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“I’m not—” he sputtered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jesse stepped closer, dropping his voice. “Oh, so youhaven’tbeen thinking about what I did with Tanner? About what we were like in bed together? About which of us fucked the other? Or were you thinking about what it was like when you fucked me? Were you wishingyouwere Tanner?”

“Of course not!” Connor protested. “I wouldn’t—I wasn’t …”

“Sure.” Jesse patted his chest, still smirking. “You keep telling yourself that.”

Connor grabbed his wrist, though he knew Jesse could easily shake off the grip. “I think that there are already enough complicated things that have happened. Teammates being involved could get messy and the last thing we wanna do is jeopardize?—”

“Oh yeah, tell that to Evanston and Toronto,” Jesse said with a roll of his eyes. “Half of the guys were involved with one another. Really cost them some wins, eh?”

Wincing at the reminder of the Cups those teams had won, Connor let go of Jesse. “Well, we’re not Evanston or Toronto,” he pointed out. “Frankly, we’re nowhere near as good. I think we need to focus on hockey and?—”

“This time,I’mnot the problem here, O’Shea.You’rethe one focused on who I’m fucking,” Jesse said. “Not me. And not that it’s any of your business, but I wasn’t planning to hook up with Tanner again. Not because I don’t want him—he’s hot and we had a fuckton of fun in the past—but because right now I want a fuckingfriendmore than I want to get my dick wet. There are plenty of other people around who I can do that with. And you know what? I think maybe I’ll go do that now.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and did something on it.

“Hmm, he’s hot.” Jesse flashed his screen at Connor, showing off an attractive blond guy on a hookup app. “Maybe I should message him now.” He swiped through a few more pictures, then held it up, displaying a photo of a gorgeous brunette woman.“Or maybe her? Would you be more or less jealous if it was a woman?”

“Jesse …” Connor said helplessly. “Don’t …”

“No, you’re being adick, Connor,” Jesse snapped. “I was excited to see my friend earlier. That’s it. If you have feelings about that, then work them out yourself.”

“I don’t have any feelings about?—”

Jesse laughed. “Yeah,okay. You’re really going to tell me that your only objection to me and Tanner hooking up is the team? Because that’s bullshit and we both know it. You want me. You don’twantto want me, but you want me.”

Connor swore.

“Lie to yourself all you want, but I know the truth.” Jesse shot him a smug glance, stepping backwards until his thighs bumped the edge of the mattress. “And I can prove it.”

“How?”

Jesse didn’t answer with words but he did sit back and tug open the nightstand drawer, his smug look deepening as he pulled out a clear bottle and something Connor couldn’t quite identify. It was red and L-shaped.

“Know what this is?” Jesse asked.

“Uhh, no.”

He held it up and pressed a button. It began to buzz and heat flooded Connor’s body when he realized it was a sex toy.

Jesse gave him a smug little look. “Yeah, you figured it out. This baby is called a prostate massager. It has three adjustablespeeds, and four patterns of thumping and tapping motions designed for my pleasure. The base has seven different levels of vibration and, best of all, the toy comes with a nifty little remote control for hands-off enjoyment.”

Connor’s mouth went painfully dry. “Great. You have something to keep you occupied. And what does this have to do with me?”

“If you want to convince me that you don’t want me, all you have to do is watch me get myself off with this toy without giving in to the urge to touch yourself orme.” Jesse settled back on the bed on his elbows, the toy still clutched in one hand.

For a long moment, all Connor could do was stare at Jesse, the blood pounding in his ears.Fuck.

He drank in Jesse’s crooked, smug grin, his long legs in those sweats, and the soft bulge of his cock under them.

“You can’t do it, can you?” Jesse taunted, playing with the toy, spinning it through his fingers like a magician doing tricks. “You know you’ll fail.”

Connor gritted his teeth. “You aren’t that irresistible.”

“No?” Jesse quirked an eyebrow, a lock of his hair falling across his forehead, his abs contracting with every slow inhale and exhale. “Are you sure about that?”

No, Connor thought desperately. “I’m sure,” he said aloud. “Let’s do this.”

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