Page 66 of Icing the Play

“Hey, babe.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, planted a hard kiss on his cheek, and then dropped my arms to my sides. “You played so well tonight.”

“I did.” He beamed at me. “You seem to be a good luck charm for me.”

“Myles, give yourself some credit.” Zoma squeezed his shoulder and then walked toward the hallway. “I’ll be studying in my room so you can have the house to yourselves.” He waved behind him.

“Here, let me help you with your bag.” I lifted the strap of the duffel off his shoulder and set it on the floor behind the couch. “Make yourself comfortable and I’ll get you some ice.” I strode to the freezer and grabbed an ice pack. “Are you bruised up much?”

He stared at me. “Sure, uh, let me put on my sweats, eh?” With a smirk, he left the room.

Was I being over the top? Probably. But I wouldn’t be here tomorrow night to give him the attention he deserved. Grabbing another Gatorade from the refrigerator and some paper towels, I brought everything to the couch and sat down, waiting for him.

After a few minutes, he strolled from the hallway, his ASU sweats hugging his body in all the right places. Raking his fingers through his bangs, he said, “This sure is a warm welcome.” He dropped in next to me. “How’d you like the game?”

“It was fun. Eli helped me understand what was a legal hit and what wasn’t.” I lifted the hem of his sweatshirt. “Jesus Christ.” A purplish bruise the size of a baseball marred his side. I’d only picked a spot and found the bruise. How many more bruises did he have?

“Yeah, I got hit by a puck between my pads. Hurt like a mother.” He chuckled. “Thanks.” He grabbed the ice pack,wrapped it in a paper towel, and held it to his side. “This is the worst of them.”

“I didn’t even see the puck hit you.” I opened his Gatorade and handed it to him. This was a different side to Myles. On the ice, the guy was tough as nails.

“Yeah, it was mid skate, so I barely had time to register it myself.” He took a few gulps of his drink.

“Won’t you be sore at the game tomorrow?” I winced. Of course he’d be. At least football players had a week to recover before the next game. But practices could suck pretty bad after a game…

“Yeah, but our trainer will take care of me.” He relaxed into the couch. “What were you and Zoma talking about?” he asked, arching a brow.

“Nothing.” My cheeks flamed. “Just roommate stuff.” I bit my upper lip and released it. I needed to change the subject, and fast. “So, I have to wake up around seven to meet with the team.”

“Okay.” He sipped his drink. “Does that mean you’re sleeping in your own room?” He peered at me.

“It doesn’t mean that.” I inched closer to him and draped an arm around the back of the couch, over his shoulders. We’d been sleeping together pretty much every night. “I’d probably get a better night’s sleep if you were in my bed with me.”

“Oh, really.” He gave me a coy grin.

“Uh-huh.” I leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss on his lips. “We can just lay there and cuddle.”

“Yeah, I’m beat and that sounds nice.” He removed the ice pack from his side and set it on the table. “In fact, I’m pretty tired after the game, so…“

“Let’s get you into bed.” Rising, I grabbed the ice pack. “You want to use this, or are you done with it?”

“I’m done with it.” He stood and stretched, his taut stomach muscles peeking out from under his sweatshirt.

My gaze ran along the thin line of hair leading into the bandof his sweats, and my dick twitched.Stand down. Myles was tired, and we’d already had the best sex ever this afternoon. “Okay, I’ll meet you in your room.” I set the ice pack back in the freezer, readied for bed, and strolled into his room in only my briefs.

Resting on his side, he opened the covers for me. “Climb up in here.” The corner of his lips lifted.

I tucked myself into his side, the warmth from his body heating my skin as I rested my cheek on his chest. Tomorrow I’d be out of town. “I’ll keep in touch and let you know when we can have our phone sex.”

His chuckle rumbled in my ear. “Sounds good. But I have to admit, I’m a little scared about your plan.”

I lifted my head, my gaze meeting his. “Scared? It’s all good. It’s not like you can’t take the sleeve off you.” I raked my teeth over my lower lip and my dick plumped against his thigh. If we kept talking like this, we might not go to sleep.

“Yeah, but I won’t.” His grin turned wicked. “We should have a rule. Whoever has the toy can’t take it off.”

“That means you want to try it on me?” I lifted my brows. I’d only thought about using it on him. “Maybe I should have bought two of them.”

“Oh, can you imagine?” He pulled my head onto his chest and rested his chin in my hair. “You have to be up early, eh. No more talk.”

I nodded, snuggling into him and closing my eyes.

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