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"I saw that," Elias sang out as he pointed to me and Brock. Thankfully, Coach was out of earshot. Brock landed a smack to the back of Elias's head as we made our way to the lockers, peeling off the layers of our gear until we were naked. There wasn't a lot of modesty in the locker room and I kept my eyes away from my best friends as we headed for the showers.
The hot water here was better than at home and I didn't bother to hurry as it unknotted my tense muscles. One by one, the rest of our team moved out of the locker room and left me in near silence. By the time I dragged my ass out of the showers, only Elias and Brock remained.
Coach's light was on in his office but his blinds were drawn to give us privacy.
"Tough practice," Elias noted. "Work is going to be fun tomorrow. I've got a kickboxing class to lead."
"Good luck with that." I laughed. "My personal training client canceled."
"Fuck you," Elias said as he stood. "Put your dick away."
"You like it," I teased, flexing once before giving them a good shot of my ass as I turned toward my locker and dragged on my street clothes.
Brock left me alone until we'd walked into our apartment and he'd dragged out three beers and handed them out.
"What was that tonight?" He said it without judgment, only concern and curiosity, which was the only reason I bothered to explain.
"I thought I had shit worked out. Until we went to get Macy out of that place. It dragged up some old bullshit."
"Your old man is dead. You'll never have to deal with that again. Now, thanks to us and her dad, neither will she," Brock said firmly.
"Amen to that," Elias seconded. "If you want, I could pay someone to fuck up his grave. He doesn’t even deserve a headstone."
“Oh, or we could get someone to put a curse on his soul?” Brock suggested helpfully.
That had a laugh bubbling out of me.
"No, let him rot in there," I said. "Pizza or burgers? I'm starving and not cooking."
Seeing as how I was the only one with any kitchen skills, that meant they weren't going to argue. Brock turned on a show while Elias ordered dinner.
"So, are we going to talk about what an absolute fucking bombshell Macy is?" Elias asked as he sat down. His eyebrows raised as he looked at us, challenging us to argue. He wouldn't find any arguments here.
"She's sexy as hell and off limits. So, don't even fucking try it," Brock warned, glaring at both of us for good measure. "The coach would string you up by your balls and laugh while doing it."
"He would," I agreed. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate her from afar."
"I'd like to appreciate her in a very different capacity," Elias groaned. "Just imagine her settled between us, screaming out our names."
"Fuck," I cursed, pushing down my cock that was trying to rise to attention.
"She's also not looking for us to try and get with her. The last one didn't go well for her," Brock said darkly. Not one of us was alright after seeing that. My reaction may have been far different but we were all ready to kill that asshole.
And he had the audacity to 'kick' her out.
"You're right," Elias said as he let it drop. We watched mindless TV as we waited on food.
Elias and Brock both ate and turned in but I wasn't tired. I never slept well after days like this. Instead, I let myself into our gym downstairs. It was only open during the day so it was empty right now.
We'd bought the building together, though Elias and his trust fund was the only reason we managed. The large brownstone was formerly a dance studio so it wasn't a hard shift to make it a gym. We kept the mirrored room for classes and had plenty of equipment taking up what used to be other classrooms.
It didn't hurt that the entire upstairs was converted into a shared apartment. We were all too busy with hockey and running our business to live further away.
The lights were dimmed and I left them that way before making my way to the pool we'd added on last year. My body had already been pushed today but if I didn't tire myself out I would never sleep.
Five laps later, I was still in my head. A noise had me pausing at the edge, peeking up to see Brock waiting, his face hard and pinched with worry.
Fuck. I was freaking him out. Guilt bubbled up but I pushed it away.
