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When I walked back to my locker with just a towel around my waist, Beth and Braden were waiting for me. Braden was chatting about football with some of my teammates, while Beth kept her eyes on the ground and tried not to seem out of place. She was absolutely adorable, bashful around a room full of half-naked men, her blush deepening every time she glanced up for a moment.
Her cheeks grew especially crimson when she looked up and saw me approaching. And then she smiled, the sight of which twisted something behind my ribs. In a good way.
I hope the rest of the night goes the way I want it to.
31
Beth
I was surrounded bynaked men.
Chiseled, gorgeous naked men.
Braden took it in stride, probably because he was used to this sort of environment. But I was most certainlynotused to it. Everywhere I looked, I saw bare skin. Most men wore towels or underwear, but plenty of others strode from the showers to their lockers wearing nothing but their birthday suit. If I did a Google image search for “Hot naked men” the results wouldn’t have been as scintillating as the sight in that locker room.
And then one of those men was standing right in front of me. Except it wasn’t just any man: it was Logan, wearing only a white towel that was drooping precariously down his hip. His right hand was wrapped in medical tape, but it was the rest of him that drew my undivided attention.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked in that deep rumble of a voice.
“No! I was just admiring your ink. I didn’t know you had a tattoo on your ribs.”
Logan stared at me a few seconds, then said, “I meant the view in here.” He gestured around the room.
“Oh.” I giggled nervously. “There are a lot of naked men in here. I’m trying to be respectful, though.”
“Fuck respect. If I were in a cheerleader’s locker room, I wouldn’t be staring at the floor. These guys like the attention.”
“Amen to that!” Braden held up a palm, but Logan refused to high-five him. After a moment, Braden put his hand down. “You hurt yourself?”
Logan looked at his bandaged hand. “Just bruised. Happens all the time.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t get in so many fights,” I said.
Logan chuckled as if that was a joke.
“You should warn a guy before bringing a lady around,” another player told Logan. He smiled at me and said, “I would’ve groomed myself first.”
“Nobody wants to see your tiny excuse for a pecker, Jonesy,” Logan barked at him. “Keep moving. Your locker is way the fuck over there.”
Jonesy laughed like it was a joke, but he obeyed Logan’s command.
“Braden knows a few of the guys, and I thought you’d like seeing the locker room,” Logan explained to me. “Feel free to hang out in here while I get dressed, or I’ll meet you out in the hall.”
Before I could say anything, Logan turned toward his locker and let the towel drop. My jaw dropped. His chiseled little booty was less tan than the rest of him, but it was a beautiful sight. The entire nude length of him was for that matter, from his calves and thighs all the way up to his broad, hulking shoulders.
“Yeah, I’ll just wait…” I trailed off, then peeled my eyes away from him and hurried out into the hallway. The security guard there smiled at me like he knew what I was thinking.
I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like I was drooling or anything.
When the guys emerged from the locker room, Logan had an extra pair of skates in his hand. He was wearing slacks and a hoodie, and his face was still red from exertion during the game.
“Have you ever skated before?” he asked me.
“No, never.”
“Good time to learn.” He shoved the skates at me. “These should fit. I borrowed them from Jonesy. His feet are fucking small.” He chuckled at that.
“Are you sure? Am I allowed?”
