Page 82 of Man Advantage

Pursing my lips, I rocked my head back and forth. “You make a valid point.”

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.”

We exchanged looks, and the hunger smoldering in his eyes had me unbearably hard. I’d justhadto buy a place out by the practice facility instead of close to the arena, hadn’t I? Fucking hell.

On the other hand, the drive back would give me more time to tease him into oblivion. I could live with that.

Outside the garage where players parked, there was a section of sidewalk where fans often gathered before and after games, hoping for autographs. Sometimes I stopped. Sometimes I didn’t. They were mostly nice, and it was fun to see them light up.

Tonight, I needed to get us home. Like now. Ideally before one or both of us burst into flames from pure horniness.

On the other hand…

I grinned to myself and pulled into the lane where my teammates and I usually stopped.

Beside me, Cam stiffened. “What are you doing?”

I flashed him a grin. “Making you wait, just because it’s fun to make you squirm.”

Then I turned to the fans and rolled down the window.

“Oh, you asshole…” Cam muttered just loud enough for me to hear.

I snickered, but quickly shifted my attention to the fans standing beside the car. I thought for a second this might’ve been a bad idea—the flirting with Cam had left me in a somewhat… visible state of needing him. But I was in an SUV that sat up pretty high, and it was dark out, so nobody could see much. And hell, it actually gave me a sec to calm down so I could drive comfortably.

Cam didn’t say a word as I signed photos, pucks, and a jersey for gathered fans. He kept his expression schooled, too—smiling at people when they peered across to see who was riding with me. I was probably going to get asked about this later—about who my “mystery man” was—but the fans were polite and so was Cam. He may not have been media-trained, but he knew how not to offend people or tip them off that there was any tension inside the vehicle.

Especially since it wasn’t bad tension. It wasn’t like we were fighting; I still wondered sometimes if fans had picked up on that whenever I’d stopped with Bryan beside me. Hewasmedia-trained, and he was very good at putting on a happy husband face, but sometimes you could justfeelit.

Tonight, there was nothing negative, just me relentlessly teasing the helplessly horny man sitting beside me. Teasing myself, too, but that would just make everything hotter once we finally tore off these clothes. As I made my way down the line, I wondered more than once if I should’ve just waved at the fans and kept driving. We all did that sometimes—the fans appreciated when we stopped, but we were hardly required to—and I’d have been miles down the interstate by now. Almost home. Almost fucking Cam.

Yeah, definitely a good thing the fans couldn’t see much beyond the top of my steering wheel, because I was far from calming down. So much for driving comfortably. By the time I made it to the end of the line of fans, I was shocked I wasn’t out of breath.

Finally, though, I was done. I waved at the fans, rolled up the window, pulled away from the curb, and managed to avoid squealing the tires in my hurry.

Now that we were safely away from the fans, Cam dropped the façade and growled, “You aresucha dick.”

I laughed, squirming myself because oh, yeah, I was way too horny for this. “You know it’ll be worth it when I make you come.”

The groan he bit back was seriously sexy.

As we got on the freeway, I had to adjust myself, and his quiet cackle said he’d absolutely noticed.

“You brought this on yourself, you know.”

I shot him a look. “I could take the long way home.”

“You could. But you won’t.”

He wasn’t wrong. And I wasn’t giving two shits about the speed limit, because… God, I wanted him. Having him this keyed up beside me was equal parts fun and frustrating.

Are we there yet?

I reached across the console and slid a hand over his thigh. Fucking hell, I loved the way he whimpered when I did that. Especially when I moved higher, letting my finger slip along his crotch.

“Fuck, Trev…” he breathed. “I want you so bad.”

“Likewise,” I said, wondering when my voice had gone hoarse. “Shame we don’t have any lube, or I’d pull over and fuck you across the backseat.”

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