Page 198 of The Blame Game

Dom awoke late the following morning, to bright sun streaming in the windows and the feel of Shea’s fingertips along his spine.

“What do you want to do this morning?” Shea asked softly.

Dom mashed his face into the pillow. “Not a goddamn thing.”

Shea laughed and kissed his shoulder. “Feeling a little tired?”

Dom lifted his head far enough to look at Shea. He was stretched out on his side, head propped on his hand.

“I slept hard, and from the looks of it, for a long time,” he admitted. “Just feeling lazy.”

Shea laughed. “You’re allowed to be lazy. You won the conference title.”

Dom smiled. “We did.”

“You did an awful lot of shot blocking too,” Shea said, frowning at Dom’s lower half.

Dom nodded. He had some gnarly bruises forming. “So let’s … do nothing today.”

Shea smiled. “I’ve already done my morning workout and eaten breakfast. I was just thinking about lunch.”

“Okay.” Dom amended the plan. “Then let’s do nothing this afternoon.”

“Deal. Want to watch a movie? One of those old ones you like so much.”

“Sure. After I get something to eat.”

“There’s plenty in the fridge.”

Dom sighed happily. “You’re the best.”

Ten minutes later, Dom leaned against the counter, checking his phone messages while he waited for the food to heat. He thumbed through the texts he hadn’t cleared out last night.

Lots of congratulations from guys he knew around the league and a few messages from former teammates in LA, giving him shit about how LA was going to wipe the floor with them in the final round.

He was smiling as he opened the next one from a number he didn’t recognize, but he froze when he saw the message, his happy mood draining away.

Oh fuck.

“Dom?” Shea’s voice sounded a little funny. “What’s wrong? You just went white.”

“Uhh … I just opened a text that must have come in on the flight home last night.”

Shea stepped closer, frowning. “What does it say?”

“It says, I have proof of how your relationship with Shea REALLY started. If you want to keep it out of JockGossip, there will be a price. - Joe G.”

“What the fuck?” Shea said, peering at his screen. “Is that … do you think that’s legit? Maybe it’s from someone who reads the site and got ahold of your number. Maybe they’re making it all up.”

“Pretty sure it’s legit,” Dom said hoarsely. “There’s a picture too.”

He turned his phone so Shea could see the screen better. There was a photo—clearly taken through the window of the High Park Towers apartment—showing Shea on his knees with Dom’s cock in his mouth.

“What the fuck?” Shea said, horror crossing his face. “How in the hell did they get that shot?”

“I don’t know,” Dom said tightly. “A nearby balcony? A drone? I don’t have a clue.”

“Fuck, this is my fault,” Shea whispered. “I should have closed the curtains. I know exactly what night that was taken too. It was before you were about to leave for bye week.”

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