“Nah. She blew me in the hallway.”
“Damn, that fast?”
“Gotta be efficient with these things.” He twists his neck back and forth. “I feel much better now. You should try it.”
“I’m good.”
If I weren’t such a loser, I could find someone. I could use an app. It’s just too fucking risky, and I’m so close to the end of my career. I’ll survive.
After I finish my beer I make my excuses, and several of the guys join me on the walk back to the hotel, just across the street from the arena. Once I’m in my room, I strip out of my clothes, even my briefs, and slide into bed. I close my eyes, but I’m immediately hit with images of Wraith and the way his mouth felt on my cock.
Maybe a quick jerk would help me relax. So what if I have a casual hookup in mind when I do it? Grabbing my phone, I swipe to the photo app and open it, searching for the pic of Wraith’s card I took, since I’m notorious for misplacing things like business cards.
I stare at it for a minute, then decide to program it into my phone. I should be smart about this. I have a rare opportunity to have access to some easy dick from a guy who doesn’t seem to give a shit about who I am.
I add it to my contacts then stare at it for a few seconds. I could send a text so he knows it’s me. Would that be weird? More weird than things have already been?
Riding a wave of bravery, I decide to do it, but I accidentally hit the video call button, and by the time I realize I’ve done it, his face has appeared on the screen. He looks incredibly pissed off, his brow creased and his pretty mouth in a scowl. The temptation to hang up is strong, but I’ll just explain what happened.
“Sorry. It must be late there.”
“Bouche?” His expression softens. “Aren’t you out of town?”
“Yeah, I am. It was a mistake to hit the video button. I was gonna text you so you’d have my number too.”
“Ah. How was your game?”
“I can let you go.”
“Wait. I got a minute. Your game?”
Blowing out a breath, I drag a hand through my hair. “Bad. Really shitty. We played awful.”
“What happened?”
“Got me. We just didn’t click tonight and Colorado came out strong.”
“I see. Does it affect your season badly?”
“Not terribly. We still have a good lead on points to get to the playoffs, but we can’t let that happen again or we’ll lose our chance. I really want us to win the cup this year.”
“Okay. So it’s one bad game but you’re still in it?”
“Yeah, we’re in it.”
“You’ll figure it out. I don’t know much about hockey, but it’s very exciting to see you guys play. Everyone has an off night sometimes, right?”
“Right.” I finally focus beyond his face, noticing he’s shirtless and appears to be leaning against a headboard. “Are you in bed? Did I wake you?”
“I am in bed but I was awake. I was reading a little. We had a…” He pauses, gazing ahead for a second before looking back at me. “A busy night. I’m just trying to come down from it.”
“We?” I have no business asking anything, but that apparently doesn’t stop me. “Never mind.”
“No, it’s okay. My coworkers. Just work shit.”
I’m tempted to ask him what he does for work, but I get the strong sense that I shouldn’t. “Okay, well, sorry to interrupt.”
“It’s okay. Do you need to come down too?”
