Page 69 of Slew Foot
“Sorry.” Tanner’s look was apologetic. “I didn’t mean to like, ruin your night or whatever.”
“It’s okay,” Rafe said automatically although it kinda wasn’t.
“So like you two really aren’t …?” Tanner lifted his eyebrows.
Rafe stared at him.
“Fucking? Dating? Screwing around?” Tanner continued.
Rafe wasn’t sure how fucking and screwing around were different, but he and Mickey weren’t doing any of those things, so …
“No,” he said. “We’re not.”
“Huh. But you want to?”
Rafe shrugged, then shook his head. “We’re friends.”
“No shit. So are Mickey and me, but there’s zero sexual tension there and there definitely is between you two.”
“You think so?” Rafe asked, annoyed when he realized he sounded kinda hopeful.
Damn it, that wasn’t supposed to be something he wanted. He hadn’t even realized he was starting to have feelings for Mickey.
“Oh yeah. Mickey totally wants to dick you down,” Tanner said with a nod. “Or like, get dicked down by you. Or both. I dunno what he’s into. But he’s German so it’s probably weird and kinky.”
He waggled his eyebrows.
“Umm,” Rafe said, not sure he wanted to think about that too closely. Also, he was pretty sure even if Mickey was super weird and kinky in the bedroom, noteveryGerman person was. “Honestly, I like getting dicked down but?—”
“Hell yeah,” Tanner said, holding out a hand for a high five. “We love a big dude who likes to bottom.”
Rafe smacked his palm against Tanner’s.
“So why are you drinking hot chocolate instead of getting railed, my man?” Tanner asked.
“Because we’re not dating.”
Tanner snorted. “I’m not dating every person I screw either. Doesn’t stop me.”
“I’mdemi,” Rafe explained.
“Ohh, sick, dude. So you need the connection, or whatever, right? No random hookups.”
“I mean, I candorandom hookups,” Rafe said. He’d done it before but that didn’t mean he was a fan. “But they suck. So …”
“Got it. So why aren’t you, like, dating Mickey and waiting for the sex to happen when you’re ready or whatever?”
“I don’t date teammates,” Rafe said.
Tanner gave him a funny look. “I thought your breakup with your teammate was why you were traded here?”
“Anymore,” Rafe explained. Because … yeah.
“Ohhh. Got it. Well, that sucks, dude.”
Rafe sighed. “Tell me about it.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
