and giggled. “The fact that you’re this drunk and hard is very impressive.”

“Yeah?” I swayed my hips, my dick swinging, staggered and straightened. Might as well make fun of myself and go with it. Then maybe I’d go soft and end this nightmare.

He let out a fresh round of giggles. “Okay, just push it down and go.”

“Help me.” Lifting the toilet seat, I straddled the bowl and bent forward, resting my hand on the tank. I swayed again.

Grabbing my hips, he stepped behind me, his dick brushing against my ass.

Wait, was he hard too? I pushed my cock down and strained, but nothing came out. “Myles, I don’t know if I can do this with you watching me.” And your hard dick touching my ass. Holy hell, could this be any more awkward?

“Oh.” He pressed his forehead between my shoulders.

A shiver rolled up my spine, and my cock jerked in my hand. Not helpful. I breathed deeply. Football, think about football. My mind replayed the great run I’d had tonight, plowing through all the linebackers like they were nothing. Relaxing, I pissed.

After, I wiped myself off, threw the tissue in the toilet and flushed. As I tucked my still swollen cock into my underwear and jeans, I said, “Thank you, Myles.” I twisted around, focusing on him.

His gaze dipped to my mouth, the heat of his hands still on my hips scorching my skin. As his tongue flicked over his lower lip, his breath hitched. “We uh, better go.” His throat dipped with a hard swallow.

“Uh, yeah.” I wrinkled my brows. “Hey, I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to, um, to kiss you.” Oh, hell yes, I had.

“It’s okay. You’re drunk. You probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” He swung around me and hooked his arm around my waist. “Come on, let me help you out of here. We can’t have you falling down and hurting yourself.”

Oh, I’d remember every second of this in the morning. All of it. I ambled out of the room with Myles holding me up.

“What’s going on?” JJ stood in the hallway, his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at us.

Danica stood next to JJ, mirroring his stance. “You better have a good explanation, Cooper.”

I dropped my jaw open. What was it to her? We weren’t fucking dating. But JJ…I snuck a peek at him. “Myles was helping me out.”

“Uh-huh.” JJ tongued the corner of his mouth. “With what?”

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