“My wife would call that the forced proximity trope,” said Holt, holding his fist out for Jett to bump against. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”
“Exactly!” Jett accepted the gesture, bumping his knuckles to Holt’s bruised ones. “And look at him now! Killinger is the hottest guy in this city.”
Jett was tipsy. He was getting touchy, sliding his hand up Harrison’s chest to squeeze his left pec. “All these muscles, and this hair—"
Harrison wasn’t quite fast enough to dodge Jett as he grabbed his hair tie and slowly pulled it out. He sighed and placed his face in his hand, groaning in exhaustion as Jett worked his fingers in between the strands and tugged.
“How the fuck is he ten times hotter now?” he heard Park ask loudly. “That’s not even fair.”
“Right?”
“Settle down, guys,” said Holt. “You’re making poor Killinger blush.”
“Your man is coaching your team,” Park continued, ignoring Holt. “That has to make things hot in the bedroom. Does he coach you there too?”
Holt cackled and nudged the arm Harrison had resting on the table. “Sorry about this, Killinger. Jin’s never really learned what boundaries are.”
“It’s fine,” said Harrison. “Neither does Jett. Hence, the stalking.”
“He does,” said Jett, answering Park’s question. “It’s hot.”
Harrison shot a look at Jett that promised a not-so-fun punishment once they were back at the hotel, but Jett only smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“See how cute they are?” Park shoved his captain, nearly toppling the larger man over. “So much better than you slobbering all over Evie.”
“Evie, my wife.”
“Evie, my friend.”
Jett gently tugged Harrison’s hair to bring him closer so he could speak into his ear. “I think I like Park. Please tell me I’m crazy.”
Harrison couldn’t. He liked the feral pink-haired man too.
“You better hope all of her pretty genetics overtake your ugly ones.”
“Bro, I’m not even ugly.”
He wasn’t. Harrison looked Damien Holt up and down, weighing his attractiveness. He wasn’t stunning like Park and Jett were, but he was handsome. Dark brown eyes, black hair, and neatly kept stubble. He had nice arms and a charming smile, but he was a little tooboy-next-doorcute for Harrison. Park was totally being an asshole.
“You’re staring,” Jett said into his ear again. “See something you like, or…?”
Harrison shook his head. “Definitely not. He’s missing a few curls, not drop-dead gorgeous, and his eyes aren’t the right colour. Also, he’s married. To a woman.”
They were speaking quietly enough that Park and Holt couldn’t hear them, but if they caught wind of what they were discussing, that would change.
“No threesomes?” Jett gave him a cute little pout. “You’re so possessive, Killinger.”
He was, there was no denying that. The thought of another man putting his hands on Jett’s body, or trying to distract Harrison from pleasuring Jett? No, he could already feel jealousy rearing its ugly head.
No, there were no threesomes in their future.
Fuck, now all he wanted to do was bring Jett back to their hotel room and remind him why he didn’t need anyone else buthim. Harrison took another drink of water to stop himself from voicing his thoughts out loud.
He almost choked when he felt a hand touch his thigh, squeezing before it slowly slid up. He shot Jett a look, raising an eyebrow in question.
Jett gave him an innocent smile. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, I know what that look means,” said Holt, smacking his empty beer bottle on the table. “We’re going to take off and let you guys enjoy your night. Thanks for giving Jin your number. I owe you one.”
