Page 44 of Icing the Play

The groan of the garage door opening filtered through the kitchen door.

“Shit.” I hopped off him, grabbed his hand and pulled him from the couch, both of us scrambling into the bathroom. Had we left any cum on my fucking sofa? I huffed a laugh.

He shut the door behind us and flicked on the light. “What’s so funny?” His gaze searched my face.

“I don’t know if we’ve stained my couch yet again.” Shaking my head, I grabbed a washcloth from the towel rack and wet it in the sink. I glanced at him. “Both of us still have our dicks out and we’re completely covered in cum.”

He dropped his gaze to his groin and cupped his junk, giggling. “It’s your fault, and hurry with the washcloth.”

I cleaned myself, rinsed the washcloth, and handed it to him,then flipped my dick into my shorts. With a kiss on his cheek, I said, “I’m going to check on the couch.”

“Yeah, okay.” He wiped his stomach. “What did you mean by staining your couchyet again?” Throwing the washcloth into the sink, he tucked himself into his shorts. “I’m going with you.”

“Okay. Just so you know, my asshole ex roommate got some food, or, at least I hope it was food, on my couch and never cleaned it. So, there’s a stain.” I flung the door open and stepped into the hallway.

Myles followed me as we padded into the main room.

Ace stood in front of the refrigerator, holding a package of chicken in his hand. His gaze flicked to us and narrowed. “I’m going to ask what is probably an obvious question.” He raised the edge of his mouth. “But what the hell were you two doing in the bathroom together? You have bedrooms, right next to each other for that shit.” He set the chicken on the counter.

With a stuttered snicker, I glanced at Myles. I should probably let him handle this. I walked to the couch, inspecting it for any signs of what we’d done.

Myles planted a hand on his hip. “If you must know, some things can’t wait for the bedroom.” He threw Ace a wicked smile. “You can’t stop spur of the moment?—”

“Okay, shut up.” He held up his palm to Myles. “I’m guessing if I hadn’t gotten sidetracked by our trainer after the gym today, I would have walked in on you two.”

Myles lifted his chin and glanced at me. “Maybe.”

The couch was clean. Thank fucking God. My attention drew to Ace. “Hey, sorry, man. Like he said, spur of the moment.” With a chuckle, I skimmed my palm down the back of my hair. “Your guy, Myles, here is just too irresistible.”

“Yuck. Never say that to me again.” He scoffed a laugh. “Jesus, you two. Zoma and I keep it in the bedroom.”

“Every time?” Myles lifted his brows.

Zoma, entering from the garage, peered at Ace, me, and then Myles. “No, not every time.” He kissed Ace on the cheek anddropped his backpack on the kitchen island next to mine. “Ace gets nasty just about anywhere. It’s one thing I love about him.” He patted Ace on the ass.

“Babe, TMI.” Ace made the motion of zipping his lips.

With a tut, Zoma said, “Really, babe. Everyone knows the first time we met, we hooked up in the men’s room at the gay bar.” He strutted past Ace, then us, and into the hallway.

I stared at Zoma, my mouth hanging open. Maybe there was something to this gay bar they kept talking about. “When are you bringing me there?”

“First home game win, we’ll all go.” Ace pulled a pan out of a lower cupboard.

“Hockey or football?” I flashed a smirk at Ace. Because the real hockey games didn’t start until October. It could be a long wait.

“Either.” Myles edged into my side, draping an arm over my shoulders. “If the Coyotes aren’t traveling, we’ll get all the guys to go.”

Ace huffed a laugh. “Good luck with the logistics, but we’ll see if we can make it work.” He set the pan on the stove. “Chicken for dinner. In case you couldn’t tell.” He flashed his eyes at Myles.

“We can always go with your football friends. I know JJ isn’t a fan, but maybe we can talk him into it.” Myles kissed my cheek.

Except that JJ didn’t want to see us together for a while. “Yeah, sure.” I chewed my lower lip. “We have another home game this week against Mississippi, and then we’re on the road the next two weekends.” My gaze cut to Myles. Our schedules were about to get complicated.

“Yeah?” He lowered his brows. “Maybe this weekend then.” A smirk swept over his mouth. “If you guys win.”

“We’ll win.” I scoffed.

The next morning,I was at the gym with the guys before classes started. I’d wanted to bulk up a little more this season. So I was hitting the weights with Eli, our behemoth of a linebacker. I glanced behind me at JJ, doing squats. We’d hardly spoken since I’d told him how I felt about Myles.

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