I roll my eyes. “He didn’t like the coach calling him out, did he?”
“Not so much. Said he was overstepping because it wasn’t on the campus. You know how law enforcement doesn’t like to be called out.” He chews on his lip the way he does, like he’s about to say something he’s not sure if I’ll like.
“Out with it.” I curl two fingers.
“Instead of going out, the guys are gonna come over…” he makes a face but ends up smiling.
“And?” I prompt when he doesn’t speak.
“I’m sure it will turn into more than the team.”
There it is.
“How is that different from the other times you invite the team over?” Since our place is pretty close to campus and larger than most other apartments and dorms, it has become the unofficial team hangout spot for the last two years.
He looks at me with his big dark eyes, and I hate that I’d probably do whatever he asked.
“What is it, big guy?”
Wolfe steps forward, leaning in until his forehead is nearly touching mine. “We haven’t talked since—” He frowns. “You know, since we’ve been home, about how we are handling it.”
“Handling what?” I don’t like where this is going. “If you’re backing out?—”
Wolfe slaps a hand over my mouth, eyes narrowing. “Don’t you dare. I haven’t backed out on a thing.” He drops his voice as low as he can get it, which, for his size, is still too loud to be having this conversation in public. “I mean about what I’m telling the puck bunnies and the team.”
Okay, I’m a dick.
I wait for him to remove his hand, but he doesn’t, so I lick it.
Wolfe’s lips curls as he pulls his hand back and then to my surprise he sticks it in his pants with a wink.
I fucking groan unable to look away. The mental image now crystal clear after seeing his cock. It’s so easy to imagine his tattooed hand on his dick.
My mouth hangs open as he strokes himself a few times making it clear what he’s doing.
“Fucking Christ.” I know I’m getting pink, and I just hope he can’t see it in the dark. “What are you saying?” My head is foggy, and I can’t think straight.
“Do you want me to tell the guys I’m seeing someone? Because if I’m suddenly not interested in the puck bunnies, they’ll notice.” He’s got a point.
“What do you want to do?”
Wolfe thinks about it for a long moment. “I’m just going to leave it until it blows up.”
I cringe, and I don’t even mean to. It didn’t even occur to me that the guys would notice.
Wolfe searches my face, clearly reading into my reaction.
“I guess you’re going to have to, but you know they won’t leave you alone until you come out with why.”
“I’ll deal as long as I need to and just make shit up. I’m a goalie. I can get away with it.” He would make up some reason to have sworn off sex.
“Ain’t that the truth? You guys are weird.”
He opens his arms. “Can I have a hug?”
I step into his arms and lean into it. Wolfe does give the best hugs.
“Guys, are we ready to head out?” Seaborn asks.
