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“Like my cock is way too big to fit in a tiny space?” he deadpanned, then gestured at his groin before making a shape with his hands that I assume was an indication of his unfeasibly large penis.
And there I go, heat in the cheeks, and thoughts fleeing my mind.
“Are you excited?” I blurted.
“About shoving my cock in a jock strap? Not particularly.”
“So, it’s a necessity, just a stage you go through to get ready, a safety thing. Your excitement for the game, or your focus, doesn’t start until…” I left him to fill in the blanks, and for a moment I thought he’d explain. Only he didn’t. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest, and stared down at me.
“Put on the freaking jock strap, Hollywood.”
“With you watching?” I asked in shock.
“There’s no such thing as modesty in a locker room,” he said.
I swallowed as I imagined the entire team in here waving their dicks around and trying to shove them into jock straps.
Great.
Now I was hard.
Chapter4
Cameron
It waslike watching a giraffe on roller skates.
Finn might have been all that on the silver screen—or maybe it was a stunt double, given the athletic prowess I was witnessing here—but in reality he was not a natural-born skater. To be fair, most of us weren’t. I’d been on skates since I was old enough to walk. As were most of the guys in the league. Ice rats the lot of us. Obviously Finn had dedicated his time to school plays and the drama club. Which had paid off for him. Also, he was kind of cute flailing around, arms windmilling, feet going this way and that, as he tried to maintain his stoic action hero persona.
After the tenth time he went to his ass so hard I winced, I glided over to him, and offered him a hand up. This time he took it.
“Okay, so I see we have to go back to basics.”
“I used to be able to do this,” he muttered, angry at himself.
“Then you’ll remember it soon enough,” I lied. “Can you stand here for a few minutes?” I asked as he fought valiantly to stay on his feet.
“Yep, the standing I have down pat,” he replied then promptly went to his ass.
“Okay, why don’t you just sit there for a minute. Let me go get something to help you out.”
“Do they have any pillows in the storage room?” He eased up off his backside with a grimace, his hand moving back to rub his ass. An ass that was well-toned in those sexy jeans of his.
“I’ll look.” I gave his blond hair a friendly rub, my fingers gliding through the silky soft strands. “Just take five.”
“Take your time,” he called as I skated away.
I plodded down the chute, my skate blades sinking into the padding on the floor, until I found the supply room unlocked for some crazy reason. Perhaps Finn had asked for access to it when he had rented the small rink on South Olive Street. It was a cozy rink, not as fitted out as our Storm training facility out in El Segundo, but then again this place didn’t have the Storm financial backing.
I found what I was looking for right off. It was hard to miss the big, bright plastic skating aides along the back wall. I’d thought about grabbing some pucks when I’d first arrived, but we were nowhere near puck and stick ready yet. Chuckling to myself, I grabbed a vibrant yellow skate aide, hoisted it to my shoulder, and thunked back to the ice. Finn was where I had left him, sitting with his long legs out in front of him. His eyes flared to the size of two Thanksgiving turkey platters when he saw what I was carrying.
“What the hell is that?” he asked as I plunked the hunk of hard plastic down in front of him. “Is that a gay walker?”
“No, it’s a skating aide. This is what we use with kids and teens who are learning to ice skate.”
If I hadn’t signed an NDA, I would have been sharing the stunned look on Finn’s face with the worldjustbecause it was fucking adorable. Those freckles were the icing on a very attractive Finn cake.
“This is beyond embarrassing,” he sighed, the final traces of macho Finn the movie star dropping away.
