Page 115 of Perfect Storm
“Shit, man,” Aidan said. Suddenly feeling horrible for his backup. He hadn’t realized Wes was this bad off.
Wes shrugged. Like he hadn’t expected to hear any different. “Don’t tell me I’m pathetic; I get that enough from Ramsey.”
“I won’t, then,” Aidan said.
The sadness didn’t really fade from Wes’ eyes, but it took a backseat to his smile when he said, “Enjoy your visual, then, tonight.”
“Oh, I’m gonna,” Aidan said.
By the time he made it over to Levi, the guy was already on his feet.
“How’s it going?” Aidan asked casually as they walked out of the locker room. Like this was every trip home they’d had since Levi had shown up in Toronto.
Levi shot him a look. “Seriously, bro?” he asked, aggrieved. “You can’t act like—I’m going out of my fucking mind here.”
“Oh?” Aidan had never pretended he didn’t have an ego, and it was being stroked, nicely, by all of Levi’s eager anticipation.
Did that make him a bad person?
Maybe only if he rubbed it in.
Levi shoved an elbow into Aidan’s side and laughed. “God, you’re such a dick. You kept looking, too.”
“I can’t stop,” Aidan admitted. Even with Mo hanging out in the locker room, the man his eyes had returned to, over and over again, was Levi.
Sure he’d passingly imagined asking Mo to fuck him. But he’d never been possessed by the thought of it, not the way he was with Levi, like they were already together on his bed, Levi pulling pleasure he’d never experienced before out of his body.
“Good,” Levi said, and it was apparently his turn to be smug.
“Thank God the stadium’s closer than the practice facility,” Aidan muttered as they reached his car.
Levi shot him a knowing glance as he climbed into the passenger seat. “Eager much?”
“Hell yeah,” Aidan said. He’d wanted it two nights ago, before Mo had shown up, and he’d spent the last two days not being able to dislodge the thought of it from his brain.
Maybe if he’d played today, if he’d actually had the distraction of football, he could have done it. But he hadn’t.
“You’ve never before?” Levi asked as Aidan pulled out of the players’ garage.
“YouknowI haven’t ever before,” Aidan reminded him.
“Well, obviously, but that? You can absolutely stick a finger or two up your ass,” Levi said. “Some girls are even into that.”
Aidan’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed in the month since you got here,” he said, “but traffic here in Toronto fucking blows. So like, let’s not try to distract me so much I crash us before you ever get inside me.”
Levi shot him a hot look, and a second later, his hand was on Aidan’s thigh, squeezing hard, and Aidan yelped.
“Seriously!” he said.
“I asked you a question,” Levi said, all perfect innocence. “It was only a question.”
“It wasn’tonlya question.”
How could it be, when Aidan’s cock was already throbbing in his slacks, desperate for Levi to slide his hand up further?
“I’m still waiting for an answer,” Levi said, squeezing again.
Aidan realized he was literally holding his breath and let it out. “No,” he said. “Never. Not with anyone. Not even just myself.”
