Page 23 of Two Guys One Puck
I cock my head, taking in all of him in return. He’s leaner than I am, smaller muscle for faster movements; while I train for strength, he trains for attack. Cut abs and light brown hair leading from his navel to his cock. He brushes his fingers over it as I stare. If that’s him soft, hell. In the harsh fluorescent light, I get a better view of him than in the parking lot that night.
My dick takes notice. Fuck.
I tear my eyes away, willing it to not get any harder. The last thing I need is for another guy to say I was hard in the locker room. Why the fuck am I even getting turned on?
A soft laugh comes from behind me, and I can’t help myself. I turn around again and find Ktytor with a raised brow.
“What?” I mouth.
He lifts his shoulders in a shrug and glances down again.
I hold up my middle finger, forcing myself to not look at his cock.
His smile spreads as he lathers himself, trying to force my view lower with every stroke. But I don’t let his hands guide me. I rinse my hair, then soap up myself. Two can play at this game.
His upper lip pulls in a snarl, and heat flushes through my chest.I like pissing him off way too much.
Maybe this truce will be more fun than I thought.
I rinse off and grab my towel. Instead of wrapping it around me and heading to change, I dry myself right there in front of him, taking my time. I don’t know what comes over me, but I turn around and bend over, drying my legs. A barely audible groan reaches my ears. Did that sound come out of Ktytor, or did I make it up?
I want to believe it’s real.
I school my features but turn back around, flicking my gaze over in his direction. His lips are parted, and his cock is half hard, but he hasn’t tried to conceal it. He’s standing there just staring, and I’ve never had a bigger ego boost. I wrap my towel around my waist before he sees I’m getting stiff again at the idea of it all.
I still don’t know what that means or why the fucking guy who’s causing it is one I fucking hate. I need to get my head on right for the rest of this week. I can’t be more focused on Ktytor than I am the opportunity.
I get dressed and join the guys as we head back over to the practice facility for this ping-pong tournament. A bunch of the players from the team are there—more than I expect—and we are told to pick a guy in our group and pair off for doubles. Iglance around, but by the time I even fully process what I’m looking for, everyone in our group is paired off except for Ktytor.
“Guess you’re with me, sweetheart.”
“At least I know you’re fast,” I say in a syrup-sweet tone.
Shock flickers across his expression, but only for a second before he gets it under control. “And I know your hand-eye coordination is good, baby doll.”
I wink, and we take our paddles. There are four tables, but it’s still going to take some time to get through all the teams.
“Damn, teaming up with the enemy?” Gatlin asks. He’s a big defenseman and former Guardians player. He went in the second round of the draft this year. It’s good to see him here.
“Everyone else was taken.” I lift a shoulder. “I didn’t see you jumping to defend my honor.”
“I didn’t know you needed your honor defended.” Gatlin glances between Ktytor and me.
“Did you even try?” I say in a mock hurt tone.
“I had to be with my bro…”
“I guess you’ll lose with your bro then, too,” I shoot back playfully.
“Damn, cold! And for Ktytor?” Gatlin huffs and laughs.
“Is okay. I stepped up to take care of the princess here.” Ktytor steps in and pats me on the shoulder. It’s an innocent touch in hockey, but he lets it linger a moment too long, then drags the pads of his fingers just above the fabric of my shirt, finding my skin. “I’m better for him.”
Gatlin lifts his brows. “So it’s gonna be like that?”
I laugh because what the fuck else can I really do? “You picked. I just picked better.”
Gatlin grabbed his chest like I wounded him, then goes to take his spot as he was in the first round.
