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TREV

Overtime was five minutes of seeing how much our fans’ hearts could handle. Rush after rush, shot after shot, multiple near misses on both sides.

No goals.

The shootout had everyone on pins and needles. My teammates and I sat on the edge of the bench, barely breathing as we watched players on either side take their shots.

Toronto’s third shooter put one in. Lucky me, I was Pittsburgh’s third shooter. I could either score and keep the shootout going, or miss and we’d lose the game. No pressure or anything.

Seeing the puck slam into the twine was such a relief, it was almost orgasmic.

Four shooters later, Hoes scored, and the fans nearly blew the roof off the arena.

I was as elated as my teammates, but also relieved the game was finally over.

We had our two points, and now I could strip off my gear, shower, get dressed, find Cam, and get back to the house.

Maybe I was just flying high from the game, maybe I was just deluding myself into thinking he’d be interested, but I was quietly hoping Cam still had some energy left tonight.

Now that I finally wanted sex again, I couldn’t get enough.

Especially when it was sex with him—so, so damn good .

Even a game going to a shootout couldn’t drain me—not after we’d only managed a quickie this afternoon after I’d been gone for a few days.

We had the last three nights to make up for, damn it.

Though Cam wasn’t here with the kids tonight, he still had a pass to come downstairs after the game.

He didn’t come into the locker room, though.

I said hello to my boys, chatted with them about the game, and then hugged them goodbye before they left with Bryan.

After that, when I went to leave myslf, I wasn’t at all surprised to see Cam waiting outside the locker room, but—oh hell.

The instant I met his gaze, I almost stumbled.

I doubted anyone else could see what I did, but I sure saw it—the hunger in those stunning hazel eyes.

I gulped. Cam suppressed a grin.

Neither of us said a word. I supposed we didn’t have to. And we didn’t dare anyway because there were still some cameras and potentially hot mics nearby.

So I kept my mouth shut until we got in the car, and so did Cam. Once we were alone, he let go of a groan. “Oh my fucking God. You guys just had to go to a shootout tonight, didn’t you?”

I turned to him, arching an eyebrow. “I thought you liked shootouts.”

“Yeah, they’re fun—but not when they go to a million shooters, and definitely not when I’m losing my fucking mind because you’re down there on the bench instead of rearranging my insides!”

I burst out laughing even as heat flashed through me. “Were you—were you getting horny up there?”

“Just a bit, yeah,” he said without an ounce of repentance.

Fuck, I was glad we’d waited to have this conversation until we were in the car; I didn’t need anyone seeing me getting hard. “I, uh… I didn’t realize hockey turned you on that much.”

“It isn’t hockey. It’s—I can’t really explain it. Something about watching you play after we’ve fucked is just…” The seat creaked as he shifted around.

“Oh.” I swallowed. “Really?”

“Uh-huh. Plus you’ve been gone the past few nights, so…” He turned to me and raked his eyes up and down my body. “Any chance you have anything left tonight?”

Oh my God. He was going to be the death of me.

“Pretty—” I cleared my throat and tried again. “Pretty sure I’ve got some left.”

“Good. Maybe don’t worry too much about the speed limit on the way home?”

“I never do.” I started the engine. “Seat belt?”

“Right.” He pulled his on. “As if I’d ever not wear one when you’re driving.”

“Shut up.”

He snickered, and I chuckled even as I rolled my eyes.

“Too bad your car is so flashy,” he teased. “We could go park somewhere.”

I laughed, suddenly breathless. “Goddamn. I knew I should’ve bought something more subtle.”

“Please. You always said you were going to get a fancy car if you ever got to this level.”

Some warmth rose in my face, and I shrugged. “Okay, but I didn’t think that would get in the way of getting laid.”

Cam snorted. “You’re so classy and romantic, Trev. Never change. But maybe step on it?”

I laughed. As I started out of the parking space, I glanced at him and grinned. “Or I could drive extra slow and?—”

“Fuck you,” he muttered. “Come on. I’m horny. Let’s go. ”

I laughed. “But you’re so fun to tease.”

“I’m even more fun to fuck.”

Pursing my lips, I rocked my head back and forth. “You make a valid point.”

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.”

We exchanged looks, and the hunger smoldering in his eyes had me unbearably hard. I’d just had to buy a place out by the practice facility instead of close to the arena, hadn’t I? Fucking hell.

On the other hand, the drive back would give me more time to tease him into oblivion. I could live with that.

Outside the garage where players parked, there was a section of sidewalk where fans often gathered before and after games, hoping for autographs. Sometimes I stopped. Sometimes I didn’t. They were mostly nice, and it was fun to see them light up.

Tonight, I needed to get us home. Like now. Ideally before one or both of us burst into flames from pure horniness.

On the other hand…

I grinned to myself and pulled into the lane where my teammates and I usually stopped.

Beside me, Cam stiffened. “What are you doing?”

I flashed him a grin. “Making you wait, just because it’s fun to make you squirm.”

Then I turned to the fans and rolled down the window.

“Oh, you asshole…” Cam muttered just loud enough for me to hear.

I snickered, but quickly shifted my attention to the fans standing beside the car.

I thought for a second this might’ve been a bad idea—the flirting with Cam had left me in a somewhat…

visible state of needing him. But I was in an SUV that sat up pretty high, and it was dark out, so nobody could see much.

And hell, it actually gave me a sec to calm down so I could drive comfortably.

Cam didn’t say a word as I signed photos, pucks, and a jersey for gathered fans.

He kept his expression schooled, too—smiling at people when they peered across to see who was riding with me.

I was probably going to get asked about this later—about who my “mystery man” was—but the fans were polite and so was Cam.

He may not have been media-trained, but he knew how not to offend people or tip them off that there was any tension inside the vehicle.

Especially since it wasn’t bad tension. It wasn’t like we were fighting; I still wondered sometimes if fans had picked up on that whenever I’d stopped with Bryan beside me. He was media-trained, and he was very good at putting on a happy husband face, but sometimes you could just feel it.

Tonight, there was nothing negative, just me relentlessly teasing the helplessly horny man sitting beside me.

Teasing myself, too, but that would just make everything hotter once we finally tore off these clothes.

As I made my way down the line, I wondered more than once if I should’ve just waved at the fans and kept driving.

We all did that sometimes—the fans appreciated when we stopped, but we were hardly required to—and I’d have been miles down the interstate by now. Almost home. Almost fucking Cam.

Yeah, definitely a good thing the fans couldn’t see much beyond the top of my steering wheel, because I was far from calming down. So much for driving comfortably. By the time I made it to the end of the line of fans, I was shocked I wasn’t out of breath.

Finally, though, I was done. I waved at the fans, rolled up the window, pulled away from the curb, and managed to avoid squealing the tires in my hurry.

Now that we were safely away from the fans, Cam dropped the facade and growled, “You are such a dick.”

I laughed, squirming myself because oh, yeah, I was way too horny for this. “You know it’ll be worth it when I make you come.”

The groan he bit back was seriously sexy.

As we got on the freeway, I had to adjust myself, and his quiet cackle said he’d absolutely noticed.

“You brought this on yourself, you know.”

I shot him a look. “I could take the long way home.”

“You could. But you won’t.”

He wasn’t wrong. And I wasn’t giving two shits about the speed limit, because… God, I wanted him. Having him this keyed up beside me was equal parts fun and frustrating.

Are we there yet?

I reached across the console and slid a hand over his thigh. Fucking hell, I loved the way he whimpered when I did that. Especially when I moved higher, letting my finger slip along his crotch.

“Fuck, Trev…” he breathed. “I want you so bad.”

“Likewise,” I said, wondering when my voice had gone hoarse. “Shame we don’t have any lube, or I’d pull over and fuck you across the backseat.”

He whimpered softly. “You think I’m leaving the house around you without lube?”

I glanced at him, eyebrows up.

He dug in his pocket, and I’ll be damned if he didn’t hold up a small bottle. At first glance, I’d have thought it was hand sanitizer, but the logo caught the light and my breath hitched.

“Holy fuck…”

“So, about fucking me across the backseat?”

I shifted around, which didn’t make the hard-on any more comfortable. There were a few parking lots and backroads around here that I could get to in short order, but…

But I was driving a Land Rover. Not exactly inconspicuous like the battered old sedan we’d lost our virginities in. If someone saw us, and if they recognized my car…

Fuck. Not a good idea.

And we still had at least twenty minutes before we got home.

Time to improvise.

I licked my lips. Still keeping my gaze firmly on the road, I said, “Undo your pants. And belt.”

He stiffened for a second, but before I could say anything, his belt buckle jingled. I bit my lip. Jesus Christ.

Then he lifted himself off the seat a little and rucked his trousers down. Not far, but definitely far enough.