“Thank fuck!” I rolled my head, feeling something click in my neck. I needed a snack, a shower, a massage, an ice bath, and an orgasm. Maybe not quite in that order. The ones I was most interested in were the snack and the orgasm. But I could only fix one of those right now.
There were several huge trays of food laid out in the middle of the room, courtesy of the catering team, and it was easy tograb myself a couple of sandwiches, several large handfuls of potato wedges, and a thick slab of chocolate chip banana bread. The goal was to start replacing all the energy I’d burned off in the last eighty-odd minutes. And give me more for later. If Aiden was around.
Although I’d have dinner once I got home too.
“Got any plans for tonight?” I casually asked Jonny as he picked up a sandwich, inspecting it quickly to see what was inside.
“Not really,” he said. “Aiden’s visiting and I think the three of us’ll have dinner. He promised Devon he’d make dauphinoise potatoes if we won.”
“Like you don’t want them too,” Devon said teasingly as he picked up his own sandwich and took a huge bite.
“I never said that. I said he promised you that he’d make them.” He grinned at his boyfriend and I suppressed an irritated sigh. They were so in love it was almost sickening. Or maybe I was jealous. “What about you?”
“Not much, just dinner and collapsing on the sofa.” It was going to be a pretty boring evening unless I could somehow get Aiden out from under Jonny’s nose without him noticing. And the chances of that suddenly felt very low.
I grabbed another slice of banana bread and shoved it in my mouth. Luckily, I didn’t have to worry about continuing the conversation with Jonny and Devon because Danny had turned the volume up on the speaker and was now belting out Underground Dreaming songs with Charlie.
“Bailey!” Danny yelled, waving his arm at me. “Come here!”
I was never one to pass up a good singalong. And it would cheer me up after the realisation I probably wasn’t getting laid tonight.
Hunter was laughing from his locker seat, sandwich and beer in hand, as Danny, Charlie, and I did our best boybandimpression in our pants. If we hadn’t been half-naked, he’d probably have taken a video for Aiden.
I still wanted to show off for Hunter, though. Needed him to keep his eyes on me for every single minute and forget about everything else in the room.
Last year when Jonny and Devon had still been figuring their shit out, we’d gone on a team night out for Matty’s birthday and I’d dragged Devon onto the dance floor so Jonny could watch us. I’d joked about making Jonny jealous for Devon, because it was clear they both liked that—off the pitch at least.
But I’d wanted to make Hunter jealous too.
I’d wanted him to see me with Devon and realise what was right under his nose.
We’d ended up taking some cute guy home from the club together, but Hunter had spent the whole night with his eyes on me. And I’d spent the whole night fighting the temptation to lean over the other guy and kiss Hunter.
It hadn’t happened. But if we did it again, I knew things would be different.
Aiden had made things different.
Fuck. Now I wanted Aiden to see me like this too.
Was he the jealous type, like his brother? Or would he want to watch? He loved telling Hunter and me what to do when we sexted, and I hoped to fuck that extended to reality. A whole fantasy was emerging in my brain of him watching us, directing us, controlling us, only letting us come when he was satisfied.
And in the fantasy, he wanted to watch me fuck Hunter too.
My eyes met Hunter’s as I sang, and I wanted to believe I saw desire there.
I had to believe it.
Because I was tired of pretending I didn’t feel anything.
And I needed him to feel the same.
