Page 140 of The Substitute
For the rest of the game, I try to pay closer attention to who is scoring goals. It looks like we end the game six to four with us winning.
I’m slowly making my way through the rink in the crowd when I get a text.
Ambrose: What are you doing now?
Tobi: Going back to the quiet of the room.
Ambrose: You could come out with us.
Tobi: I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.
Ambrose: It won’t, come. We’ll just have to be careful.
Ambrose: Plus, your brother is on the team. It shouldn’t be weird.
Ambrose: Is that okay?
My heart swells, and I smile at my stupid phone. He’s trying, and that’s all I asked for.
Tobi: It is and I’ll show my appreciation for it later
Ambrose: Making me hard right now is not fair.
I finally make it outside when I hear my name. My head jerks up, and scanning the crowd, I find my brother.
“Tobs!” Teddy shouts, and I turn to see him hustling toward us in his fancy glitter Crocs and suit. He holds his arms up like he’s about to bear hug me. I hold my hands up as if it’s going to stop him, knowing damn well it’s going to get my wrists broken.
Luckily, one of the guys with him steps between us and wraps an arm around his shoulder, distracting my brother from squeezing me to death. Over his shoulder, Ambrose is trying to hide a smile, but I catch it before he covers it with his hand.
Jerk.
“We’re going out—you coming?” Teddy asks me
“Not a chance.” My phone vibrates in my pocket, and a quick glance at Ambrose tells me it’s him.
“Aww, come on! You can bond with my boys. Bros and boys night!”
My phone vibrates again. Fuck him and his stupid messages. I can’t open them right now, or it’ll be obvious something is going on.
“That sounds like my nightmare.”
“Could be fun, roomie,” Ambrose says in a smug tone I want to slap him for.
I glare at him. “Drunk dumbassery isn’t my definition of fun.”
There’s a glint in his eye that’s making my heart pound. Maybe this is what I need? He seems comfortable, confident, in the idea. Maybe it’ll be okay if I go.
FORTY-THREE
TOBI
I’m standing outside the bar trying to convince myself to go inside. Am I really going to do this? In jeans and Teddy’s jersey while the team is in their suits?
My blood heats at the idea of seeing him in it. At the idea of taking it off him or kneeling for him and sucking him off while he’s still wearing it and I’m naked. Fuck.
Picturing both Savage and Ambrose in suits, fully dressed, while I’m naked and being passed between them, has blood surging toward my cock. Oh, Christ. Stupid traitorous dick doesn’t care that we’re mad at Savage.
I shake my head. Get it together. Now is not the time for that.
