“Didn’t want you getting bored,” I said, and he flipped me off before scrambling to the other end of the room.
The music came on and Tucker started pounding a rhythm on the lockers. Guys shouted over each other, hugging, jostling, celebrating as if we were going home with the cup.
Coach lifted a hand again, shouting over the music. “Alright, save some of that for the next round. Hit the showers, get changed. Remember what’s waiting for us.”
The volume dipped, and the adrenaline slowly tapering off. Laughter turned to quieter talk and one by one, the guys started clearing out. The sound softened from chaos to calm.
Grayson and I were the last ones left.
He clapped my shoulder, gym bag over his arm. “You were solid tonight, man. Seriously.”
“Try not to sound so surprised,” I said.
He smiled, and whatever friction was still simmering between us dissolved. “Don’t stay too late.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said, though I didn’t move.
When the door finally swung shut behind him, silence settled like dust after a storm. I sat on the bench, still half in my gear, tape peeled from my pads. The hum of the overhead lights filled the space whereshouting had been just minutes ago.
“You were incredible out there.”
I jumped to my feet, spinning round to see Holly smiling at me from the empty doorway. She sauntered over, her eyes never leaving mine. And even though every part of me ached with exhaustion, something else jerked awake inside me.
“Ma’am, you don’t have clearance to be back here,” I said, pulling off my jersey. I straightened just in time to see the way her eyes dragged over my bare torso. The way her lips parted, and pulled into a wry smile.
“Oh, you must not know,” she said, coming closer. Every step made my heart pick up a few extra notches. “I’m staff. Technically, I can be anywhere I want.”
She stopped in front of me, heat pouring from her gaze as she looked up to meet mine. The charge radiating in the tiny space between us was maddening.
I slid my hand into the back pocket of her jeans and squeezed her ass. “Interesting. Staff usually have key cards. Thought you’d have one back here.”
Her eyes darted to my mouth and she bit her bottom lip. “Try the front.”
I dipped my hand into her front pocket, twisting my wrist enough to graze her pussy with the lightest touch. She sucked in a breath, and her lids fluttered.
“Nope. Nothing here either.”
I glanced up to make sure the door was closed and sure enough, we were the only ones in here. Just the two of us, the heat of the game still thrumming in my veins, and her, impossibly close.
“Please, don’t call security,” she said, feigning innocence. “I– I must have lost it. But I have a permission slip from this really hot goalie I’m fucking.”
My cock twitched. Jesus, she was hot.
“Should I be jealous?” I backed her up against my locker, hands already working the button on her jeans.
“Depends. Can you keep a secret?”
I let out a slow, shaky breath in an effort to keep from slamming into her right then. “My lips are sealed.”
Holly took my hand and plunged it into her pants, her underwear. “Mine aren’t.”
The low groan that came out of me vibrated through my bones and tugged my cock so hard I felt like I was about to come in my pants. She was already wet.
“So fucking wet,” I murmured against her lips as I slid a finger between her folds, over her clit and back up again.
She tilted her hips, pushing more of herself against the pressure of my hand. “Feel how hard I am for you?”
I could only nod. All my focus was on the warmth between her legs. On how ready she was for me.
