Page 76 of Hot Puck
I can’t ignore the open bathroom door though. And in spite of every breath I take being filled with the scent of Gem, I somehow don’t walk through it.
Instead, I lean on the wall beside it and take a moment to get myself under control.
“Can you hear me clearly?”
How the hell does she know I’m standing here? I haven’t made a sound she could hear over the running water.
“Yeah.”
“What we know so far is Cami and her dad were walking through the public area of the arena when someone pushed her from behind. Video footage shows it was the reporter who outed Whitney.”
“Didn’t they have security?” I ask, my voice raised a notch higher than normal so it travels into the bathroom.
“Yes, they had an escort. After Cami almost fell, security hustled them into the restricted area. What nobody knew until she passed out and we re-ran security footage, was that she wasn’t pushed, she was stabbed with a syringe.”
“What the fuck?” I jerk off the wall, take a step forward only to stop when I remember where Gem is. “Shit!”
“I’m waiting on a call from Ray. He, along with Beckett and our medical intern, have taken Cami to a private hospital he has access to in an attempt to keep the media from getting a whiff of what happened. The last thing we need, or Cami would want, is for this to be splashed across the country’s tabloids.”
The water switches off as she speaks the last few words and my imagination pulls up vivid images of naked, dripping wet Gem. And my dick decides that’s the cue to rise again.
Clenching my jaw, I try to focus on the conversation. “What was she injected with?”
“We think a sedative. I’ll know for sure when Ray calls.”
There’s rustling on the other side of the cracked door and I’m so tempted to push it open wider that I need to move away.
Several steps back don’t curb the urge, so I call out, “I think room service is here,” and make a hasty retreat to the living room.
I glare down at my hard dick. If I’m going to have this reaction to Gem from now on, it’s going to make our marriage of convenience very uncomfortable.
Maybe I need to get laid. Take up one of the many offers from the bunnies who hang around after an away game. I can’t do it at a home game. Too many people to see, and more importantly, I have the girls to take care of.
It’s a good idea even if I’m not feeling it. At all. In fact, my dick has deflated.
“Huh.” I stare at my groin.
I guess the easiest and quickest way to get rid of an unwanted erection inspired by Gem is to think about fucking someone other than her.
“What are you doing?”
I jolt straight. “Shit!” Spin around. “I didn’t hear you.”
One eyebrow is cocked—no, arched, it’s arched. I don’t need to be thinking about anything cock related right now—and she’s looking at me with concern. Again.
“Sorry. Was thinking. About tonight. The girls. You and me.” I’m not lying. Those have all crossed my mind in the last few minutes. The context of those thoughts isn’t something I plan to reveal though.
“Yeah.” She tugs at the oversized Rogues jersey she’s wearing over leggings. “Tonight has been something else.”
“If Ray hasn’t called before you finish eating, will you wait up?”
“I’d like to say yes, but I’m exhausted and will probably nod off if I try.”
“Want me to wait up with you?”
“No. Go to bed. Get some sleep. Candace will be up in a few hours, and we all need to be up early for our flight home.”
She’s right. It doesn’t stop me from wanting to argue. I manage not to voice my objections and take a seat on the couch instead.
