Page 128 of Three Pucks and a Baby

At my continued thoughts of the muscled angles of his body, I groaned and swept my hand over my face. This was bad. So fucking bad.

With a grunt, I pulled myself out of bed and went over to grab my chips. Regardless of stuffing my face full of barbecue chips, I couldn’t keep my thoughts off Theo.

I was just thinking of calling Vivian to shift my focus when I heard the water turn off. When the bathroom door opened, a rush of steam enveloped Theo as he stepped out into the room. My breath hitched at the sight of him in only a towel.

After he grabbed a pair of briefs and a T-shirt out of his suitcase, he dropped the towel.

“Did you order the food?” he asked, as he slid on the briefs.

I nodded. “They said it would be about half an hour.”

He grunted as he grabbed his shirt. “Great.”

“Tell me about it. I’m starved.”

After throwing on his t-shirt, Theo jerked his chin at me. “Pass me some of your chips.”

“Get your own,” I teasingly replied.

“Dude, I’ll so take those from you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“All right. If that’s how it’s going to be,” Theo replied with a grin.

When he tried launching himself at me, I dodged out of the way. “Ooh, too slow, Goalie.”

“Ass,” he muttered. As he repeated his lunge, I outsmarted him again. I’d almost escaped him when he bent over and bulldozed his head into my abdomen, shoving us into the wall.

When he pulled his head up, Theo winked. “Caught ya,” he murmured with a smirk.

“Yeah, you did,” I replied.

As his body pinned me to the wall, I fought to keep my dick from reacting. A few moments passed and we stared at each other as our chests pumped up and down from our exertions.

Something electric passed between us as Theo’s gaze dropped from mine to stare at my mouth. I didn’t have a moment to process what was happening before his lips slammed against mine.

Fuck. Was this really happening?

I slid my arms around his back, fisting his shirt in my fingers. When Theo thrust his tongue into my mouth, I groaned. His taste was hypnotic. Lust mixed with the fruity remnants of the Gatorade he’d been drinking on the bus to the hotel.

Theo’s hand came between us to cup my half-mast dick. I thrust my hips against his hand as he rubbed my cock.

As I started to reach for his bulge, Theo jerked his lips off mine. After staring dumbfounded at me, he then shoved me away. Hard.

“What the fuck, man?” I demanded.

He shook his head wildly back and forth. “I’m not fucking you.”

“You already did,” I countered.

“That was different. Vivian and Gray were there.”

“What about the night on the bus?”

“It was just jerking each other off.”

Cocking my head at him, I argued, “Considering you just had your hand on my dick, what’s different now?”

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