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A racing heart, rightness settling onto my soul like a warm blanket, the first tendrils of love beginning to unfurl.
Then amusement when she pulled back, her lips swollen, and eyes slightly glazed.
“But did I mention the video games?”
Chafing.
Definitely.
And paired with my sporting an erection for extended periods of time over the last week, one that had threatened to remove all the blood from my brain while casually shuffling it toward my dick, I’d decided that sweats were the way to go.
Along with a messenger bag.
Step one for comfort because I’d jerked off a pathetic number of times trying to get my dick to go down enough after Kailey had come apart on top of me.
Step two for disguising. Because the jerking off hadn’t worked and I was still sporting an erection whenever I thought of her, or remembered the taste of her, or how her breasts had felt beneath my hands, the hard beads of her nipples on my tongue?—
Fuck.
I shifted the bag as I walked into the rink, heading for Hazel’s office.
Another meeting.
I was, apparently, the mental charity case this season, and not that I didn’t think Hazel was cool, and I knew she was seeing other guys too and not just me, but…
It felt like she was looking too deeply.
I was supposed to be easy-come, easy-go, everything slides off my back because I was the joker in the room and my job was to hit shit and make the guys laugh.
Simple.
This looking deeper shit wasn’t good.
But Hazel had asked me to come, so I’d be there.
Because I could add reliable to my list of admirable qualities.
Because I’d do anything for the team.
Eighteen
Kailey
I could barely look at anyone the next day.
My only saving grace was that I was working at my office at the practice facility rather than the arena—and thus, nearby what would certainly be the forever blush-inducing locker room.
I still blushed a lot, though.
Mostly because the guys had the morning off with a light optional skate in the afternoon, so they’d begun occupying the player spaces, including the locker room at the practice rink, from fairly early in the morning.
Chatter had echoed through the hallways.
Big male bodies moving through at regular measure.
Something I’d seen because I’d kept my door open.
Hoping that a certain big male would poke his head in.
