Page 96 of The Penalty

“Traffic,” I say, refusing to even pretend to be apologetic. “Between that and our practice schedule, time is at a premium. I’m sure you understand what the pressure of being on the national team can look like.”

Owen sips his drink, considering my words. “It’s hard for sure. It’s a big part of the reason I let Oliver handle most of the stuff. So much time.”

“I get it.” And I do. I know the point he’s trying to drive home, but that doesn’t mean that’s what I’m going to do. “That’s the direction I may go.” I lift my shoulders noncommittally. “How annoyed is Oliver?”

“He’ll be ecstatic Teddy looks so good,” Colin says slowly looking Teddy over.

I growl under my breath.

“Are you feeling rabid?” Teddy asks.

“Yes,” I say, before he can bring up the furry thing again. “I can’t help it around you.”

“You don’t have to help it. Be our guest,” Colin says not taking his eyes off of us.

Owen elbows Colin. “Not in public, princess. That’s for our private time.”

Colin grabs his face kissing him. “If Oliver films them can we watch it?”

“No!” I say getting a bit heated.

Teddy seems oblivious to Colin’s eye-fucking. He’s just sipping his drink, nodding.

“Respectfully,” Colin holds up his hands. “I don’t want anyone but my husband. We just like to watch.”

“You don’t have to tell him all our secrets.” Owen sighs.

Colin kisses him again. “I’m not sorry, and if you want me to apologize you’ll have to take me somewhere private.”

“Did someone drug him?” Owen asks nodding at Teddy. “He’s being so normal.”

“I think he’s lost in his skull-jello,” I say recognizing the look on Teddy’s face.

“Good for him. Couldn’t be me. Well, it’s about time I make my husband apologize…” Owen excuses himself.

Are they going to the bathroom to fuck?

Is that an option?

We avoid Oliver pretty well, but the more we mingle, the more people check out Teddy. He’s drawing all the eyes in the room between his size and his big, happy grin. I’m so fucked when he makes it to the NHL. He’s going to have people falling all over themselves for him.

All my nerves and pent-up energy were already too much to deal with, but the people flirting with him pushes me over the edge.

I need to mark my territory.

Now.

TWENTY-FIVE

TEDDY

Do they make chastity belts for penises? Because if Rhys doesn’t stop talking or brushing against me, I’m going to need one. I’m hard as a fucking rock and already forced to stand behind him so no one notices. How he’s not having the same issue is beyond me.

I hum to myself, playing pin-pong with all the thoughts and feelings inside my jello.

We’re stopped by someone who wants to talk to Rhys but all I can think about is how hard my dick is and how badly I want to grind it against his ass right now. I don’t hear anything they’re saying so when Rhys turns, brushing my cock with his hand, I groan.

“Teddy? Are you okay?” Rhys’ words are amused so I force myself to focus on what is happening.

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