Although, as I settled onto my stomach on the table, I couldn’t help thinking she was enjoying the tease. Why else had she opted for a pair of ridiculously suggestive tights today, over her usual Surge sweats?
“And that tank top is just unnecessary.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” I mumbled, and flipped my head face-down.
I exhaled against the table, forehead pressed into the padding as Reese moved around without a word. The clink of a tube cap hitting the tray, followed by the cooling gel’s sharp menthol scent. She rubbed it between her palms to fend off the worst of the chill, and her fingers landed on my shoulders with instant pressure.
She worked along the length of my back, thumbs pressing into the spots that screamed the loudest. I tried to focus on the slow relief of knots loosening under her hands, but my mind kept straying to the heat of her touch, the friction of her insistent palms against my skin. Familiar, like every line and dip was already programmed into the memory of her hands.
A dull thud reverberated from above where the rest of the guys were practicing, a puck against the boards, followed by a muffled whistle. I tensed, shoulders jerking, and Reese immediately leaned into the movement, her hands steadying me.
“Don’t think about it,” she said. “You’ll be back up there in a few weeks.”
I appreciated the sentiment, but it did little to soothe the frustration simmering in my chest. I should’ve been in that practice, starting the first game of Round 3 with my team.
The churning in my head stalled when her hands drifted lower, sliding from the curve of my lower back down to the top of my thighs. I stiffened. In more ways than one.
Because the good doctor didn’t stop there.
Her hands moved higher, under my shorts, tracing the line where my glutes met my legs. I clenched against the table instinctively, the tension in my body reacting before my brain could catch up. The warmth of her palms and the slick chill of the gel made every nerve along my spine fire in sharp, contradictory bursts. Relief wrapped in a pulse of something sharper, more dangerous.
I swallowed hard, trying to stay focused on the rehab, on the fact that I was supposed to be recovering, but my body was sending its own stubborn memo. The weight of her hands, the subtle slide of her fingers, made it impossible not to notice the way my hips shifted against the table, how even breathing became an exercise in control. Every adjustment she made along my thighs reverberated up into my crotch, and I could feel the aching throb of my growing hard-on press into the padding beneath me.
“What do we have here?” I mumbled.
She scoffed, not missing a beat. “Your whole body makes up for the weakness in your shoulder. You have tension everywhere.”
“You have no idea.” I rolled over onto my back, the full reach of her actions on display for her to see.
Reese’s eyes widened a fraction, and her tongue came out to wet her lips. Which was all I could take.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into me with such force, I didn’t have to do much to get her mouth on mine. Right where I wanted it.
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Reese
His lips met mine with a force that stole my breath, and I let myself sink into it with a heat that couldn’t be contained for one more second. My hand pressed against his chest, tracing the ridges, feeling the subtle twitch of muscle under my fingertips. I wanted more, wanted every inch of him. And my touch floated lower.
But then I pulled back, ignoring the slight furrow of confusion that flickered across his face. “Hold on.”
Theo fell back with a groan. “I’m done holding on. All I’ve been doing is… oh.”
His protest fell flat once the faucet opened with a rush, and I quickly scrubbed the remnants of cooling gel from my hands.
When I returned, he was still there, propped on one elbow, watching me like he hadn’t quite processed what just happened. “I love how you’re always looking out for m—mhmm…”
I crashed back onto him, tongue plunging into his mouth without ceremony, my hand slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. A primal sound came out of me when I finally made contact with his cock, still warm and sticky from the intense workout.
All this time, all these weeks that I’ve spent working closely with him, feeling him shiver under my touch made me weak.
Theo pulled out of the kiss with a wicked grin, holding my chin between his index finger and thumb. “Are we really doing this?”
His dick throbbed in my hand, thick and hard, begging for it. “Well, you did finish the rehab like I asked. Mostly. And I always keep my promises.”
He lunged for me then, ravenous, swallowing my moans as if they gave him life. I reciprocated, sliding my tongue over his with relish I could hardly contain. All the desire that had been building up finally found a place to go. There would be no stopping now.
