Page 116 of The Husband Game

“Oh, by the way, they said they’re keeping you in the divorce. I hope you’re ready to play pro hockey.”

Charlie snickered, though privately, he was touched the guys liked him so much. “Sure, I can probably pick that up in a few hours, right?”

“Totally. It’s an easy game.”

Charlie snorted. “Yeah, no. They’re definitely out of luck there. I’d be lucky if it I got the puck in the right net.”

“Guess we can’t get divorced then,” Dustin said, smiling. “We’ll have to stay married for the team.”

“I guess so.” Charlie’s stomach did a little flip at that idea and he glanced away, looking at the jersey on the coffee table. “How do you feel about the guys saying you’re mine?”

“Well, it’s true,” Dustin said with a little sigh. “I am yours. Though they claimed it was because Fowler-Monaghan wouldn’t fit.”

“That is quite a mouthful,” Charlie agreed, trying not to let himself think too much about the first part of what Dustin had said.

People rarely expected men to change their names, even when they married other men, and the thought had never crossed Charlie’s mind after their hasty wedding.

Now, he considered the idea of going by Charlie Fowler.

No, as fucked up as his relationship with his family was, that was weird. Charlie Fowler sounded all wrong.

He’d stick with Monaghan. But he quite liked the idea of Dustin being his. At least in the bedroom.

“Maybe you’ll have to wear that jersey for me sometime,” he said slyly.

Interest sparked in Dustin’s eyes. “Just the jersey?”

“Sounds good to me,” Charlie teased. “I could put on some pretty heels and lick your ass open until you’re ready to take me, then bend you over the bed and nail your prostate until you howl my name.”

“Fuck.” Dustin’s voice was a low growl of need. “I like that idea.”

“But maybe not in the middle of training camp,” Charlie said with a regretful little sigh.

Dustin ran his hand up and down Charlie’s thigh, smiling down at him. “Maybe not.”

Charlie leaned in for a quick kiss. “But I could get in a quick workout on your dick now, if you want.”

“Kitten, I always want you.”

“Then you better get yourself hard for me while I run and get some lube,” he said teasingly.

“Done and done.” Dustin sat up and shucked his shorts and underwear, tossing them aside.

Laughing, Charlie got to his feet and jogged toward the stairs.

Thankfully, the remodelers had left for the day already.

It didn’t take him long to find the lube and Dustin was ready to go by the time he returned to the living room.

He’d lost his shirt too and his eyes were closed as he slowly stroked himself.

Charlie’s mouth watered at the sight of Dustin’s hard dick pointing straight up to the ceiling and he mentally changed his plans.

He stalked over and dropped to the floor, pushing Dustin’s knees apart.

Dustin’s eyes fluttered open. “What are you doing, kitten?”

“Just wanted a little taste.” Charlie breathed him in for a moment, the natural scent of Dustin’s body mingling with the scent of the rink’s bodywash.

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