“It’s not him at all, is it?”
He shakes his head. “No.” He grunts when I stop to spit again. “Different,” he says. His hand grips the back of my head as he pulls my mouth to him and kisses me hard. I jerk him as hard and as punishingly as he kisses me.
There’s a knock on the door that makes us jump, and it opens a second later. I freeze then quickly back away. Alka gets to hisfeet and turns his back on the door while the man stands there, staring, his eyes wide.
With Alka’s back to the door so he can put his junk away, it’s just me staring at this guy. I’ve seen him before. An athletic trainer, I think.
There’s a noise beyond the door that makes him look down the hall. He sways before stepping inside and shutting the door just as Alka turns around. I grab my obviously hard dick through my pants in a feeble attempt at hiding my hard-on.
“It’s not what you think,” Alka says.
The man raises his eyebrow. “I think I just saw you two getting it on,” he says with a smirk.
Alka sighs. “Yes.Thatpart is what you think. I mean, this isn’t some quid-pro-quo thing. It’s not like that.”
He’s still smirking.
“Lock the door,” Alka says.
He does so.
“This is Rub—” Alka shakes his head. “Roux.”
“He’s one of your players, no?”
Alka scowls at him then looks at me. “This is Declan Whitaker, one of the department’s athletic trainers and a friend,I think, though right now I’m questioning that.”
Declan grins.
Alka looks at him again. “We met over the summer on Kala. We didn’t know we’d meet at school again. We thought it’d be a long-distance thing. Obviously, we left out some key details when exchanging personal information because he’s here, and… I’m not willing to stop seeing him.”
Declan shrugs. “Okay.”
I wait, my eyes moving between them. “That’s it? Okay?”
Declan looks at me, his smile climbing. “Sorry. Did you need more enthusiasm? That’s great!”
Alka snorts while I narrow my eyes. He reaches for me, wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls me against him. “He’s not going to say anything.”
“He didn’t say that,” I point out.
“I’m not going to say anything,” Declan says aloud, his expression implying that he does so to appease me.
“Trust me,” Alka murmurs, kissing my cheek by my ear. “Go. I’ll see you at practice. Okay?”
I take a breath, studying Declan. I don’t know this man, but Alka does. He’s right. I need to trust him. Pressing my lips together, I nod. “Yeah. See you at practice.” I kiss him in return then head for the door. Declan moves aside, still wearing that irritating smirk as I unlock the door and leave the office.
There’s no one in the hall, for which I’m glad. I’m sure I look both flushed and irritated. Also, my dick hasn’t quite gotten the memo that playtime is over.
I wander out of the building and onto the soccer pitch. Maybe I should have brought a ball. Oh, look. There’s one right there.
Maybe I should have played the lottery. As I make my way to the soccer ball leaning against the goal post, I look around, waiting for a lottery ticket to appear like the ball did. No such luck. I’m not sure it’d be a winner anyway.
We got caught. What if Alka doesn’t know Declan as well as he thinks he does? What then?
CHAPTER 27
ALKA
