Page 108 of Player Problems

I turn to James, before I remember he was the reason this whole asinine conversation even started. “You literally come down in his shirt every morning, Tor. When was the last night you guys didn’t sleep together?”

Fuck. “Last weekend?

“Mhm,” James hums. “You mean when we were away and he FaceTimed you before going to bed?”

Alright fine then. They may have a point. Not that I’ll admit it. “I guess,” I huff, “you can have the room, Xander.”

Baylor checks the time, and announces loudly that they should all head to bed before anyone has a chance to taunt us about my compliance. He knows our friends well. “Let us know when you’re going home and we’ll have the room cleared for you when you get back.” Then without another word, he lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder and walks us out of the room.

He sets me on his bed gently, kissing my forehead before pulling away. “Are you really good with moving in here?” he asksin a gentle tone. I could tell by the way he reacted downstairs that he’s not against it. I can’t really say that I am either.

“We have to move all the polaroids in here.” The smile he gives me before kissing me is worth any of the shit the others may give us.

“Of course, Ryn,” he agrees, stripping off his jeans and shirt and climbing into bed in only his boxers. I follow suit, turning away from him so he can’t see the small smile I can’t seem to hold back at him using my nickname.

He pulls the covers over us, and wraps himself around me. When I go to grip his length, he holds me still. “I really meant what I said earlier. I don’t need anything from you tonight, just let me hold you.”

I can’t remember anyone in my life before Baylor who just wanted to hold me with nothing in return. To just be. To be together. In every way, Baylor has been different from what I ever could have anticipated. It’s with that thought that I drift off into sleep.

Baylor snores softly and it’s kinda cute in a strange way.

I watch his chest rise and fall with deep and even breaths. After all the mess of today, I should let him sleep. We got to bed later than he normally sleeps on the nights before games. But they do have their hockey superstitions for a reason.

Pulling the blanket over me, I slide down his body to find Baylor’s cock. It barely takes a few strokes before he’s rapidly hardening in my palm. All those weeks ago, when I found him waiting for me in my bed, listening to what I’ve now learned ishis bedtime playlist, full of Folklore, he was already semi-hard. Just like back then, he’s slow to wake, but quick to respond.

His hips thrust softly and his snores turn into groans as I swallow him down, his length hitting the back of my throat. With each sound he makes, every small movement, the heat in between my legs grows hotter. I can feel he’s getting closer when his hand finds my hair and grips it in his fist. Baylor wakes up, sitting up and cursing my name, “Torryn, oh fuck.”

I love when I get him this close to coming without him waking up. It makes it all the better when he loses control before he’s even fully awake, pulling my hair as he fucks my face and comes down my throat.

“Goddamit, Trouble,” he sighs, falling back on the pillows as I swallow all of him and crawl out from under the blankets. “You are too damn good.” He flips me under him, kissing my bare shoulders. “So good, I don’t want you to take tonight.” My breath catches when his lips brush over my nipples as he moves down my body. “I want to give,” he continues, his fingers reaching down between my legs to find how wet I already am for him. “I want to give you everything you can handle, and then some.” I clench around nothing, desperately wishing he was already inside me. He hums, his voice dropping what feels like an octave as his thumb finds my clit and brushes over it. “You liked that?” I nod and grin. “Then you’ll love this.”

And fuck, I do. Without any more taunting or teasing, he drives two fingers inside me, moving them in and out at a ruthless pace that has me crying out his name within only minutes. His mouth never leaves my chest, biting and kissing and licking my nipples in a way that has me soaking the sheets beneath us. Not that Baylor would ever mind. The more mess we make when we fuck, the prouder he is the next day.

I cry out as the orgasm sneaks up on me, stealing my breath away as every nerve in my body becomes attuned to Baylor and pleasure turns my mind blank.

Just as soon as my orgasm passes and my breathing begins to return to normal, Baylor gives me a cheeky grin before descending down my body.

“You know my rule about only one.”

thirty-five

SHOWERS & BRAINSTORMS

From the moment …Ready For It? blasted through my headphones, I could feel the magic in the air.

It was there when we did our chant, when we first got out there on the ice, when we all tapped Tate’s helmet before the game started, and all the way through when I scored the first goal in the game in the first three minutes of the first period.

The entire arena was explosive in their energy, creating this buzz of electricity that sparked through not only me, but the whole team. It made this win against the Ashland Aces our most dominant win yet. There’s nothing quite like getting that W at home.

Not even all the chirping could come close to bringing our high down. I was worried that gorging ourselves on so much food last night would be our downfall, but I never should have worried. Even our defense showed up and performed tonight, and didn’t have to rely on Tate and Beau to pick up all the slack.

There’s a ton of back thumping and butt slapping as we all make our way into the locker room. Even Coach gets in on the cheers for the best game of our season and another shut-out for Tate this season.

“What a fucking game,” Beau exclaims, slamming his hand against the locker in his excitement.

“Don’t hurt your hand, you dumbass,” Tate scolds as he walks by.

“Yes, Father,” Beau snarks, making Tate’s ears heat even as he shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He ignores Beau, giving out praise and encouragement to every player whose skates hit the ice, like he does after every game. At least this week it isn’t hard for him to come up with those positive remarks. Everyone was on fire.

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