“Don’t start,” he interrupts me.
I chuckle. “Don’t worry.” I lay my hands on my thighs. “I don’t want Kevyn and Zeke to walk in on us,” I drop my voice to a whisper, “playing with each other’s dicks.”
Troy’s voice comes out close to a rasp. “Quiet. Fucking hell. They’re right on the other side of that door.”
“You’re the one with a raging boner,” I point out. “Unless there’s some other reason you folded your hands just now?”
Troy leans forward. The steam parts as his eyes bore into me, and he takes his towel and opens it, showing me his fat, hard erection. It’s flat against his abs, like a metal rod between his thighs.
My pulse jumps, and blood rushes to my cock. I can’t believe he’s actually showing me his hard dick right now.
“That what you want?” Troy asks and closes his towel again. “Happy, you horny runt?”
I look down at my own boner. “Yes,” I say and immediately grab my towel and cover up before the other guys come in.
“You know,” I tell him, “we wouldn’t have to play this game if you’d just meet up with me.”
He still seems like he wants to throw me out of the room half the time. I expect him to balk at any minute.
But I can also feel how much he wants this. It’s like our bodies are reaching out for each other, clawing through the steam.
The silence stretches on. I wonder if he’s just going to not answer, but finally, Troy talks, his voice low and even.
“Are you asking me on a date?”
I laugh. “I mean, if you need me to bring flowers, I guess I can.”
I see him bristle, and it pleases me. Like I’m breaking through again.
Excitement rises up. An arrangement where we could actually blow off some steam would be perfect. Much less distracting from my game then whatever we have now. And anyway, Troy is as serious an athlete as I am. He’s good for me.
“How isthatgoing to help us to stop acting like this?”
“Because maybe if we have at each other in a cheap motel, we wouldn’t both be nearly exploding when we’re alone together.” I grab my dick through the towel, eyeing him. “And oh,” I groan quietly, “would that explosion feel good.”
Troy scoffs. “Cheap motel.”
“Okay. Wherever you want to take me. Or we could keep caving at unfortunate times in locker rooms and flashing our dicks at each other in the office when it’s least convenient. That’s hot, too.”
When he doesn’t say anything, I sense that I need to give him time to think. The silence that fills the room is loaded, and my pulse thuds with anticipation.
“You are definitely not convenient,” he finally says. As I choke out a laugh, the door swings open, and the guys walk back in.
Troy and I don’t get any more time alone, which is disappointing but not surprising. I bite back the impulse and decide not to push things any more today, anyway.
Zeke sees a future for me at the top of this team, and when the time is right, I know that Troy is going to land me some fat sponsorships.
I catch his eye by the door and lower my voice as Kevyn and Zeke talk behind us. “Offer stands,” I say. “But whatever you decide, keep an eye on my game.”
Troy crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” I say with a cocky smile. “You heard Zeke. I’m about to impress the hell out of you.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
TROY
It’s a week after the field trip to my personal gym, and I’m in my office late, working over Patel’s file. Mel and I are meeting him at tonight’s baseball game. Marshall will be pitching, of course, but Patel plans to be in attendance, so we’ve arranged an informal get-together in the agency’s booth to get this negotiation started.
