Page 82 of Catch
“Definitely.”
I guide him back to the boards, help him get the grips off his boots, and walk him down to the bench outside the locker room. My teammates will follow shortly, so I don’t havemuch time. That is, time alone with Jett before the fuck ton of questions my friends will lob at me.
“I’ll change as quick as I can.”
Jett nods. “And after, how about we head into town for something to eat?”
“The only thing I want to eat is your a?—”
Jett places his hand over my mouth before I can finish my sentence.
“Ethan.”
I lick his palm playfully, and he shakes his head.
“Stop,” he warns me as he pulls his hand back.
“I can’t help it,” I admit. “You drive me fucking wild. I don’t care about food or anything else. I need to get naked with you as fast as humanly possible.”
Dane and Axel stalk by at that very moment, and I don’t know if they heard me, but they’re grinning with know-it-all smirks. Oops.
“I’ll be quick,” I offer.
“I hope not.”
“Stop teasing me.”
With my teammates out of sight, I grab hold of Jett’s ass and give it a firm squeeze. Knowing that he’s wearing my underwear has my blood racing hot.
“You don’t play fair.”
“Not with you.”
“Hurry up and get changed. The sooner you do, the faster we can refuel and get to the most important activity of the day.”
“No argument here.”
I reluctantly let my hand drop and make my way into the locker room. Once I reach my stall, I start undressing as fast as I can. I can shower when I get back home, and Jett can join me.
“In a rush?” Dane asks, and I look over at my friend.
“Yeah.”
“You two are cute together.”
“What?” I scoff. “Don’t even.”
“I mean it. I like him for you, and you for him. I think you’ve met your match.”
I want to deny what Dane’s saying, but I get the worrying feeling that he might be right. There’s something about Jett I just can’t resist. It doesn’t sit easy with me even though I’m not one to shy away from the truth.
“I’m having fun.”
“Is that what you call it? I’m surprised the ice didn’t melt from the looks you were giving each other.”
I unlace my skates.
“It’ll pass.”
