Page 79 of Catch
“Only with you.”
Ping.
Fucking phone interruptions.
“That’s probably Dane wondering where I am.”
I grip Jett’s biceps and force myself to step away from temptation.
“Let’s get a move on, then. We don’t want Coach Banning to give you more ice time.”
I nod.
“Grab a jacket, Sugar.”
When we arrive at the rink ten minutes later, Jett makes his way to a seat, and I make a run for the locker room. Most of my teammates are already on the ice, but a few, like Dane, are still getting dressed. I offer my friend a wave as I walk to my stall and grab my gear.
“You’re never this late. I thought you were gonna be a no-show,” Dane offers. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s great. I got… delayed.”
“Is he here?”
“Who?”
Dane rolls his eyes. “Jett. Who else?”
“He’s here.”
Sitting in the stands, wearing my cum-stained briefs. God, the visual is so hot that I’m sweating already. I need this practice over and done with so I can be alone with him.
“Oh, I know that look,” Dane teases. “Does this mean you and he are the real deal?”
I glance around the locker room. Besides me and Dane, Silas is the only one left, but he’s far enough away not to hear us.
“I told you, it’s sex.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
“Dane.”
“It’s okay. You’ve never fallen before, so I’ll cut you some slack. And you’ve always been adamant you don’t want a relationship, so of course you’re gonna fight it.”
“I’m not fighting anything, and I’m not falling,” I insist. “But I want him. Only, it’s just him. And that reality is fucking with my head.”
“So, you’re not having sex with other people?”
“No.”
“And he’s not?”
“No. That rower Reese from U Conn tried it on with him today, but no fucking way.”
Dane laughs, and I stare at my friend.
“What?” I snap.
“Feeling possessive?”
