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My stomach tightened as I caught the knowing glint in my friend’s eyes. Did he suspect about me and Damien?

“Training camp. Don’t overexert yourself. You pushed hard yesterday but you don’t want to get injured or worse. Be careful.”

Oh, that.

“No worries,” I replied calmly. “I want to keep my body in top working order.”

For once, hockey was the least of it.

CHAPTER 26

DAMIEN

SATURDAY

Friday was a bust. Since Finn was gone and Ethan called in sick, I cancelled the training session. I figured I’d let the guys get a long weekend in and then we’d get back to it full force on Monday. I was also thinking of myself when I decided to cancel. This way, I didn’t have the temptation of Silas around me all day.

Bad enough I could barely sleep or eat.

There were times when I wanted to text him and cancel our plans for tonight, but every time I picked up my phone, I couldn’t do it. Was Selwin right? Would this thing between me and Silas burn itself out? If so, was there any point in worrying? It would probably be over in a few weeks, like summer, and then everything would go back to the way it was.

I didn’t believe that, but I was clinging to any rationale.

I’d already stressed cleaned my entire house from top to bottom, made my bed with fresh sheets, and scrubbed out the grill. Silas hadn’t texted me at all today, which was making me even antsier. Yesterday, he’d sent me more sexy pictures andeach one had me so worked up, I was taking cold showers every couple of hours.

There was a snap of him lying in bed, showcasing all the tattoos on his chest and abs, along with that mouth-watering treasure trail. In another pose, he was standing in what I assumed was his bathroom, offering me a delectable glimpse of his broad back and that incredible ass. But it was the first pic, the one of him riding that dildo, that I couldn’t unsee. I’d started jerking off to it, imagining my cock in his tight hole, fucking him deep and slow and then pounding it so hard I’d leave his ass red for days. It took every ounce of willpower I could summon to stop myself so I wouldn’t climax. I didn’t know how much more edging I could take, and it was all my own doing. My balls were harder than hockey pucks, and I was pretty sure I was ready to spontaneously combust even though that was not a real thing.

Or was it?

I was sweating so much it felt like I was standing in the desert in Vegas, instead of the mountains in Vermont. In the afternoon, I took a break, grabbed a sandwich, slathered myself in SPF, and wandered down to the dock at the base of my property. I sat down at the edge and slipped my feet in the water. The lake temperature was frigid but in another month it would be perfect. In my mind, I tried to picture what July would look like, and funnily enough, Silas was still there.

That told me a lot. More than I was prepared for.

After an hour, feeling more relaxed, I made my way back up to the house. It was nearing on seven. I picked up my phone and noticed one missed message.

Silas: On my way.

The nerves in my belly took flight and my pulse shot up. Fuck, it was like the first time I ever hit the professional ice, overloaded, excited, in awe that this was happening.

Instead of standing by the door waiting like a lovesick fool, I made myself busy in the kitchen, grabbing a couple of beers and coolers and adding them to a bucket of ice. Then I pulled out the snacks, and when all of it was organized, wiped my still-sweaty palms on my shorts.

I was about to bring everything outside when I heard the knock at the door. I could’ve slipped on a T-shirt but decided against it. My heart took off running again, and when I opened the door, there was the reason.

“Do you evernotwear leather?” I quipped when I took in the sight of Silas, looking cool as ever in olive green cargo pants, a tight white T-shirt, and his motorcycle jacket. With his hair tied up, his sunglasses on, and the beard trimmed, he was giving off a sexy biker vibe that had my dirty imagination working overtime.

“Do you mean the jacket or something else?” He gave me a wicked grin and placed his hands on his hips.

My gaze followed his hands, lower, and suddenly I was dying to know what he was wearing underneath those pants.

“Are you going to flirt with me or are you coming inside?” I demanded, unable to hold back my grin.

“I’m definitely coming, and the flirting will continue,” he stated and shoved his sunglasses up to rest on his head. “I want to kiss you right now but in case of neighbors?—”

They were a good enough distance away but still, you never knew. I nodded and it was only then that I noticed the two bags at his feet.

“Instead of burgers, I grabbed a few steaks,” he added and picked up the bags. “Steaks, salad, and dessert.”

I offered to take one of the bags, but Silas refused.

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