Page 43 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

“We as in you and Cammie?” I ask, excited about the prospect of Fee being here overnight with us.

“Yeah.” Fee rolls her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Fuck.” Gage throws his hands in the air.

“Sorry?” Fee looks genuinely concerned.

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you’re here.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders and shoot Gage a look.

“It’s not you, Fee. Or even Cammie. It’s cool that you’re here to support, and Cammie’s out getting us food so we can relax, but those two have about as much personal restraint as ADHD teenagers on ecstasy. No shade to their sex life. I can only hope one day I’ll find someone who wants to ride this ride with utter joy and enthusiasm, but like…Chase is one of our lead scorers this season, second only to Brodes here, and we honestly need both of his heads in the game.”

“That is absolutely legit.” Fee tugs the strings on her hoodie. “We should definitely wait for them in the lobby so we can make sure they don’t go to our room.”

“Good call. We’ll have to keep an eye on them before the next game,” Gage muses.

“I’ll be on duty the whole time,” Fee promises.

“Me, too,” I add.

We stand guard in the lobby and escort Chase and Cammie up to his and Brody’s room where we unpack all the food and dig into lunch. It’s no problem to keep them occupied while we eat, but after we’re fed, Gage gets a case of the tireds.

“Why don’t you go back to your room and catch a nap?” Chase says while side-eyeing Cammie.

“I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.” Gage plunks his ass down in front of the door.

Chase frowns. “This is my room.”

“Yeah, but Cammie and Fee have a room, and you can’t give up your game mojo to the almighty orgasm and fuck us all,” Gage reasons.

Cammie moves to stand in front of him with her arms crossed.

“I’m not scared of you, Cammie Whammie.”

Fee coughs to cover a laugh, as does Brody.

Cammie fires the double bird over her shoulders.

“That’s the best nickname,” I whisper.

I know, Fee mouths.

“I will not suck or fuck or fist Chase’s mojo out of his dick before your second game, Gage,” Cammie states with obvious irritation.

“Tulip,” Chase groans.

“We had a two-hour sex-a-thon before you left, babe. You can wait until after tonight’s game for me to take care of your needs,” she reasons.

“That’s all we’re asking,” Gage says. “Just that you leave his mojo in his body until after the next game.”

Cammie sighs in exasperation. “I know what’s on the line. You guys have two hours before you have to be at the arena. Fee and I are going up to our room and you guys should get some real rest before you’re on the ice again.”

“But, babe, I want to snuggle,” Chase whines.

“You’ll get to snuggle with me all night.” She taps her lips. “Give me a kiss and we’ll see you in a bit.”

He sad-flops across the room and bends to give her an Eeyore kiss.

“See you later.” Fee winks and follows her out.