Page 67 of Play Dirty

Not if I wanted to win.

We reset, and ran the same drill. Only this time, I didn’t hesitate. I moved the puck early, and forced the shift. The lane opened. Just as she said it would.

My shot was clean. Sebastian didn’t have a chance.

Goal.

I let out a long breath of relief, as I looked toward the boards. And there she was, standing there, tablet in hand. Like she’d never left.

Like she’d never stepped on the ice at all.

But I knew better now. We all did. And that changed things…

Even more than I liked to admit.

~ 24 ~

HAVEN

I waited until the locker room had cleared out before going in. Not completely, because it never fully did. There were always a few stragglers — guys taping sticks, rehashing plays, and generally dragging their asses before going back to the house.

But yeah, I had access now — technically. Mercer had waved it off weeks ago with a gruff “she’s with us.” There were still lines, though. Unspoken ones.

The shower was one of them.

I knew that, well enough. So of course, that’s where my feet carried me. Just to the corner. Just to the edge. Just enough to see—

Steam curled thick and slow, billowing out of the tiled corridor. The air was warm, damp, heavy. The sound of water splashing against the floor was steady and constant.

My feet told me to turn around; that I’d seen enough. But then a shadow shifted behind the steam.

Broad. Familiar.

Grayson.

Inwardly, I’d known it was Grayson. Not only because I’d seen everyone else leave, but because apparently I had a talent for this now.

I leaned in slightly, just past the corner… and there he was. Broad, V-shaped back. Tight, muscular ass. That ass was bare now, and scrumptiously wet.

My eyes stayed glued to his glutes. I couldn’t stop watching the muscles move, just beneath the glistening skin, with every shift of his powerful legs.

My heart picked up speed as his hands slid back there, soaping and scrubbing everything from his hips down to the tops of his thighs. Then he turned, completely around… and my legs were too slow in getting the message that it was time to go.

Shit!

Grayson caught me staring a split-second before I ducked back around the corner. And in that split second… well…

I saw everything.

And… well…

Holy fuck.

I began pacing back and forth, clutching my tablet as I searched for reasons — any reason, really — I could give for being there. And my generally analytical mind must’ve decided it was a good time to betray me, because I came up completely blank.

Shit… shit… shit…

The water cut off. The sound of movement echoed back, muted by the rolling steam.