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Leaning close to my ear, he whispered, “Want to do it again? Then we’ll go explore this terrifying small town.”
I laughed, but he cut me off with a kiss. Then he slid his hand down and cupped my cock through my pants, making me groan. I was already half hard, and when he pulled away from my mouth, he looked way too smug to be a grandpa.
An hour later, we were in another Uber, headed for the National Mall. Logan said I needed a reminder of how grand Washington was, and I hadn’t argued. It was a perfect day for sightseeing, warm with a light breeze and not a cloud in the sky.
The Mall stretched out in a long green rectangle, with the Capitol on one end and the Lincoln Memorial on the other. As if they weren’t impressive enough, the Washington Monument was in the middle, towering over everything. Museums lined both sides, each one built in its own unique style.
As we walked around the perimeter, I pointed at the National Gallery. “Don’t you want to go in there? I know you’re a secret art nerd.”
He gave me a long-suffering look, like I was ruining his serious-philosopher life. “What makes you think I’m an art nerd?”
“Easy. One, old guys like art. Two, you’ve got great taste in colors. And three, I’ve seen the paintings on your walls. I may be a hockey goon, but I recognize good art when I see it.”
He snorted. “You have beautiful prints all over your condo.”
“Those are from the decorator. I wouldn’t know a Renoir from a Picasso.”
“Aha!” He whacked my arm. “Youdoknow something about art.”
“Knowing names isn’t the same as knowing about art.”
“Time to fix that, then.” He slid a hand onto my back, low and warm, just like he had at the hotel.
A flash of nerves had me looking around. We were in public, in broad daylight. As much as I liked Logan, I didn’t want people assuming things when I hadn’t figured out what was happening myself.
I pointed at the grass next to the sidewalk. “What’s that?”
Logan stopped. “What?”
I stepped away from him, bent down, and picked up a torn piece of a brochure. “Shit. Thought it was money.”
He grunted in response, and when I looked at him, he’d lost his smile. Had I hurt him by pulling away? Shit. I had to think of a better way to handle things.
“You need your eyes checked,” he said once we started walking again. “That didn’t look like money at all.”
I glanced at him, glad to see his smile had returned. “You’re the one who needs an eye exam,” I said. “Might help your shot accuracy.”
His contrived glare wouldn’t have fooled anyone. “I’ve got one of the highest point totals on the team.”
“Dumb luck. Mine’s almost as big, and I play defense.”
Instead of laughing, Logan turned and gave me a look so smug it should’ve been illegal. “And here I thought D-men were supposed to have the biggest cocks in hockey. You admit you’re smaller?”
I bumped his shoulder. “Mine’s as big as any D-man’s, thank you. I can’t help it if yours is freakishly large.”
“Lucky for you.” He lowered his voice to a mumble. “More for you to play with.”
As I tried to think of a retort, I glanced over.Holy hell.The heat in his eyes was enough to send my dick to half-mast. Too bad we weren’t still at the hotel. Or in a bathroom. Or anywhere with a door that locked.
After passing the Museum of Natural History, we parked ourselves on a bench. Resting our legs was a must because we’d need them fresh for tomorrow’s game. When Logan scooted close enough for our thighs to touch, I didn’t move away. I didn’t want to hurt him again, and besides, I liked having him there. His presence steadied me in a way nothing else ever had. When we were together, my mind stopped spiraling, and I felt calm.
“What do you think of our chances tomorrow night?” he asked. “The Cudas are damn good, and we’ve barely won two games.”
Harpy had sent a long, inspirational group text while we were on the plane, and I was still riding the high. “I think we’ve got it. They’re good, but so are we. It’s not like they’ve steamrolled us. One of their wins was in OT, and the other two were squeakers.”
Logan pursed his lips, thinking it through, and then gave me a small smile. “I think we have an excellent shot. We’ve been playing smart, and we’re hungry. Back-to-back Cups would be something to remember for a lifetime.”
“Hell yeah, but…” I looked at him, and fuck if heat didn’t shoot through me like a cannonball. His blue eyes glimmered like a lake in the mountains, and his cheeks were ruddy in thebright sunlight. When I noticed his lips were still swollen from earlier, my pulse rushed in my ears. I had to grip the edge of the bench to stop myself from kissing him.
