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He darts a nervous gaze in my direction. “Uh, what?”
“It means I’m not going to forget about the thin walls comment. I need details.”
He shakes his head. “You heard Niko. Team rules.”
“There’s no need to use names or anything, just let me live vicariously through their sexscapades. Are there any threesomes? Foursomes? Orgies?”
“You know all those guys are straight, right?” He arches a blond brow.
“Since we aren’t using names, I can pretend we’re talking about men only.”
“Why do you need to live vicariously? Aren’t you like…active?”
I bark out a laugh, both because his attempt to be polite is adorable, and because he couldn’t be further from the truth. I used to be active. Lately, the chase has been more exciting than the kill, but since I’m chasing a straight man, or a man who thinks he’s straight—jury’s still out—the only action my dick has seen recently is from my hand. I can’t admit that, though. Not without inviting questions I’m pretty sure Noah’s not ready to have answered.
“I’m flattered you think so highly of me, but I bet gorgeous hockey players have a better orgy game than little ole me.”
“You think you aren’t hot enough for orgies?” Oh my god, he actually looks confused by that. I knew he thinks I’m hot.
“Please,” I scoff. “My bank account isn’t big enough. So, what are we talking about? How crazy does it get?”
“I’ve never heard orgies. Threesomes, but not more than that. Not that I know of.”
“You’ve heard? Um, you’re orgy material yourself, how come you’ve only heard what’s going on?” Noah's body is built for mischief, so if he’s not getting into any, I think I’ll be disappointed. Or validated in my growing suspicion that he’s not as straight as he thinks.
“I’m the captain, so I can’t really encourage…that.” He waves his hand, so he doesn’t have to use his words, which makes me want to push him a little further. What can I say? I live for this shit.
“So, you’re like the daddy of the team?” It takes about two seconds for the red to spread from his neck to his face. “You know,” I lower my voice, “daddies should get to have fun too.”
Chapter three
Noah
Tripp leans his head toward mine as his voice gets softer… huskier. It makes it impossible to ignore the scent of sun and sweat that lingers on his skin. Or the innuendo behind his words. I’m not sure how to react to either.
I’m too used to the smell of sweaty men for it to turn me off, or on for that matter, but his words… That's another story. I can’t tell if he’s just being his normal, flirtatious self, or whether there’s subtext to what he says. So, I’m not sure if I should ignore him or play along.
Usually, I find it amusing that he says things most people wouldn’t dare—I think I might envy his ability to be so bold, if I’m honest—but this conversation is a little intense, even for him. And with his hand gripping my shoulder, his bare chest inches from my arm as we near my house, it’s not just the conversation that’s intense.
There’s a pull between us, like a persistent hum that gets louder the longer we maintain contact, lulling me closer. It could just be his energy—he’s got a lot of it. Still, I get the sense the next words out of my mouth could make that energy crackle to life or fizzle out, and I’m not sure which outcome I want more.
I should shut this down. Ignore the daddy thing altogether and tell him there’s plenty of time for fun after I retire from hockey. Yet a part of me wants to understand this undefined feeling I get around him, and I won’t get an answer if I don’t play along. Or at the very least seem ignorant to the game.
“I don’t know if you’re fishing for my kinks or trying to tell me yours, but this isn’t a topic I want my neighbors to overhear.” I’m feeling pretty confident that I haven’t shut the door or held it open with that response, until Tripp kicks the thing off the hinges.
“No one can hear what we’re saying from inside their McMansions. Besides, we’re talking about how you’re allowed to blow off steam, not comparing our dicks in the street, so there’s nothing for them to get scandalized over. Unless you want to show each other our dicks… I wouldn't be opposed but it would be a scandal.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“Oh my god,” I mutter, both because I think he’d actually do it and because I’m not as offended by his suggestion as I should be. “Why would you say that?”
“Why would you be surprised I did? Have I given you the impression I’m shy?”
“No, but I didn’t think your exhibitionist tendencies included indecent exposure.”
“It’s only indecent if you don’t appreciate the view. Most people do.” He releases his grip on my shoulder and hops off his board as we reach my driveway. With a stomp the board snaps into his hand and he strides to his car to put it away. How does he make that look so graceful? Why am I even noticing it?
“So.” He spins to face me and plops his ass on the trunk. “How much should we bet?”
“What are we betting about?”
