“Don’t act all innocent when you’re the one who brought up yourend-o. I’ve been over here behaving myself while your mind is rolling around in whatever filthy gutter it lives in.”His voice drops conspiratorially before he continues,“But even if I were the one making dirty comments, could you really blame me? I mean, have you seen your ass? It’s tight enough to bounce a quarter off.”He pauses, only for a wry laugh to float over me like a stream.“Fuck, I just set you up again, didn’t I?”
Christ.
The sound of his voice, his husky laugh, the hint of sex dripping from his words…it all goes straight to my damn cock in an instant. I glance over to where McGowanis grabbing his wallet from the dresser and attempt to adjust myself before he notices it threatening to pitch a tent beneath my sweats.
A good move on my part, too, because he glances up a couple seconds later and meets my gaze.
“I’m meeting a couple of the guys in the lobby, gonna see if the hotel bar is still serving food. You wanna come?”
Actually, yes. Coming is exactly what I want.
I shake my head and hold up my phone. “Uh, nah. I’m gonna probably listen to this lecture and call Logan.”
He smirks at me knowingly. “Right. So do I need to get a roll-away sent to Brody’s room, or…?”
There’s about half a second where I’m ready to deny his insinuation, but honestly? Why bother? My teammates know who I am, and I’m not gonna be ashamed of it.
“I’ll let you know when it’s safe to come back” is what I decide on instead, smiling innocently.
A bark of laughter fills the room as he heads for the door. “All right, Steele. Just don’t go making any more home videos while I’m gone.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to film them on your bed.”
He laughs some more, flipping me off as he disappears out into the hall. The second I hear the click of the door closing behind him, I grab my phone and hit the FaceTime button on Logan’s contact.
He answers on the second ring, his face appearing in the frame. He’s on his bed, from the looks of it, and I catch the faint glow from his laptop nearby.
“Glad to know you’ve been holding out on me,” I note teasingly.
His brow lifts. “What? How?”
“Acting like Mr. Innocent when you’re a dirty little sexting voice messager.”
A blush creeps over his cheeks, and he shakes his head. “Uh, no. I stand by what I said: You’re the one making the dirty comments.”
“Yes, but you’re the one leaving me wide open for them.”
He’s still blushing as his lips quiver from him trying to biteback a smile. “We can make something wide open when you get home tomorrow.”
I sit up in my bed, pointing at him through the screen. “See, there it is.”
“All right, all right. I’ll take the blame for that one. But that’s it. The rest was all you,” he says with a laugh.
The richness of the sound warms me all over again, like tea and honey. It’s become addictively intoxicating too, with how easily I’ve been hearing it as of late—usually in the moments after we’ve been teasing each other relentlessly with coy touches and fevered kisses.
The only real issue is that my hockey schedule has been making it a little harder for those moments to happen. Practice and scrims started almost immediately after we returned from New York, and with Lexi and Willow back for the new semester now too, our time alone at the house has dwindled significantly.
But this is better than nothing, so I’ll take what I can get.
“What are you doing?” I ask, and he arches a brow.
“Talking to you, obviously.”
“If you’re gonna be a smartass, I can just hang up,” I threaten teasingly, which has a little twinkle glittering in his dark irises as he grins.
“I watched your highlights, hence my text. But I spent most of the night drawing and watchingSword Art Online.”
He watched my highlights?
