“Great game,” Thatcher says with a smile. “Jamie yelled so much I think he lost his voice.”
“Pan down,” I instruct him, and sure enough, there’s the jersey I flung at him all those weeks ago. His broad shoulders make it look good. “Keep panning.”
The screen shows Thatcher’s lean thighs against his sheets. I groan.
Fucking sexy hockey dad.
“What are you wearing under the jersey, baby?” I ask, my voice low and rough. Damn, how is this man so fucking sexy? He’s in my Iceguard jersey and I’m hard as hell just looking at him.
“Just some briefs,” he says. “I slipped off my pants for bed.”
“You going to sleep in my jersey?”
Thatcher yawns. “Thinking about it.”
“Do it,” I tell him, and his eyes darken.
“Yeah?”
I reach down and squeeze my cock, willing it to behave. “Yeah.”
Thatcher looks like he’s just this side of biting his lip and gives a shy smile to the camera. Coy, even.
“Do you have a roommate?” he asks
“Benji.”
Thatcher nods and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment.
“Let’s talk about the game, then,” he says, with his voice low and raspy.
I chuckle.
“He might not be back for a while,” I tease. “But you are probably right.”
Thatcher breathes through his nose. “Stop talking for a minute, Monroe.”
I notice his hand hasn’t moved from where it had dropped down to his crotch. Even though I can’t see my own face, I know my smirk is miles wide.
“Everything okay there, Gabe? Is there a . . . problem?” I practically purr the words into the phone, letting my voice get low.
“Fuck,” Thatcher growls, and I can tell by the movements of his arm he’s squeezing his dick.
“I miss you, baby,” I tell him, and he shoots me a death glare through the screen.
“I’m trying here, Roe,” he groans, and I love having him and his libido at my mercy.
My phone chimes, and I see a message pop up from Benji on the screen, so I switch to my phone to read it.
“Good news,” I tell Thatcher. “Benji just checked in to see if I need anything, and he says he’s about an hour out.”
“An hour?” Thatcher asks.
“Yep.”
Thatcher’s shoulders relax, like he’s settling back on his bed, and sure enough, I can see the pillows around him. He breathes out carefully and finally meets my eyes again.
“You were sexy as hell out there, sweetheart.”
