He grabs my face, bringing my mouth to his, probably so I stop asking questions.
I grind on his lap, and he hardens under me. “You don’t seem that tired.”
He grabs my ass. “My cock is a lying bastard.”
“I’ll do all the work. You just have to enjoy it.” I brush my lips over his, feeling his fingers hook into the back of my jeans, pulling them down. “You’re so easy.”
“When it comes to you, I am.”
I grab his belt when there’s a pounding at the door. “Why the fuck are they here so early?”
He shrugs.
I climb off his lap to look out the window. “Fuck. It’s Ridgeway, Savage, and Lovelace. I don’t think they are letting you out of going out.”
“Rude.” He’s on his feet and fixing his dick. “How the fuck do I explain this?”
I grin. “They probably won’t even notice.”
He gets himself righted, then pulls open the door. “If this is an intervention, we don’t want it.”
“An intervention? For what?” Savage says.
Lovelace and Ridgeway lock eyes, and Ridgeway laughs.
“It’s not an intervention, but we weren’t letting you back out tonight. You two haven’t been out in ages,” Lovelace says.
“And the team needs a morale boost,” Ridgeway adds, shoving past Wolfe, carrying a keg I hadn’t seen when I first looked out the window.
“What the fuck is that for? I thought we were just pre-gaming here?” Wolfe pinches the bridge of his nose.
Ridgeway gives him a flat look. “What do you think it’s for? We’re throwing a party instead of going out, so you two can’t bail. The rest of the team will be here soon.”
Wolfe meets my eyes.
“Don’t tell us no. You’re the captains and are acting like old men.” Savage looks between us.
“The guys need to get laid and to see us as a team with you two as part of it.”
I hate that Ridgeway is making good points. Makes it impossible to say no.
I look at Wolfe again and he lifts a shoulder. “Yeah, alright. But it’s shut down at two. No ifs, and’s, or buts. Coach will kill us. You know we play the Monsters tomorrow.”
“Deal.”
Since it’s the first party we’ve thrown in months, our place is filled in under an hour. It’s packed with puck bunnies. There are four or five to every guy, and there’s a gaggle around Wolfe.
I don’t intervene. I give him space, not wanting to seem like the weird, jealous teammate either. Especially with Ridgeway watching us. And with as much as we’ve fucked the last few weeks, I don’t think he needs to get laid.
I refill my drink, and when I turn back, his eyes are on me. He looks like he could eat me alive, and I want it. I can’t stop looking at him, and maybe that’s as bad as hovering, but I can’t help it. I wish we could sneak off somewhere so I can give him a taste of what he’ll get later when all these people leave.
I do a lap to see if the party is at all winding down, but if anything, it’s more packed than it was an hour ago, and it’s already one.
Fuck.
I try to find some room to breathe, trying to meet Wolfe’s eyes so he’ll come with me, when I run straight into someone.
He’s a big guy, jacked. I’d think he was a hockey player if I didn’t know all the ones on my team.
