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The crowd erupts as Vassar comes at me like a freight train. One set of arms thuds around me and then another and another. I can barely see as they rattle my helmet and we circle to the bench.
Heart slamming, lungs on fire, I scan the crowd in search of that sexy mess of red waves and the edgy eyes that sometimes fill the spot beside Nat. But tonight Baxter’s seats are filled with his wife and that football guy who retired last year. And Vassar’s look like maybe he put them up to be auctioned off for charity or something, because I don’t recognize the guys filling them.
It’s not like I’ve got any delusions about what happened between us suddenly meaning I’m going find her wrapped up in my number, rattling a poster against the glass. But maybe I wouldn’t have minded seeing her face after I scored. Catch her cheering for me before she shut it down and gave me that disinterested stare that never quite does the job it’s supposed to.
Not tonight though.
And that means I won’t see her at the bar after the game either.
Shit. I want to see her.
We win 2-1. It’s one of those games where it could have gone either way. Where the tension doesn’t let up for even a second. Perfect way to start the season. My interviews after the game are thankfully brief, but even by the time I’m showered and suited up, getting ready to leave the locker room, that edge is still there. I keep thinking about George. About what it was like to be under her. Surrounded by her.Fuck, buried to the hilt inside her.
I could text.
Offer up my body for another meaningless night of rolling around in bed. Only no way would I be able to let her take the reins when I’m like this. If I got my hands on her tonight, I’d be the one in control. I’d set the tone and the pace and how many times she came and how hard and—
“Whoa,dude, put that thing away.”
I blink to find Rux tossing a towel at me and waving in the general direction of my junk. Which is in fact hard.
“Thought Popov was the only one who got wood after a win.” He shakes his head. “But shit.”
Fuck me.
This is not going to go away quietly.
Baxter walks in in a towel and juts his chin at Rux. “What’s up?”
I’m expecting Rux to start running his mouth, but it’s Vassar who chimes in like a total douchecanoe. “O’Brian’s sporting wood.”
“Seriously, man?”
Mybuddyshakes his head, a hint of a smile tucked into what the fans coined his Resting Prick Face. “Thought you were going to hit me with it when you turned around.”
“Man.” I was on this guy’s side when no one else in the city was. And now this? Damn, I miss the days when these two could barely stand to share the same room let alone the same conversation.
He grimaces—or smiles. “It was terrifying.”
Baxter is back. “That thing’s a monster.”
It goes on like that for a while, one guy after another taking his turn.
I don’t want to, but then I’m laughing, taking it in stride. Fairly certain I’m not going to hear the end of this for the rest of the season. Probably longer.
I cut a glance to Vassar and see he’s got his phone. “Are you filming this?”
He holds up a finger and points to where Rux is on the ground, hands up and face twisted in feigned terror like he’s trying to ward off an assault from a monster dick. And then Baxter is slow-motion running… throwing himself in the path of said invisible monster as Diesel cups his hands around his mouth and slow-motion yells, “Close your mouth, man! Heeeee’sssss goooooonna bloooooooow!”
Vassar wags his phone at me, grin on his face so big I barely recognize him. “Nat’s going to love this.”
Awesome. “You sending it to her now?”
“Nah, she and George are meeting us at the Five Hole. Show it to her then.”
And suddenly he’s not the only one grinning like a fool.
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