“I really need to get home,” I said, opening the Uber app on my phone. “Glad you got home safe. Enjoy the boozy cider for me.”
“I’ll drink two!” she replied with a grin that made my heart move behind my ribcage.
Only after she disappeared into the elevator did I let out a breath that I’d been holding.
I spent the Uber ride home wondering if I’d made the right decision.
My mechanic ended up bailing because of the storm, but promised that she would be there first thing in the morning. Ilooked up June’s number in the employee directory, then texted her to let her know.
The next morning, I was in the parking lot with my mechanic. She was an old friend of mine, so I chatted with her while she poked around under the hood of my car.
“So when are you going to ask her out?” she randomly said.
“What? I’m not going to ask her out,” I replied.
With her head still buried in the engine of my car, she said, “You’ve been talking about her for ten minutes.”
“I’m just… it’s nothing. You’re reading into things.”
She stood up and wiped her hands with a dirty piece of cloth. “I’ve known you a long time, Cole. So I’ll be blunt. You’ve got the hots for this girl. Now, I don’t know if it’s lust or love, but Idoknow you should ask her out.”
“You don’t understand. She’s the team trainer. I shouldn’t ask her out. It’ll make things messy.”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “If you’re going to let that stop you, then you’re a goddamn fool.”
As she bent back over my car, I wondered if she was right.
14
June
It was an innocent offer. Cole had walked me home in the storm, protecting me from rain and homeless men. Inviting him up to my apartment to dry off and have a drink was theleastI could do.
But when he declined, I realized my intentions weren’t so innocent after all.
I wanted him to come up.
I wanted to see where the rest of the night would take us.
And deep down, Iwantedsomething to happen.
I really liked Cole. I felt safe around him in a deep, primal way. It was obvious why he was the captain of the team. He was a calming, stable presence.
And I was still frustrated—sexually and otherwise—that my schedule hadn’t lined up with Rhett. I felt like I’d been given a season pass to Disney World but had only been able to use it once. This job was stressful, stressful in agoodway, but I needed the sweet release that came from sex.
I took a hot shower, utilizing the pulse setting on my showerhead to try to get the release I craved. I thought aboutRhett, and the playful little winks he gave me when nobody else was looking. I replayed the way he’d grabbed my waist with both hands while driving into me. I imagined he was in the shower with me, grabbing me from behind this time while the scalding water ran over our bodies.
And then Cole drifted into my imagination. I fantasized about him being in the shower with us, kissing me while his teammate fucked me from behind. Cole grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me lower, down onto his waiting cock. I imagined myself wedged between them, the two of them moaning as they took me from both ends, four hands gripping my body the way they gripped their hockey sticks while gliding on the ice in front of the cameras and the world…
The orgasm that rocked my body was so powerful that my knees buckled and I sat down in the shower, trembling for several seconds before removing the showerhead from between my legs. My chest heaved as I caught my breath, eventually mustering the strength to peel my body off the shower floor. Even then, my legs felt like rubber.
I thought about it as I settled onto the couch with a boozy hot cider. Threesomes had always been a fantasy of mine, the kind of sex I usually gravitated to on the rare occasion I watched porn. To me, there was nothing sexier than being shared by two men. Passed back and forth between them, taken from both sides. Feeling them shake and shiver with release at the same time. It made me feel sexy and powerful in a way that I rarely did.
That kind of thing would neveractuallyhappen. I knew that. But it was harmless to fantasize about it when I was alone. Nobody had to know but me.
That’s what fantasies were for, right?
There was a text message waiting on my phone when I woke up the next morning, sent around midnight.
