Page 37 of Play Maker

Just scrub up and leave.

Thankfully, they carried on their conversation, and I recited stats in my head to calm my dick down. When I finished washing up, I wrapped a towel around my hips and prayed that my boner would stay gone. Just for the next few minutes, of course.

I scampered out of the shower room and headed back to my cubby. Ethan, Finn, and Colin were getting dressed as I walked past them.

“We’re heading out for a bite and then back to my place for drinks. Join us?” Ethan offered.

“Sure,” I replied, surprising myself.

Ethan smiled. “Great, because you look tense as fuck.”

“I need to get laid,” I admitted, and everyone chuckled.

Fuck did I ever. Then I could screw away this crazy day.

“Jace’s friend Hailey was asking about you,” Ethan commented with a grin.

“What? How do you know that?” I asked as I stood in front of my cubby and grabbed my jeans.

“I ran into her today.”

“Is she blond, green eyes, big dimples?”

Ethan nodded. “That’s her.”

She was pretty, but I wasn’t interested, and I wasn’t one to go after someone else’s girl.

“I thought she and Jace—” I started.

“Nah,” Ethan waved me off. “It’s a casual thing. Jace doesn’t do long term.”

“Right.”

If—and that was a bigif—the story that Jace told me about Preston was true, it was no surprise that he was sour on relationships. Still, the idea of sleeping with someone who’d slept with Jace…I didn’t like it. At all. In fact, just thinking about him and Hailey together made me irritable as fuck.

“It’s still a no,” I replied as I tugged on my briefs and jeans and threw aside the wet towel. “She’s not my type.”

“Oh yeah, you like brunettes?” Finn blurted out.

At that exact moment, Jace stalked into the room, his dark hair slicked back. Droplets of water ran down his neck and chest, and my eyes caught on his left pec and the cougar tattoo that covered it. His biceps flexed as he reached up and ran a hand through his hair, the strands falling around his face in a messy tangle. Why couldn’t I stop staring at him? This weird preoccupation was beyond my comprehension. And all logic.

“That’s not what I meant,” I added, ignoring the heat in my cheeks, and scowling at Finn.

“Sorry,” Finn replied, nervously glancing at Jace and then back at me.

Wait. What was going on? Did he catch me looking at Jace?

“What are you guys talking about?” Jace asked as he threw me a glare and headed for his cubby.

This time when he offered me his back, his ass was, thankfully, covered. But only in a thin white gym towel, wet, almost transparent, and clinging to those perfect cheeks like a second skin. It was…obscenely hot. The curve of his ass was on full view and my cock liked it way too much. God, I needed to fuck this ridiculous preoccupation away. ASAP.

I held my t-shirt in front of me, covering my crotch, and willed my dick to ease up.

“Axel here needs to get laid.” Ethan smirked. “I suggested Hailey but apparently, she’s not his type.”

“You mean, human?” Jace retorted.

“Haha,” I bit back. “But, seriously, I don’t want your leftovers.”

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