I use a wet paper towel to wipe my chest, the red and white uniform covered in a few spatters that darken the fabric. I don’t think anybody will notice. But even if they do, I doubt they’ll assume it’s anything other than sweat or water.
I inhale deeply through my nostrils, trying to calm my growing arousal.
“You need to get back out there.” I link my fingers together behind his neck. “You’ve got two minutes.” But then I frown. “Wait, you missed the whole tactics talk. Won’t Darrell—”
“Not with my dad here. He’ll assume I was being scolded.” Nathan smiles. “This was well worth missing the talk, though.”
“I’m glad I could help relax you,” I say on a chortle, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
I ensure my uniform is straight before ducking out of the spare men’s locker room, releasing an exhale of relief when nobody’s hanging around outside. A tiny part of me was worried we’d have an audience.
“Mae?”
I whirl around as I shut the door, my eyes meeting Sophia’s confused ones as she hurries around the corner. “I came looking for you. We’re back on.” She’s standing with her arms crossed, and her gaze darts to the locker room door. “Why were you in themen’slocker room?”
I’m not a good liar, but now’s the time I need to deliver an Oscar-worthy performance.
“Men’s?” My eyes widen with false realisation as I look at the black stickman clear on the red steel door.
“Yes?” Sophia raises her thin eyebrows.
“Oh, shit. Thank fuck there wasn’t anyone else in there,” I laugh casually, stalking away from the door. “I didn’t even realise. I just needed a breather.”
I don’t want Sophia to see my face. My expression will give me away.
“Oh… right.” She bobs her head before following me down the corridor, taking one last look at the locker room door. She quickly replaces her mystified expression with a cheerful one and slings an arm around my shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go wow that crowd.”
25: Nathan
“You’re burning the water,” I say as I peer into the pan bubbling on Bennett’s stove.
“You can’t burn water, genius.”
Evan arches an eyebrow. “I beg to differ. Look at that.” He gestures to the water now pouring over the side of the metal, and I roll my eyes and nudge Bennett aside so I can take over.
This man lives off ready meals and takeouts. Granted, he chooses the healthy options, but it would help if he knew how to boil pasta without setting his apartment on fire.
Leo gnaws on his toy block while sitting on his dad’s lap. “See? You’ve driven my kid to eat plastic.”
Bennett grumbles while we chuckle, and a knock from the door catches our attention.
“Who’s that?”
“I invited Cam over.” Bennet rushes to let him in.
My eyes round as I stare down at the cubed chicken frying.
Cam’s a nice guy. He’s a great member of the team, but he doesn’t know that his sister had her lips wrapped around my cock in the men’s locker room almost a week ago. He specifically told me to stay away from her, and I’m doing the complete opposite.
I’ve never hung out with him besides in a professional setting, so I’m not sure what I’m supposed to talk to him about.
“Great win last week, boys,” Cameron congratulates us as he strides in. He’s a confident man who can command a room, but he’s not cocky or smug, which is refreshing.
“Thanks, man.”
Leo releases a small gasp of excitement once he spots Cam. He sometimes sits in on Evan’s physio sessions, and Cam sneaks Leo candy and plays his favourite soul-crushing toddler music while he abuses his father’s muscles. I know it chips away at Evan’s mental stability a little more each time.
While the guys converse, I focus on fixing Bennett’s food disaster. I add to the conversation now and then, but for the most part, I remain quiet.
