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“I can do that,” Jesse promised.

They were both silent for a few minutes, the low rumble of the boat’s engines filling the air.

“I’m sorry. Ishouldn’thave pushed you about hooking up on the road,” Jesse said quietly.

Connor licked his lips. “No, I think I was wrong earlier. You handled the question from Tanner well.”

Jesse shrugged. “Still, I don’t want to stress you out.”

“Someday, when I have gray hairs, I’ll bet half of them were caused by you,” Connor said drily. “But it’s fine. I definitely wouldn’t have lasted ten days without touching you.”

“Yeah?” Jesse’s grin was crooked and pleased.

“Yeah. In fact, you should come by my room later tonight.” Clearly feeling daring, Connor leaned in so their upper arms were pressed together. “I owe you one.”

Jesse shot him a smug smile. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me for long.”

Connor knocked shoulders with him. “Shut up and take the win, dude.”

“Yes, Captain Growly.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

A few nights later, Connor’s heart beat double-time as he slipped out of his room and down the hall to Jesse’s door. The hallway was quiet, with guys playing cards or video games in small groups, or already bedded down for the night.

Because the team was fairly young and unattached, Connor had expected them to get a little rowdier on this trip, but they were surprisingly well-behaved. He was relieved. It made it much easier to visit Jesse’s room whenever he wanted.

Like the previous nights, Jesse’s door was propped open a crack and Connor slipped inside, closing it quietly behind him then locking it.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey yourself.” Jesse looked up from his phone, smiling.

He was dressed in pajama pants and no shirt. Lube sat on the nightstand and Connor’s stomach tightened with anticipation.

They’d had an afternoon game in Edmonton today—they’d lost in regulation—and they’d flown to Calgary and had the day off tomorrow before they played the night after, then headed home.

Jesse had sent him increasingly dirty texts all day and all evening, telling him what he wanted to do to Connor, and Connor was already half-hard under his sweats thinking about it.

“C’mere,” Jesse coaxed, crooking a finger.

Connor came.

He kicked off his slides and settled onto the bed beside Jesse. The only light in the room was on the nightstand, glowing warmly as it spilled across the bed, making his skin look especially golden.

Without another word, Connor leaned in and kissed Jesse, sliding his hand into his hair and tugging just the way he knew he liked. He responded instantly, meeting Connor’s tongue with equal hunger as he wound a leg around his hip.

Connor rolled them onto their sides so he could get his hands on Jesse’s skin, tracing his long, lean muscles, then teasing beneath the waistband of his pajamas. There was nothing underneath, no matter how far Connor wandered, and he groaned, squeezing Jesse’s bare ass cheek.

Laughing softly, Jesse pulled back. “Not expecting that, huh?”

“With you, I probably should.” Connor reached out, tracing his gaze across the sharp ridge of Jesse’s collarbone, especially prominent because of the way he lay. His body was so fucking sculpted, the shadow of his ab muscles visible under his skin.

“Well, I have been teasing you all day. I wanted to make it easy for you to get what you want.”

“Yeah?” Without conscious thought, Connor’s hips hitched, pressing against Jesse’s groin.

“Mm-hmm.” Jesse tugged at Connor’s tee. “Take this off.”

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