Page 76 of Back in the Game (Pride in the Game #1)

Harrison had to look away when Wolf swaggered in their direction, partly because he was trying not to laugh at Jett’s expression, and partly because he was mortified seeing the topic of Arlo’s conversation far too close for comfort.

“There is bar in pool. We can surround ourselves with beautiful women in swimsuits and get drunk at same time.”

“You get the fuck away from me,” said Jett, grabbing his hoodie out of his cubby to whip it in Wolf’s direction. “I don’t want to look at you right now.”

Wolf, who didn’t understand why Jett was having such a harsh reaction to his proximity, set his hands on his hips and scowled at them. “Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of, little ferret. I am naked in front of you many times, and you never said it bothered you.”

“It’s not that—” Jett touched the back of his hand to his forehead to cool his blush, but it was impossible.

“Is it Killinger?”

Harrison wasn’t looking at Wolf, but he could hear his frown from a mile away.

“This is no problem, Jett. You’re not my type—I don’t like blonds. Killinger has nothing to worry about.”

“Wrong fucking Killinger,” Jett muttered, and Harrison coughed to hide his laughter.

“Besides,” Wolf continued, because why wouldn’t he. “I have seen Killinger in shower. If anyone should be jealous, it’s me.”

“ Ohmygod .” Jett stood and removed his towel, panic-dressing into his suit that was getting wrinkled by all the rough treatment. “I can’t do this. I’m leaving right now, and I don’t want to see your dumb face until we get on the plane.”

Harrison glanced at Wolf and caught him grinning.

“So, no pool party?” Wolf asked.

“ No .” Jett was so red he might actually hit a new level of blushing. “I told you and all the other bastards that I’m going back to the hotel and having sex. That’s why I’m buying the team breakfast in Boston.”

Wolf’s brows furrowed. “You said you wanted to watch movie and sleep. Nothing about sex.”

“I said,” Jett said slowly, like Wolf couldn’t understand the words leaving his mouth. “That I was going back to the hotel to Netflix and Chill. If you don’t know what that means, you have Google, so fucking use it.”

Harrison was worried he might see another fight, this time off the ice, but then Wolf threw his head back and laughed loudly, smacking Harrison’s face hard enough to sting.

“I like when he is angry,” said Wolf. “Much more funny.”

Jett didn’t have both shoes on before he grabbed his travel bag and gestured for Harrison to follow. “Let’s get out of here before I kill him.”

Harrison needed to be a good boyfriend, so he refused to join in on Wolf’s laughter even though it was a struggle. He removed his travel bag from where he’d left it by the bench and hurried to catch up with Jett, who was already walking down the hallway.

He had his shoe on now and was detangling his hair with his fingers while they walked. He was still flustered, which was evident when a Sunburst staff member approached them with security in tow, explaining to Jett the procedure to get him to the hotel safely.

The truth was that even if Jett wanted to go out with his teammates, he wouldn’t be allowed to.

They were waiting to hear back from Mari about how his latest interview had been received, and there was still a chance that fans and press would be waiting for them to leave.

It was better to be safe right now until they knew for sure the subject of Jett’s brother had been dropped.

They were escorted to the car and driven to the hotel.

Jett convinced one of their two security guys to stop for fast food, and his request was granted.

Jett gleefully devoured his nuggets before they made it to the hotel, offering Harrison a bite of each one, which Harrison accepted because he couldn’t deal with how cute his boyfriend was.

At the hotel, he expected security to ditch them the moment they were dropped safely out front, but they escorted them to their room and didn’t leave until they were inside with the door locked.

“Talk about going overboard,” said Jett, sighing as he tossed his bag to the floor and began taking off his stuffy suit.

Harrison chuckled and followed his example. The car and the hotel had air conditioning, but it was humid in Florida—too humid to be walking around in stiff cotton buttoned up to his neck.

He couldn’t help but look around the extravagant room, shaking his head at the place. “What is this, the honeymoon suite?”

Fuck, he needed a shower so he could warm his leg. It had been aching a lot lately, and it was becoming annoying.

“Uh, yeah.” The tone in Jett’s voice had him turning to look into nervous golden eyes. “Is it…too much? I told them not to serve us alcohol, but I figured we could enjoy the hot tub and try to relax. I know I’ve stressed you out lately, but—”

Harrison clamped a hand over his mouth to stop him. “Calm down, Sunshine. I was only joking. I’m not mad you booked us a nice room. Jesus.”

When he drew his hand back, the sad smile Jett gave him nearly broke his heart.

“Really?” His gaze trailed over Harrison’s chest, now bare in his hurry to get in the shower. “Does that mean we can have sex?”

“Netflix and Chill?” Harrison grinned, and Jett flushed. “Yeah, we could do that. You pick a movie, and I’ll meet you in bed in five minutes.”

He was about to walk away when Jett grabbed his arm and yanked him back.

“No!”

Harrison’s legs weren’t very steady after being on them all day, so it was nothing for Jett to push him against the wall and pin him there.

“Don’t you dare—I’ll lose my mind if you walk away.

” Jett pushed his shirt the rest of the way off and worked open his belt buckle, dexterous fingers making a quick job of it.

“Do you know how difficult it was to keep from jumping you in the car in front of the security guys? I thought I was about to go insane.”

He could have fooled Harrison. The only thing he remembered from the car ride was Jett’s cheeky grin as he fed him chicken nuggets with too much sweet and sour sauce.

His belt hit the floor with a clatter and Jett unzipped his pants, taking out his half-hard cock and giving it a firm, slow stroke. The back of Harrison’s head smacked the wall when he thumbed the slit, only to slide his hand back down to cup his balls.

“You don’t think I didn’t feel your eyes on me all night?” Jett asked, lifting on his tippy toes to whisper into his ear. “It took every ounce of strength I had not to ask you to join me in the shower so I could drop to my knees and suck your cock right there with everyone still in the room.”

Now fully aroused, Harrison blew hard out of his nose and counted to three to get a hold of himself. His stamina was good, but the way Jett was being so…dominant with him was ticking off boxes he didn’t know he had.

That was something they would have to explore later, but not tonight.

Harrison removed the hand from his cock and gripped Jett’s chin roughly, meeting his gaze. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Jett Fraser, the pretty, perfect golden boy on his knees sucking cock with his teammates surrounding him, pretending not to listen.”

Jett’s eyes went all hazy, his pupils blowing wide as Harrison spoke.

“They would know exactly what that slutty mouth of yours was doing. You’re so fucking loud when you’re getting your throat ruined—whining and whimpering for me to go deeper because you love it so much.”

“Oh, fuck ,” said Jett, his voice shaky. “Harrison—”

“Get undressed and get on the bed,” Harrison ordered. “Hands and knees, ass in the air.”

Jett cursed and jerked his chin out of his grasp, fingers no longer steady as he fumbled at the buttons of his dress shirt. He was moving too slow and getting frustrated, so Harrison did them both a favour and hooked his thumbs between the buttons, and in one easy tug, ripped it open.

Jett hollered, and buttons went flying in every direction, pinging off multiple surfaces.

“That was an expensive shirt—”

Harrison ignored him, hauling Jett into his arms and carrying him over to the bed. He couldn’t stop himself from palming the firm ass within reach, earning a breathy moan from the squirming man in his arms.

He dropped Jett onto the bed and undid his belt, tugging his pants off with his underwear and shoes. Jett’s leaking cock smacked against his stomach, momentarily distracting Harrison before he remembered he had a mission to complete.

“Turn over.”

Jett gave him a pouty frown like the brat he was, but he did as he was told and moved onto his hands and knees. He presented his ass so nicely that Harrison almost changed his mind about what he had planned, but he promised himself it would be worth it.

Harrison left to retrieve the lube from his bag, bringing it back to the bed only to toss it next to Jett’s leg. He disappeared again to get a chair from the nearby table and carried it over, setting it directly behind Jett.

Jett glared at him over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

Harrison groaned, falling into the chair ungracefully. “My leg is tired.”

It was a struggle not to laugh when Jett’s glare shifted into surprised confusion.

“What are you waiting for?” Harrison asked. “Get yourself ready for me so I can fuck you.”

He heard the hitch in Jett’s breathing, saw the tightening in his thigh muscles.

“You like the idea of being watched, don’t you? Well, now you have an audience.”

Jett’s hand trembled when he picked up the lube. “You’re going to fucking kill me. The things you say drive me insane.”

Harrison hummed and relaxed. He was still uncomfortably hard in his pants, but he was determined to ignore it. He was having too much fun teasing his pretty boyfriend—no need to escalate things just yet.

Jett’s movements were practiced as he slipped his lubed fingers between his cheeks and teased his hole. His intake of breath had Harrison clenching his hands, fingers curling in the fabric of his slacks.

He wasn’t the only impatient one in the room because Jett pushed a finger inside, moving it in and out before pausing to add another finger alongside the first. He slid them in and pulled them back, repeating the motion until they were as deep as they could go.

“Harrison, I—”

“No.” Harrison folded his arms, mostly to keep himself from tackling Jett to the bed. “You can do better than that.”

The needy whine that left Jett’s throat had goosebumps erupting on his skin. The movement from his hand turned rougher, and the sound of his breathy moans began to fill the room.

“So fucking perfect for me, Fraser.”

Jett curled his fingers, gasping when he hit the perfect angle.

“Fucking perfect.”