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“He’s having issues with his roommate or mates. Not exactly sure, but he doesn’t like his living situation.”
“You’re not a realtor.” I lean in for one more kiss.
“The least I can do is listen and try to help problem-solve.” He stands and pats his pockets, checking for his wallet, which sits on the island.
I point to his wallet. “No, most people would respond with a text of sympathy or advice. He could put in the group chat that he’s looking to move. More people, more connections.”
“This is why I love you. You keep track of my shit and have great ideas.”
“I thought it was for my magical cock,” I deadpan.
“It’s an enormous bonus.” He holds his hands out shoulder-width apart.
“My dick isn’t a fish tale.” I adjust my hard-on as he walks to the door.
“I can make it bigger any time I want,” he says over his shoulder with smoldering eyes.
Chapter 31
Austin
The fans chant loudly along with the music at our first home game after an extended road trip. They’re happy to see us in person, and we’re happy to have the crowd behind us.
The thing I like the least is spending the night in the hotel away from Grayson. It’s been weeks since the call with my parents, and the more time I spend with Gray, the more our love grows stronger and stronger. I worry I’m being a clingy mess, but Benz is cranky when he doesn’t get to sleep with Leo, and I suspect Lucky and Drake sneak into each other’s rooms. I’ve also seen Trevor leave the hotel late at night with Liska’s driver.
If I can’t set a good example, I shouldn’t be captain.
Which is why I’m hunting Gray down before I change and we do our pregame ritual.
He’s sitting on the edge of Doc’s desk, looking over a report.
I knock on the open door. “Can I get a hamstring stretch before warm-ups?”
Doc waves Gray out, and I lead him to an empty workout room with mats.
“Since when has your hammy needed attention?”
“Not my hamstring.” I pin him to the wall next to the door where no one can see us if they look in. “I missed you, Sunshine.” I keep our lower halves separate as I kiss him deeply, inhaling the coconut oil clinging to him.
“Missed you too.” His tongue runs along my bottom lip. “But you don’t want to spoil your perfect image, so go get your skates on.” He smacks my ass.
“That’s not an incentive to stop. It’s a keep-going love tap.” I push off the wall and put distance between us. “My hammy’s much better thanks to your magic,” I tease.
“Go,” he orders with a grin.
I haul ass to the locker room to find Lucky and Benz arguing over the dance party music. They both claim to have the perfect song.
The room gets rowdy, and King breaks out a dance sequence that should be on video because he’s on fire. My insides glow with pride at how far he’s come this season from the shy rookie who barely spoke to the center of attention during the dance party.
Lucky twerks against Drake, who smiles and spanks his ass. Lucky swears he’s going to get Drake to lead a dance before a game. I don’t see that happening.
My jealousy takes me by surprise as I watch them. They’re stronger since coming out and ignore the online hate and rumors.
I could choose the same path. Victoria referred me to another therapist, one whose specialty will help me work through my issues. I’ve had an easy life compared to most people, and it’s difficult to fully accept that the darkness I’ve felt inside me results from guilt and repressed emotions.
But my therapist insists that if I minimize my past, it will adversely affect my present. It’s hard not to care about other people’s opinions of me.
My parents and I have spoken again, and they’ve assured me they love me but have also encouraged me to stay silent until I retire. They will never understand how hard that is for me.
