Page 98 of Risking the Pucking Defense

“Nice.”

“Mmm.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant, it’ll be nice to spend time with them. I’m sure tonight was a whirlwind.”

“Yeah, because all I could think about was seeing you again.”

I can’t help but smile. I don’t know how he does it, but he makes me feel so special, so wanted.

“What about after?”

“Is this your way of asking if I want to hang out with you?”

“What? No. I’ll be working. I’m just…curious.”

“We’ve got training sessions all afternoon. Will probably be at the rink until late.”

“I don’t know how you all do it. Just watching you is exhausting.”

“You watch me?” he asks, teasingly.

“It’s my job to keep an eye on all of you.”

“Ah, but keeping an eye and watching are very different,” he mocks. “I like knowing you’re watching me, though. You watch warm-ups, right?” he taunts.

“Hayden,” I warn, my face heating.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he states confidently. “You know, if you ever want a private show, all you gotta do is ask.”

“And there I was thinking I got some hip action earlier.”

“Oh, Hails,” he rasps, his warm breath rushing over my neck. “That was nothing. You make sure you’re there for our next warmups, and I’ll make sure I put on my best performance. Just for you.”

I turn and press my face into the pillow.

“Do you think you can watch without reacting? Without letting anyone know that you’re secretly imagining how I’d look doing that naked and in your bed?”

“Hayden,” I gasp, aware that that is exactly what I’ll be thinking about the next time I catch him doing those sinful exercises.

He chuckles. “Tell me you’re travelling with us to Boston,” he begs.

I squeeze my eyes closed.

“I don’t want to put any pressure on, but I might need you. Hell, scratch that. I’m gonna need you.”

My heart pounds, his words wrapping around me. I don’t remember the last time anyone genuinely needed me. I don’t know how to deal with it other than to squirm uncomfortably.

Hayden groans as my ass grinds against him.

“You’re making it really hard to be a good boy here, Hails.”

I have to bite down on the inside of my lip to stop myself from responding with something like, “Then don’t be.”

That will not help this situation.

“I find that hard to believe. You’re always a good boy.”

Fuck. That wasn’t much better.