Page 147 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

I splash water at the two of them, grinning wide. “I guess you’d better strip and help me then!”

TK tips his head and bites down on his budding smile. “They keep spare track suits in the supply closet.”

My smile drops and I prop my arm on the wet tile. “That sounds like a lot less fun.”

“I know,” he says and holds out his hand. “Never said I wouldn’t help. I just won’t get naked to do it.”

“Killjoy,” I mutter as I clasp my palm in his and let him haul me to solid ground.

“Pervert,” he says back as cheeky as ever. “Think you can undress on your own or do you need help with that, too?”

“You offering?”

A hand claps me on the back, and then Kai has an arm slung around either of our shoulders with a pinched, pensive look.

“You two are bonding over my misery, aren’t you?”

TK and I lock eyes, and the laughter just slips out like water cascading down a fall. Joking around and pissing at each other has always been our thing, and this strange intimacy that’s opened between us hasn’t dampened that in the slightest.

“We’re bonding,” TK says, ducking away from Kai’s hold, “over Dash putting on some dry clothes, because those wet shorts are pretty incriminating.”

Kai and I both look down at the same time, and while I barely catch the snort before it comes out, Kai drops his arm from around my shoulder and throws a hand over his eyes.

“I saw enough of that last week. If I gotta see it again, you’re benched.”

“Oh please.” I swipe wet hair out of my eyes and move around him to nudge TK. “You’re the most sex crazed guy on the team. You're gonna tell me I’m not at least a little bit impressive? Why you gotta rough my ego up like that?”

Kai rolls his eyes and points a glare at me. “I’m saying the opposite. Now also remember what I said about hook ups between teammates.”

TK cocks his head, and the slightest flutter like rustling leaves kicks up in my stomach. Still, I wave Kai off and start walking, dragging a perplexed TK behind me.

I’m sure Kai has given him the same talks. They’re the only two open guys on the team—if I didn’t know Teddy was a shit liar, I’d almost guess the warning about him comes from personal experience.

Not that it would matter either way, but still.

“Your best friend is an ass, and I’m freezing my dick off here! It’s a pool closet, where are all the damn towels?”

What TK calls the supply closet is actually a small supply stock/change room. There’s rows of shelves along either side of the door, but they’re empty save for a few damp towels strewn about. Past them is about five or six feet of space that houses a bench for getting dressed.

“My guess?” TK crinkles his nose at a speedo he nearly steps on. “Being used as puke rags by Hollow Ridge’s greatests.”

My t-shirt hits the floor with a heavy thunk and even though the chilly air has my skin pebbling like I’m covered in tiny scales, I sigh in relief because wet clothes make me want to gag.

“Anyone ever told you your sarcasm is mighty cynical?”

“Only you. Every day for the last two years.”

“And I’m right.” I peel down my shorts and kick them aside. “Guess I’ll have to air dry. Avert your virgin eyes unless you want to see me in all my naked glory.”

TK shakes his head with a smile as I strip my boxers off and plop onto the bench. “Oh sweet breathing room! My dick was losing circulation.”

“You’re ridiculous. And I see you naked on the daily. There’s nothing virgin about these eyes.”

My dick likes the thought of TK looking at me. Seeing me. So much so that it plumps to half mast the moment those blue eyes make a pass over my body.

“Speaking of virgins,” I say as I lay back on the bench, folding my arms behind my head. “First kiss. First mutual jerk-off. Wanna add anything else to the list?” Because if last week is any indication, messing around with TK is high on my list of enjoyable activities. And I’ve got a few minutes to kill.

“Like what?” At the very least, he doesn’t look offended by the suggestion. He’s still watching me, arms crossed over his chest and overdressed as usual.

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