Page 37 of Back in the Game (Pride in the Game #1)

Harrison dropped the large pizza box on the table and said, “Eat.”

His stomach growled, and Harrison smirked.

“Fraser, don’t fuck with me. I know you’re starving, so eat a piece of pizza and then I’ll let you jump my bones.”

“Ugh, you’re acting all stoic, but I know you want sex just as bad as I do.”

Harrison twisted one of Jett’s blond curls around his finger, tugging at it. “I guess you’d better eat fast then.”

Jett flipped the box open and grabbed the nearest slice, shoving it into his mouth. He wanted to act annoyed, but the pizza was so good, and he was hungry enough to get through the first slice and immediately started in on the second.

Harrison’s hotel room was small. It had a bathroom, a double bed, a table with chairs and a tiny TV. There wasn’t much room to move around—even less so with Jett’s bag by the door alongside Harrison’s three suitcases.

Jett kept eyeing them, feeling giddy that Harrison had packed so much. He knew they had only just agreed to move from friendship to boyfriends, but he hoped all those bags meant that Harrison was planning to take his offer and live with him.

“You keep looking at the door,” said Harrison. He sat on the bed and rolled up the sleeves of his jersey. “Are you thinking about running away?”

Jett grinned and picked up his third slice. “Nope!”

He could hear Harrison chuckling behind him, but Jett was determined to focus on his pizza so he could go to bed.

He swallowed his last bite and chased it down with cold water, letting out a satisfied groan. Food had been a good idea, now he had to think about what he could do to convince Harrison to rip his clothes off .

Arms suddenly wrapped around him, and Jett squeaked when he was lifted off his chair and set onto his feet. He barely had time to steady himself before he was spun around, and Harrison’s mouth was on his.

Oh, fuck yes.

Jett wrapped his arms around him, his hands tangling in Harrison’s long hair that had been let out of its tie. A hot tongue brushed against his lips, and Jett groaned, opening so Harrison could push inside and take what he wanted.

And take he did. Harrison let out a satisfied rumble and bent to grab the back of Jett’s thighs, picking him up so he could press their bodies flush together. His tongue stroked alongside Jett’s, fucking into his mouth in a way that had Jett’s toes curling.

“Wait.” Jett dodged another kiss, trying to catch his breath. He tilted his head to the side and gave Harrison access to his neck to bite and kiss, letting out a shuddering sigh. “Shouldn’t you be out of practice or something? What the hell?”

Harrison chuckled low and sexy against his throat, pausing in his attempts to bruise every inch of skin he could reach. “I don’t know…there were a lot of good-looking trees in the woods.”

It was the dumbest joke, but Jett laughed. “Would you put me on the bed before you hurt your leg? We both know I’m not light—you don’t need to show off how big your muscles are for me.”

“You’re talking too much. Am I not distracting you properly?” But Harrison did what he was told and brought them over to the bed, setting Jett down gently.

The gentleness only lasted long enough for Harrison to follow him onto the bed and slot himself between Jett’s legs, attacking his mouth with purpose this time. His hands were gripping Jett’s hips, his hard cock rubbing against Jett’s through his jeans.

Jett moaned into the kisses and arched his back to give Harrison a better angle to rut against. He was thoroughly enjoying the heavy weight of a warm body on top of him, and the smell of masculine cologne burning his senses.

And even though he was desperate to get Harrison naked and inside of him, he—

“Jett?”

“Yeah…?”

He was so comfortable. So warm and floaty. He blamed the effect of greasy food after a hard-won game. That, and the adrenaline crash. Maybe he needed to get a drink and take a few seconds to reorient himself.

Harrison would laugh at him, but that was fine. Five minutes tops, and they could go back to getting naked and having lots of orgasms and—

A shrill beeping sound scared Jett so bad that he gasped and jumped up. His heart was pounding, but he was more worried about Harrison. Jett looked over the side of the bed, expecting to see Harrison lying dazed on the floor from where Jett had tossed him, but he wasn’t there.

One quick look around the room confirmed he wasn’t anywhere in sight.

Jett was panicking. He felt so groggy, and he didn’t know if this was real. Had Harrison even come to Calgary, or was he still in Nova Scotia?

Harrison’s bags were still by the door.

The pounding in his chest settled, but that didn’t explain where his boyfriend was, and how he had teleported away from him when they had been making out on the bed only seconds before.

The bathroom door opened, and light entered the room, blinding him.

“Jett, turn the damn alarm off.”

Jett was momentarily stunned by Harrison standing in the bathroom doorway wearing only a towel, steam billowing around him, and water droplets running over his muscles.

All of his thoughts turned to mush, and his eyes traced over a pair of defined pecs and down the ridges of droolworthy abs.

It was a shame the rest was hidden under the stupid towel.

Harrison scoffed and came to the bed, retrieving his phone from the side table to stop the annoying beeping.

“Why are you over there?” Jett finally asked. “Why are you not on top of me?”

Harrison sat on the bed and looked at him, blue eyes lingering on his face like he was trying to figure something out.

“Jett, you fell asleep.”

Jett’s mouth slowly opened. He couldn’t help but rake his gaze over Harrison’s tall, handsome figure .

“Impossible.”

“Jesus Christ.” Harrison laughed, and his expression was one of disbelief. “We were kissing.”

“Yes,” said Jett.

“Your hands were on my ass. I was sucking on your tongue.”

“ Yes.”

“I put my hand on your dick, and then you started snoring.”

Jett smacked his arm. “I did not !”

“Oh yes, you did.” Harrison didn’t look mad, only amused. “It was possibly the most adorable and unsexy thing that has ever happened in my bed.”

Ohmygod . Jett grabbed his pillow and shoved his face into it, praying it would be enough to smother him to death.

“It’s okay, I was tired too,” said Harrison, yanking the pillow away from Jett so they could look at each other again. “I got to spoon you all night in my jersey, and now it smells like you. That’s a good enough reward for the lack of interest in fucking me.”

“There was no lack of goddamn interest,” said Jett. He was so embarrassed, and still so horny. How the hell did he fall asleep with Harrison fucking Killinger on top of him?

To prove his point, Jett threw his blankets off and pushed Harrison onto his back, climbing on top of him to straddle his hips. “Take the towel off.”

Harrison groaned, and the hunger in his eyes was enough to set those butterflies in his stomach on fire again.

“As much as I would love to see what you have planned, we have a bus packed with your teammates to catch.”

The words were coming from Harrison’s mouth, but the hands gripping Jett’s waist tightly enough to bruise said otherwise.

“We can drive the rental to the airport,” Jett murmured, a soft moan slipping out as he rocked against the hard outline of Harrison’s cock pressing into his ass. “What do we need—ten minutes, tops?”

“Ten minutes? Okay, now I’m insulted.” Harrison picked Jett up and dropped him on the bed beside him. “If you think ten minutes is enough to satisfy me, you’re out of your mind. ”

Jett flopped back onto the bed with a disappointed grumble. “Not even a blow job?”

“Fraser, you have two minutes to get dressed and pack your shit or I’m leaving you here for Blanchard to chew on.”

Jett got out of bed but didn’t miss a chance to glare at Harrison while gathering his clothes from the floor.

Harrison only smiled as he dressed and tidied the room, completely unfazed.

And as much as Jett wanted to stay annoyed, it wasn’t enough to overpower the possessive thrill he felt seeing Harrison wearing his jersey.

He made a mental note to call Arlo and thank him.

Jett was more awake by the time they left the hotel to join the guys outside by the bus. He ignored the eyes watching him and Harrison as they handed their bags to staff members for baggage sorting. He was suddenly nervous about facing everyone without a suitable amount of caffeine in his system.

“So happy our star player and lucky charm could join us this morning,” said Ryan, grinning before he pulled a twenty-dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to Wolf.

Jett was instantly defensive. “Were you guys taking bets on whether we would show up?”

“No,” said Jason, who also handed money to Wolf, shortly followed by the rest of the guys in the group. “We were taking bets on whether you consummated the wedding.”

“Consummated?” Jett couldn’t believe these assholes. “How would you even know the truth?”

Wolf shrugged. “You’re not blushing. If you had the sex, you would be blushing.”

Well, Jett hadn’t been blushing, but he was now.

“The hickeys almost fooled me,” said Cormier. “You look like you got mauled, dude.”

Loud clapping made Jett pause before he could tell them off, and Coach Adams stepped in between them to calm the bickering.

“Would you all please get on the bus so we can debrief on the way to the airport?” His keen eyes looked around, waiting for anyone to talk back, but they all respected their coach too much to do so .

“Bracken, Wolf and Fraser, you’re all getting ice packs and rechecked by the medical team before we get on the plane. And remember not to hide any injuries unless you want me to pull you.”

Jett groaned. He hated being poked and stretched by doctors. He had bruised ribs thanks to Blanchard, and his wrist was still aching. Injuries were something they learned to work through, but Coach was a stickler for keeping his players physically sound at all times.