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I sucked in a harsh breath and closed my eyes before responding,

We miss you too

V’s response was immediate.

Show me how much

Panic warred with desire in the pit of my stomach and I glanced around the room. It was empty, but my teammates were in the shower room right next door.

Now?

Now

A photo popped up on my screen a moment later. That beautiful thick dick I’d gone wild for was hard and leaking. V had his hand wrapped around it, a bead of precum at the slit. I could see his steering wheel in the image. Knowing he was out somewhere, hard and touching himself, was a fucking turn-on.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly as dry as the Sahara. Fuck me, I wanted that cock.

A second later, another image came through. Kam was lying on our bed, naked from the waist down. Her knees were up, and she had dipped her fingers into her pussy. I could see her juices coating her fingers as she rode them.

I was hard and raring to go. Jesus, I wanted them. The knowledge that I could get caught both terrified me and ratcheted up the desire, heightening my need.

I threw my oversized towel over my shoulder and pulled the front of it down to hide my erection. There was no way I could walk into the shower room. We had separate stalls, but they were low enoughthat we could talk to one another. I was not jacking off and videoing myself doing it with my teammates standing in the stalls next to me.

I hid my cell phone in the folds of my towel and walked to the toilets. I closed the stall door behind me and opened the message thread again. Those two images were smoldering hot. I wanted V inside my ass, and I wanted to be buried so deep in Kamirah that the three of us merged into one writhing mass of ecstasy.

My ass clenched. I was so empty. I needed to be filled.

I jacked off, my eyes locked on the two images before me. The showers turned off one by one, and there was laughter and bantering. I didn’t even care if it drowned out the sound of me working my cock. My balls drew up tight, and precum pooled at my slit. I took photos, one after another.

Another message popped up.

I’m waiting…

I gasped and hit Send on some of the photos, my hand shaking as I worked my dick.

The tingling started at the base of my spine, and I flipped over to video. My breathing was labored, my cock an angry red as I pumped my fist over it.

Then I was coming, pulse after pulse of cum emptying from my balls and shooting onto the purple dividers between the toilet stalls. I slumped back against the other divider and hit Send on the video.

Only a second later, another message came through. This one had a photo too—V’s spent cock in his hand, cum all over his belly.

Good boy

twelve

Kamirah

We were on our feet in the Crypto.com Arena, screaming for our guys. Chris hadn’t seen much time on the ice yet, but the first line was killing it.

The stadium was a sea of black and silver interspersed with pockets of purple—those of us that had made the trip up from San Diego were cheering the loudest after the last goal. Jacques had timed the shot to Hux perfectly, and there hadn’t been a moment of hesitation in Hux’s slap shot. He sent it flying straight over the goalie’s pads and into the net. It was beautiful.

The Kings and their fans weren’t yet over last year’s end-of-season loss. We’d won more than one game against them this season, too, and they were playing dirty. The score was close, but we weren’t there yet—we needed one more to even it up—and our guys were fighting hard to get there.

The problem was in the first line defense. Cohen and Agosta were good, but they paled next to the damage Mironov and Chris could do. Between them letting too many in and Hewitt having a miserable game, the score was more favorable than it should have been.

The teams faced up at center ice, and Gauthier moved at the speed of light. He slung it straight to Hewitt.

But Hewitt missed.