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CHAPTER NINE

MASON

I eyed him. I needed to know more. After hearing what I had so far, my heart was aching for him. “Tell me more about Eleanor. Like, did she make you go to church and shit?” I sipped from the champagne bottle.

“For a while, until we graduated from high school.” He brushed his thumb over the back of my hand, gazing at it. “She wanted us to be good little Christians, but we faked it pretty well.” He sighed. “It was like we were trophies to be shown off at her church events, but we still had Jenny at home taking care of us, making us dinner, making sure we had the emotional support we needed.” His gaze went far away. “Shit, I wonder where she is now?”

“You have no idea? Ever looked her up on social media?” I squeezed his hand. If it weren’t for my mom, sometimes I wondered how I would have made it. Dad was there too, but not like Mom.

“Nope,” he said, his voice cracking. He rubbed his chest. “Eleanor fired her right after I graduated from high school, and it was pretty ugly. She accused Jenny of trying to have an affair with Dad. I’d be embarrassed as hell to find her on social media. My sister still had two years to go, but I guess Eleanor figured Iris would be fine on her own. Iris didn’t have a shit ton of hockey stuff to deal with.” He swallowed thickly. “Dad had me with the best trainers, nutritionists, all that shit. By the time I graduated, he was the VP of his division and could afford it.”

“And you just went with it and kept your mouth shut.” I pinched my lips. He’d grown up in a totally different world from me. No wonder he’d kept himself so private. “When did you start actually hooking up with men?”

“In high school. I knew where to find hookups, you know, hanging out in West Hollywood on the weekends.” He dipped his head. “That is when I wasn’t on the road for a game.”

Here came the big questions I wanted to ask. Pulling on his hand, I said, “How old were you the first time?—”

“Sixteen. I was sixteen, and the guy blew me outside of a gay bar, in the alley.” He chuckled. “It was fucking awesome. I thought I’d won the lottery.”

I huffed a laugh. “Yeah, your first blowjob from a dude is pretty awesome.” I looked him over. I wanted to be closer to him, but it felt like if I moved, the moment we were having would be over. I did not want this thing to end in a one-time hookup between us. I was way beyond that. “Eleanor sounds like a wicked witch or something.” And I hadn’t even met her.

“Yeah, she is. I really don’t like her. Neither does my sister. She’s not…warm, like, at all.” He twisted his lips. “Which is weird, you know? If someone is so into Jesus and all that shit, why wouldn’t they be warm and loving? Why wouldn’t they take in two very traumatized kids who just lost their mother and, I don’t know, mother them?” His gaze met mine with his brows furrowing. “Why is it so many religious people are so hypocritical?”

Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t know. I do know some religious people who aren’t, so it’s not all of them. Some of them do a lot of good, working with food banks, houseless shelters, you name it. ”

“Not Eleanor.” He barked out a sharp laugh. “She couldn’t be bothered to cook us dinner, let alone cook for the homeless.” He muttered, “Especially if she thought any of them looked remotely illegal.”

“Shit, so she’s a racist too?” I lifted my brows, heat filtering through my chest. If I ever met this woman, I would not be nice. “I can’t stand that shit.”

“Yeah, me neither.” He fell back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. “But there doesn’t seem to be much I can do about it.”

I set the now-empty champagne bottle on the nightstand, and then lay on my side next to him, propping up on my elbow, my head in my hand. I brushed my finger over the grooves in his bare abs. “I’m guessing Eleanor is not queer-friendly.”

“Fuck no.” He choked out a laugh. “Problem is, I think she’s got my father brainwashed into her way of thinking.” His gaze met mine and his breath caught.

I stopped the scroll of my finger on his abs. “Jett, I think I can help you.” Would he let me? Was he ready to stop living a lie?

“Yeah?” He tilted his head toward me, his gaze locking on mine. “How?”

My brows dipped as I said, “I…I could be there for you when you come out. We could, uh…” I shrugged. “Not let tonight be the last time.” My heart battered against my ribcage. If he said no, then what the hell was I supposed to do?

He covered my hand in his, resting over his stomach. “I’m scared. What if the guys on the team turn into assholes?”

With a shake of my head, I said, “That’s not going to happen. Archer and I are already out, and no one’s been an asshole to us.” And if they were, I’d fucking beat them to a?—

“But what if they’re pissed off that I didn’t come out sooner? I mean, I’ve been lying to them all.” His gaze darted between my eyes. “Fuck, I have no idea what my dad would do.”

“Okay, let’s unpack all of this.” I lifted his hand to my lips and kissed his knuckles. “First, if anyone says anything shitty to you, they’ll have to deal with me.” I pushed my lips together, a thought scattering through my brain. “Wait, what have you been telling the other guys?”

Breathing through a huff, he said, “Shit, the same garbage I told you about dating women. I’m sure they’ve all seen the beards on my Instagram feed too. I know Volkov commented on some of them. He wants me to hook him up.”

“Oh.” Yeah, this might be a little more difficult than I’d thought. He’d dug himself a very deep hole. “What if we take this a little at a time?”

“We?” The edge of his lips curled. “Is there a we now?” He snuck his lower lip between his teeth.

With a hard swallow, I watched my thumb brush over the back of his hand. “There is if you want there to be.” Again, I was putting myself out there. He’d sidestepped it last time. Would he bite now? I peered at him.

His lips parted and he stared at me for a moment. “What would that look like? If you and I started, what, dating?” He huffed a chuckle. “It sounds weird to me.”

Freeing his hand, I rolled onto my stomach and shifted closer to him, then brushed a lock of dirty-blond hair off his forehead. With a smirk, I said, “Why is that weird? Gay men date. We have relationships too. Can even get married, I heard.”

“Yeah, but we’re teammates.” As he fixated on my mouth, he wrapped his hand around the back of my head and pulled me in, pressing a long kiss on my lips. “Can I have some time to think about this?” His gaze crept to mine.

My heart jolted. What the fuck was there to think about? As my mouth went dry, I licked my lips. “Yeah, uh, sure.”

“I’m sorry, Mason. I like you. I do. It’s just a lot for me right now.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and tugged me to lie on his chest. Kissing my head and skimming his fingers over my back, he said, “Can we sleep in the same bed tonight?”

My eyes popped open, and I lifted my head. “Don’t you think that’s sort of boyfriendy?” Maybe there was hope .

A smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah. Maybe I’m taking the dating thing for a test drive. What do you think?”

“Sure.” Fuck yeah, I had him. I’d find a way to make him mine. I pecked his cheek. “We have a game tomorrow, so I guess we better turn in, huh?”

“Okay.” He pushed me off him and we both climbed under the covers of his bed, both of us lying on our backs at the headboard.

“Are you a person who spoons from the back or the front?” I flicked off the lamp next to the hotel bed.

“I don’t, um, I don’t sleep with other people.” He winced. “I’m a hook-up-and-leave kind of guy.”

“Oh, well, then I’ve got a treat for you.” I pushed on his shoulder, and he turned to his side, back to me, then I snuggled up behind him, wrapping my arm around his waist. My dick thickened against his backside. Dammit, now was not the time. “So, how’s this?”

“Great. Feels like you’re as hard as I am.” He shoved his ass into my dick.

“You keep that up and we’re not sleeping yet.” Fuck, now I was horny as hell again. But I wanted more than a few hookups from him. I needed to make him wait to have me again. I kissed his shoulder. “Goodnight.”

In a rasp, he said, “Goodnight, Mason.”

My heart danced in my chest. Fuck, I loved it when he called me by my first name. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.

As two ringtones filled the air, I fluttered my eyes open to light slicing through the room from between the window blinds. “Fuck.” Both our alarms were going off on our phones. I tapped the alarm buttons on both phones and looked down .

Jett’s arm was still draped over my hips. We’d swapped places in the night, and he’d been spooning me.

“Shit, morning already?” His strong arm pulled me into his chest, and he rocked his hard dick into my ass.

“Someone’s awake.” As heat prickled over my skin, my morning wood ached. I didn’t think I had it in me to make him wait this morning. No, fuck that. I rolled over inside his arms, brushed my lips over his and said, “I can take care of that for you.” I stroked his straining cock through his pajama bottoms.

“Yeah? Is this another dating perk?” With his eyes still closed, a grin worked over his lips. He turned to his back and stretched his arms over his head, groaning. “Goddamn, I slept well.” Opening his eyes, his gaze found mine. “Well? I’m waiting.”

“You’re a little demanding.” With a smirk, I climbed over the top of him, my hips between his legs, our hot cocks slotting together. I flicked my tongue at his nipple and his dick pulsed against mine. Tension knotted in my gut. Fuck, I wanted him. I’d barely had a chance to touch him last night. Nibbling on his other nipple, I rutted against him, pleasure shivering over me.

With a long moan, he arched his head into his pillow. “Fuck yeah. Lower.” He pushed on my shoulders.

I skimmed my tongue down the grooves of his stomach, creeping down the bed. When I reached the band of his pajamas, I lifted them up.

He raised his hips and shucked the pajamas down and over his ass. “There you go.” Tucking his hands behind his head over the pillows, he looked down at me. “I want to watch.”

“Absolutely.” With a wicked grin, I took in his long, thick cock with the vein. It was the same one I’d seen a picture of on my hookup app. Okay, we were going to have words about that fiasco, but not right now. As my mouth watered, I fisted the base and plunged over him, flicking my tongue up the underside.

“Uh…” His body tensed and jerked, and he raked his teeth over his lower lip. “Holy fuck, that feels good. ”

I pumped him with my mouth, swirling the crown with my tongue and fluttering it into the slit, the heady taste of his precum floating over my tongue. Goddamn, he tasted like heaven. I’d waited a long-ass time to suck this cock.

He gasped and moaned, and goosebumps broke out over his thighs. “Shit, I’m close already.” He snatched my hair and tugged my mouth off him. “Give me a minute.”

With my mouth hanging open, I gazed up at him and smirked. “I’m that good, huh?”

“Yeah, or it’s just been a while.” He glanced away and focused on me. “I haven’t been with anyone since our almost hookup on the app, except for you last night.” He bit the side of his lower lip. “I’m sorry, by the way.”

“Dude, we are not going to talk about that right now.” I snuck a peek at his gorgeous dick, precum leaking from the tip. “Breakfast is waiting.” I swallowed him whole and quickened my pace.

“Oh, Jesus.” His abs tensed and his thighs trembled beside me. “Fuck, going to come.”

I sucked him harder, and as my saliva slithered down his balls, I slicked my finger and slipped it into his crack, my thumb kneading a nut. Yeah, that oughta do it.

“Fuck!” Panting, he pushed on my head with a gasp.

His cock swelled further and pulsed as cum spurted to the back of my throat. Licking it all up, I swallowed it all down, taking him deep into my throat. As it slowed, I rose, my balls aching, and I smiled at him, then swiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “My turn.”

“Yeah?” With a mischievous grin, he looked at me, his cheeks still pink and chest still heaving with deep breaths.

“Hell yes.” Lifting onto my knees, I shoved my pajama bottoms down, and my dick bobbed at him. With a slow stroke on my shaft, I tilted my head and groaned as sparks lit up my spine. I was so fucking hard after blowing him.

“Fucking hell. Give me that fine cock of yours.” After working his pajamas over his spent cock, he shoved me to the side and rolled me to my back, then knelt between my legs and licked his lips. “Let’s see how long you last.” Wrapping his hand around the base, he fell over me, his tongue laving up my shaft and his other hand cupping my balls.

“Oh shit.” As pulses shuddered through me, I clenched my abs and gritted out a moan. Yes, this was what I was talking about. I thrust my hips and slapped my hands to the back of his head, forcing him to take me all the way in.

With a soft gag, he gasped over my dick and opened his throat for me, swallowing around it.

“Oh God.” Pleasure swirled inside me, reaching all the way to my toes. I thrust in time with his sucking mouth, his tongue flickering at all my sensitive spots. After a few good minutes, my balls grew heavy and tightened. Fuck, I was about to explode. No way I was holding out. As tingling played over my shaft, I rasped, “Coming.” Clenching my eyes shut, I gasped as waves of pleasure shuddered over my body. My cum shot to the back of his throat and my toes curled. As it slowed, my whole body relaxed into the bed. I was a virtual puddle under him. “Holy fuck, Jett. You can suck cock with the best of them.” I raked my fingers through my bangs. And here he’d been trying to play like he was straight. I chuckled. No, I’d known better.

“What are you snickering about?” He threw himself up next to me.

“Nothing.” I was delirious after that blowjob. With a giggle, I said, “Okay, I was thinking how I knew all along you were queer.”

“Would you have figured it out if you hadn’t found me on the app?” He snuggled into my side, resting his head on my shoulder and his leg over both of mine.

I shifted my gaze to the top of his head. Hmmm, he was acting pretty affectionate for someone who only did hookups. Had I changed his mind on that yet? “Probably. My gay vibes detector is off the charts. I’m never wrong.” I wrapped my arm around him and kissed the top of his head.

“What did Archer think?” He skimmed his fingers around my nipple, leaving a tickle.

A shiver played over my skin. “He thought I was wrong, but he should know better.” I scoffed a laugh. “He’s bi. I don’t think he ever honed his skills. He spent too much time dating women.”

“Oh…” He nuzzled into my chest.

Knocking clapped through the room. “Hey, guys, time for breakfast.” Archer’s voice filtered in.

“Dammit, almost forgot.” Jett hopped off the bed and strode for the bathroom. “I’ll shower first?—”

“Nope, showering together.” I hauled ass off the bed and stepped past him. “Come on.” I waved him in and flicked on the light. “Be right there, Carlson,” I called out to the door.

A half-hour later, we were down at breakfast. I waltzed into the conference room in front of Jett and scanned the buffet tables. “God, I’m starved.” I leaned into Jett. “Blowjobs make me hungry. For future reference.”

“Shh, keep your voice down.” Grabbing my elbow, he looked around us. “Let’s keep this quiet, okay?”

My brows snapped up. Shit, I hadn’t thought to talk about how to behave in front of the guys before we left the room. Guess it would be business as usual. “Yeah, okay.” I left him to grab a plate and filled it with eggs, sausage, and melon. At the end of the buffet, I filled a bowl with oatmeal and milk.

Archer walked to my side. “What the hell were you two doing this morning?”

My chest tensed. I couldn’t lie to Archer, could I? “I’ll tell you later.” I gave him a pointed look .

He wrinkled his brows. “Okay.” He flicked a glance at Jett. “You two both look…different.”

Nope, no way I could lie to him. “Yeah, like I said, we’ll talk later.” I snuck a peek at Jett, picking fruit out of a bowl. “Where are you sitting?”

“Over here.” He led me to a table with Volkov and a few of the other rookies.

Volkov stopped telling whatever story he’d been going on about, peered at me, and tented his hands over his empty plate. “Up late last night?” He snickered.

“No, just, um…” I glanced at Jett, working his way as slowly as possible down the buffet line. Fuck, what was I supposed to say? Oh… “My mom called this morning, so I took some time to talk to her.”

“Yeah?” Volkov hooked a brow and smirked at me. “I’d take a call from your mother too.”

The room broke out in hushed laughter.

Why the fuck did people always have to go there? With my chest heating, I said, “Yeah? Well, you’ll never get that call. She’s way out of your league, Volkov.” I dropped into a chair next to Archer, picked up my fork and stuffed it into some eggs.

Jett made his way to our table. “This seat taken?” He pointed at the chair next to Volkov.

“No, by all means, take it.” Volkov eyed Jett as he sat down. “Why were you late? Someone call you this morning too?”

With a shake of his head, he grumbled and said, “Nope, just tired.” With a glance at me, the ghost of a lopsided smile flickered over his lips.

Warmth filtered through my chest. Maybe it wasn’t going to be totally business as usual. I ate some eggs.

Archer’s gaze darted from me to Jett, and then he dropped his mouth open and bumped his knee into mine.

“What?” I stared at him, my mouth still full of eggs. Shit, he knew. He’d better keep his mouth shut. I slowly shook my head, my gaze locked on his .

He shut his jaw and stuffed a bagel with lox and cream cheese into his mouth.

As Volkov went into a story to the table about an impossible goal he’d made last year, I slid my phone out of the pocket of my sweats and texted Archer.

Mason

Yes, he’s gay. Keep your mouth shut.

Archer’s phone buzzed on the table, and he picked it up, his eyes growing wide, then shifting to me. He stabbed at the screen of his phone.

Archer

What the fuck? Did you two have sex last night? Did you go after him in his sleep? What?

With a quiet chuckle, I ate a bite of melon and texted back.

Mason

No, he attacked me as soon as we got into our hotel room. Seems I’m irresistible. ??

Archer

You are so full of yourself.

I lowered my brows.

Mason

Why does everyone keep saying that? Look, it’s complicated and he can’t come out. I’m not even sure where this is headed, if it’s headed anywhere at all.

As an ache snuck through my heart, I glanced at Archer.

With his forehead wrinkling, he grabbed my thigh for a second and typed.

Archer

You like him.

I sighed.

Mason

Yes, I do. I’ve asked him to maybe date or something. He’s thinking about it.

Archer

Thinking about it? What’s to think about? He’d be lucky as fuck to date you.

I mouthed, thanks , to him. My neck shivered and I glanced at Jett. Yeah, he was staring at me. Probably wanted to know what Archer and I were texting about. I’d have to talk with him later. I hoped he wouldn’t be too mad at me, but he had to understand I couldn’t lie to Archer. And the fucker had already figured it out. My phone buzzed in my hand.

Archer

We’ll talk more after the game tonight.

I nodded at him. We’d be flying home tonight. Too bad we were in Sin City and wouldn’t have time to enjoy any of it. But when would Jett give me his answer about us? My gaze crept to Jett digging into his fruit. Fuck, who was I kidding? Of course he’d choose me. Who the hell wouldn’t?

We played an uneventful game and won, three to two, against the Knights in a packed arena. My new relationship with Jarvis had been good for our game. Even Coach had commented on how in tune we were on the ice. I stepped onto the plane behind Archer and took a seat up front. I needed to talk to him even more n ow. Jett had gone back to behaving like a close teammate all day and it had been a bit unnerving.

Archer fell into the seat next to mine and sighed. “You going to sleep or watch the episode of Friends everyone set up for tonight?” He slipped his iPad out of his laptop bag and stuffed the bag under his seat.

“ Friends , I guess.” I watched the guys filing into the plane, some giving me a flicker of a smile or a wave. I didn’t think I could sleep if I tried. My head was all wrapped up in Jett.

Jett stepped onboard behind Volkov. His gaze swung to mine and a faint grin crept over his lips.

He was sure getting cozy with Volkov lately. I twisted my mouth. Would I be able to get him alone? What about after the flight? I tagged Archer’s shoulder and leaned in. “Hey, so do you think I should try and hang out with Jett, or would that look too suspicious?”

“Seeing as how you haven’t really hung out with him on any other flight, but we all know you guys roomed together, I would say it wouldn’t look like anything.” As his gaze met mine, he lifted a brow. “When are you going to tell me what happened?” He up-nodded at another D-man rookie as he walked by.

I scanned around us. No one was paying any attention to us. They were taking their seats, chatting about the game, or getting ready to sleep or watch the movie pick for tonight. “So, you know his mom died, right?” I winced. Archer went through something similar, but he’d been in college already.

“Shit, no.” He fingered his iPad resting in his lap. “How?” He swept his gaze to me.

“Car accident, back when he was ten.” I looked behind us and caught Jett talking to our goalie, Sampson, before he slid in next to Volkov. Yeah, he was way back there and couldn’t hear us. “Anyway, his dad got remarried shortly after to some Christian fundamentalist woman who isn’t too keen on queer people.”

“And so, he never came out.” With a scowl, he shook his head. “He doe sn’t want to lose his last remaining parent.” He pursed his lips. “Even when my dad was an ass to me about coming out and all the other bullshit he put me through, I still didn’t want to lose him.”

“Yeah, I remember.” I squeezed his forearm and released him. “Jett said something similar. But he’s not sure how his dad will react. He knows the new wife, and I say that because Jett never called her his stepmom, is homophobic, but doesn’t know if she’s brainwashed his dad into that way of thinking.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Is there any way to find out? Maybe Jett’s worried about nothing.”

“Yeah, maybe. He has a sister. I wonder if she could do some reconnaissance work for him and find out.” I tapped my chin. It seemed pretty simple. He’d said his sister knew about his sexuality. “Shit, maybe he’s tried that though.”

“Why don’t you ask him?” He raised his brows.

Everyone took their seats and the plane’s engines rumbled through the cabin.

“Shit, forgot to buckle in.” I fastened my seatbelt as the stewardess strolled by and gave me a smile. As the plane started moving down the tarmac and the city lights of the strip shimmered by the window, I said, “We’ll be home in about forty-five minutes. Do you think maybe I should invite him over to my place?” I chewed my lower lip, studying Archer.

He shrugged. “Yeah, why not? You two are dating now, right?” The edge of his mouth tugged up.

“No, well, maybe. I don’t know if we’re actually dating. He still hasn’t given me a definitive answer on that.” I wrung my hands in my lap as my chest grew tight. When the hell was he going to tell me?

“Jesus, Mason, you need to be talking to him, not me.” Puffing out a breath, he leaned his seat back. “By the way, did you ever find out what happened to him in Dallas?”

I thought a moment, toying with my seat buckle. Could I tell Archer? But hadn’t Jett said only a few people knew about it? Those were the same ones who knew he was gay and Archer was al ready privy to that information. “A teammate caught him with a guy in a restroom while the team was celebrating a big win.” I flicked my gaze to his.

He wrinkled his nose. “And so? They were assholes about it?”

“Yeah, he was bullied pretty badly to the point of not being able to dress with the team and shit.” I scoffed. I was still having a hard time believing people could, in this day and age, be such assholes. “But they kept it quiet for him because of the situation with his dad.”

“Who knows about this besides you and me? Volkov? Does he know?” Archer twisted to glance behind him.

“He said only some management and our coaches know. I don’t think Volkov knows.” I let out a long exhale. What a fucking mess I was walking into. But hell, Jett needed someone, and I wanted to be that someone. “Archer, he needs us.” I grabbed his hand on the armrest between us.

Archer’s gaze cut to mine. “Yeah?” His gaze searched my face. “Then we’ll be there to support him. Maybe we can introduce him to the squad. It can’t hurt for him to be around other queer hockey players.” He smirked. “He can be a new squad member.”

“Yeah, now that Jonah’s all the way up in Toronto with Coach Hot Stuff, we need a new member.” I leaned back in my seat. I’d make this work, and Jett would have our family to fall back on. Shit, I should text him and invite him over to my apartment. I slipped my phone out of the pocket of my slacks and tapped the screen. We had internet service on the plane’s Wi-Fi, so it should work.

Mason

Do you want to come over to my place tonight?

Three dots popped up, flickered at me and disappeared. Fuck. Did he have to think about it that hard? I watched my screen , biting my thumbnail. Please say yes. It was only one word with three letters, for fuck’s sake.

The three dots popped up again.

Jett

Sure. We should talk.

My pulse sputtered. What the hell did that mean? I rubbed my forehead, staring at my screen.

“What?” Archer grabbed my hand and turned my phone to him. With a soft chuckle, he said, “Well, that’s good, isn’t it? You two need to talk about how you’re going to handle things, and he wants to do it tonight.”

“What if he tells me he doesn’t want to date me? What if he thinks it’s too risky for whatever the fuck reason?” I bit the nail off my thumb. Fuck, hadn’t done that in a long time. I spit the nail tip onto the floor.

“Mason, what’s up with you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this insecure over anything, let alone a guy.” His eyes widened. “Shit, you like him a lot. You’re crushing hard on him, aren’t you?”

With a slow nod, I said, “Yeah, guess I am. I’ve never felt like this before.” I drew a ragged inhale. “How did you handle it when you weren’t sure how Leo felt about you?”

He rubbed his chin. “Shit, that feels like a long-ass time ago now. It’s unnerving, I remember that.” He patted my forearm. “At least you’ll know something tonight, and it won’t drag on.” Grabbing my forearm, he said, “He’ll come around. You’ll see.” He gave me a sly grin. “In fact, judging by how you two played tonight and were looking at each other from across the table at dinner, he’s probably crushing hard on you too.”

“Yeah?” My gaze snapped to his. God, I hoped he was right.

After the flight, I texted Jett my address and we agreed to meet in my parking garage. We’d made like everything was teammate casual so no one would be suspicious. I drove my Audi SUV into my parking spot and eyed Jett standing next to a black Cadillac Escalade. Oh, that was so stereotypical professional sports player of him. I huffed a chuckle, climbed out, grabbed my duffel from the back seat, and strolled to him, my pulse picking up speed. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Slipping his hands inside the front pockets of his slacks, he dipped his head.

I peered at the duffel bag strap on his shoulder. Was he thinking about staying the night? Fuck yeah. My cock perked up.