Page 81 of Man Advantage

Seeing the puck slam into the twine was such a relief, it was almost orgasmic.

Four shooters later, Hoes scored, and the fans nearly blew the roof off the arena. I was as elated as my teammates, but also relieved the game was finally over. We had our two points, and now I could strip off my gear, shower, get dressed, find Cam, and get back to the house. Maybe I was just flying high from the game, maybe I was just deluding myself into thinking he’d be interested, but I was quietly hoping Cam still had some energy left tonight. Now that I finally wanted sex again, I couldn’t get enough. Especially when it was sex with him—so, so damngood. Even a game going to a shootout couldn’t drain me—not after we’d only managed a quickie this afternoon after I’d been gone for a few days. We had the last three nights to make up for, damn it.

Though Cam wasn’t here with the kids tonight, he still had a pass to come downstairs after the game. He didn’t come into the locker room, though. I said hello to my boys, chatted with them about the game, and then hugged them goodbye before they left with Bryan. After that, when I went to leave myslf, I wasn’t at all surprised to see Cam waiting outside the locker room, but—oh hell. The instant I met his gaze, I almost stumbled. I doubted anyone else could see what I did, but I sure saw it—the hunger in those stunning hazel eyes.

I gulped. Cam suppressed a grin.

Neither of us said a word. I supposed we didn’t have to. And we didn’t dare anyway because there were still some cameras and potentially hot mics nearby.

So I kept my mouth shut until we got in the car, and so did Cam. Once we were alone, he let go of a groan. “Oh my fucking God. You guys justhadto go to a shootout tonight, didn’t you?”

I turned to him, arching an eyebrow. “I thought you liked shootouts.”

“Yeah, they’re fun—but not when they go to a million shooters, and definitely not when I’m losing my fucking mind because you’re down there on the bench instead of rearranging my insides!”

I burst out laughing even as heat flashed through me. “Were you—were you getting horny up there?”

“Just a bit, yeah,” he said without an ounce of repentance.

Fuck, I was glad we’d waited to have this conversation until we were in the car; I didn’t need anyone seeing me getting hard. “I, uh… I didn’t realize hockey turned you on that much.”

“It isn’t hockey. It’s—I can’t really explain it. Something about watching you play after we’ve fucked is just…” The seat creaked as he shifted around.

“Oh.” I swallowed. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. Plus you’ve been gone the past few nights, so…” He turned to me and raked his eyes up and down my body. “Any chance you have anything left tonight?”

Oh my God. He was going to be the death of me.

“Pretty—” I cleared my throat and tried again. “Pretty sure I’ve got some left.”

“Good. Maybe don’t worry too much about the speed limit on the way home?”

“I never do.” I started the engine. “Seat belt?”

“Right.” He pulled his on. “As if I’d evernotwear one whenyou’redriving.”

“Shut up.”

He snickered, and I chuckled even as I rolled my eyes.

“Too bad your car is so flashy,” he teased. “We could go park somewhere.”

I laughed, suddenly breathless. “Goddamn. I knew I should’ve bought something more subtle.”

“Please. You always said you were going to get a fancy car if you ever got to this level.”

Some warmth rose in my face, and I shrugged. “Okay, but I didn’t think that would get in the way of getting laid.”

Cam snorted. “You’re so classy and romantic, Trev. Never change. But maybe step on it?”

I laughed. As I started out of the parking space, I glanced at him and grinned. “Or I could drive extra slow and?—”

“Fuck you,” he muttered. “Come on. I’m horny. Let’sgo.”

I laughed. “But you’re so fun to tease.”

“I’m even more fun to fuck.”

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