Page 102 of Puck Happens

Out in his living room, I put on my shoes and grabbed my phone.

It was 5:30am. I was going to be late again and I was going to need to get an Uber. Again.

I still didn’t have my car because Dillon couldn’t leave well enough alone with just a new battery.

Stupid, Liv! Weak, weak, weak.

“Hey, come back to bed.”

I jumped and almost dropped my phone. There was Dillon, in all his naked glory, completely unashamed of his body and his very evident morning wood.

“Can’t. I have to get to the facility early.”

I tried not to stare but failed.

Was my mouth watering? If you had asked me what attracted me to a man, I would have said personality. Humor. Overall energy and spirit. Certainly nothing as shallow as his looks. Or his body.

But looking at the cut of his shoulders, the way his waist tapered down into a V. Every muscle of his body defined. With his big proud dick on full display?

I had to amend my answer. Apparently, I was about as deep as a puddle.

Dillon was the walking definition of everything attractive in a man.

Did I have enough time to stuff as much of that cock into my mouth as I could, to tease him into coming? Groaning and shouting my name while he did? I’d have to brush my teeth again, so I didn’t have cum breath when I met Novek for practice.

So, the answer was no. I didn’t have time.

But I did have Novek’s cell so I could tell him I was going to be late. Again.

So weak, Liv.

“Novek is making you show up this early again?” he was running his hand over the stubble of his jaw.

He was letting his beard grow out temporarily. It was a tradition to stop shaving once the team made the playoffs. But Dillon did it in the preseason too. Coming in with scruff on his face out of the gate was Dillon’s way of announcing to the league what to expect from him by the end of the season.

Guys were so weird.

“Don’t worry about it. Go back to bed. I’ll Uber to work.”

I was pulling the app up on my phone, when he walked over and took the phone from my hand.

“Hey, give that back.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“You can’t-”

“Liv,” he said cutting me off. “You having car trouble and calling the team captain to pick you up is not a scandal. It’s almost what any other coach on the team might do. They know this is my thing.”

I bit my lip. He wasn’t wrong. Novek had basically implied the same thing.

“Text Novek, tell him your car is still in the shop and you called me to pick you up. It will make sense. We’ll get there when we get there.”

“Fine,” I said, reaching for my phone. I did what he said and tossed it on the couch.

“Now say good morning to me properly,” he said, pulling me into his arms for a hug.

Great. Now I was swallowed by warm, naked muscle man and his penis was pressed against my stomach.

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