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Then I walk out of his room as calmly as I can.

The hall is still empty. I turn toward my room and make it four doors before I start moving too fast. I keep it to a fast walk because running would make noise.

I miss the card reader twice.

The lock finally flashes green. I get inside, close the door, and lean against it while my heart hammers.

I have no fucking idea what I just did. This was supposed to get Fraser out of my system. I can still feel his mouth around my cock and his ass sliding under it.

My head is worse than it was before.

My right hand is sticky with his come.

8

NOLAN

I sleep like a baby after Ben Pope fucks my mouth and comes all over my ass, which feels deeply unfair.

It was some of the hottest sex of my life, and we never made it out of the entryway. We had an entire hotel room at our disposal. A bed. A shower. Horizontal surfaces that weren’t technically carpet. Pope ignored all of them, kept every piece of his clothing on, and still managed to leave me shaking against the wall with my come on his hand.

I had no idea he would fuck like that. Now I want to know what he’d do if it wasn’t a moment of insanity in a doorway. Give the man time to plan and access to the whole room, and I might not survive it. He’d probably make me wait while he stripped me himself, slowly, inspecting every inch like he did my tattoos. Maybe he’d finish what he almost started when he dropped to one knee and take off his own fucking shirt.

That shouldn’t be the part driving me crazy, but it is. I sucked his cock without seeing anything below his neck except what he pulled out of his pants. His chest might be smooth or covered in hair. I want to see it up close, put my mouth on his nipple, and find out whether that control finally breaks when I’m the one touching him.

My cock starts getting interested again under the hotel sheets. “Absolutely not,” I tell it. Pope made himself clear. I’m not. Shit happens on the road. It isn’t going to happen again.

Maybe I should feel worse about being used. He wanted to get his dick sucked by a man without having to become the kind of man who wants his dick sucked by a man, and I happened to be available. That’s not particularly flattering. Then again, I used him too. I wanted the hottest straight guy I’ve ever seen to put his hands on me, and he did. We both got off. Nobody promised anyone breakfast.

Shit happens on the road.

I shower, dress, and head downstairs feeling better than I have any right to.

The team has taken over one side of the hotel restaurant. A breakfast buffet runs along the back wall, and most of the guys are sitting in clumps with their phones propped beside their plates. I load mine with eggs, toast, fruit, and enough bacon to make Nara judge me, then take a small table near the window.

The chair opposite me stays empty while I eat. I avoid looking at it or the elevators, although I do drink half my coffee in under a minute.

Bobby stumbles in wearing team sweats and the expression of somebody personally betrayed by morning. His hair sticks up on one side, and there are faint pillow creases across his cheek. He looks about nineteen instead of twenty-five. When he spots me, he changes direction and drops into the chair across from mine without getting food first.

“You look terrible,” I tell him.

“Don’t talk so loud.” He winces at the scrape of the chair when I shift my foot.

“This is my indoor voice.”

“Your indoor voice is an assault.” He takes my untouched glass of orange juice and drinks half of it. “Why do you look so awake?”

I slept for seven straight hours after having a teammate’s cock down my throat. I lift my coffee instead. “Some of us know when to stop celebrating.”

“I stopped.” Bobby squints at the ceiling when I ask him when, giving the question serious thought. “There was a piano.”

“That is not a time.”

“Then I don’t know.” He reaches across the table and steals a piece of bacon from my plate. I slap the back of his hand after he already has it in his mouth.

“Go get your own breakfast.”

“Too far.” He closes his eyes while he chews.