Page 188 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

I can see how close she is.

How radiant her blue eyes are and those parted red lips of hers. Those red, drenched locks cling to the side of her face while her arms are hooked around my neck as though it’s her saving grace.

I dare imagine the way she’d scream my name, and it takes everything not to cry out when my climax is at the fucking edge.

“Cum, Baby Girl!” Maddox exclaims.

“MADDOX!” she screams, and I know she’s cumming right there and then.

“Fuck, yes,” Maddox groans, his whole body shaking wildly as he manages to keep his hold on her during his orgasm.

I bite my bottom lip hard, but the sting of pain only further pushes me to oblivion as I pump my cock, feeling my release shoot out and drip along my length.

Fuck!

I’ve never jerked off like that before, experiencing such an intense orgasm just from my hand. No amount of porn or imaginative scene has brought me this much sexual satisfaction.

I’m doomed.

I know I’ll replay this scene again and again for months on end.

Just to jack off and feel this euphoric high.

Breathless, I turn to hide in the shadows of the corner, needing to catch my breath for my own sanity. It makes me feel like a creep, hiding here after watching such an intimate moment, but then there’s also a bubbling rise of jealousy.

A possessive need to belong in the middle of all this sexual action.

What worries me even more is I can’t figure out what I’m more jealous of.

Not being able to fuck Mikayla… or Maddox.

“You did not just get excited over the possibility of us going again.”

Mikayla’s voice tugs me out of my spiraling thoughts and emotions.

“I did,” Maddox admits. “Only, I’d take you in the sauna.”

“SAUNA?” Mikayla gasps. “You guys have a sauna?”

“Mhmm,” Maddox answers.

From the tone of his voice, the wheels in his smart mind are spinning at a rapid pace. I debate whether to take the risk of going back in there to get my jersey.

I always hand wash it before I shower after a game and leave it to dry before Wyatt comes to pick it up to do another set of laundry. It’s probably useless to do when it’s going to be thrown with the rest of the dirty jerseys, but it was a habit from when I was in Russia that I hadn’t really broken yet.

Only now, we have the privilege of a sauna to lay it out to dry faster.

“Wait, Maddox!! What if someone’s in there?” Mikayla gasps.

I tune back onto them, realizing Maddox not only scooped Mikayla back up, but they’re heading straight for the sauna.

“Don’t really care,” Maddox declares. “If it’s one of the guys, I’ll tell them to watch outside.”

Nah. Only if it was our crew would he let them watch outside.

Anyone else would be kicked the fuck out.

Maddox is possessive like that.

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