Phil took a knee and opened his arms to Madison, and she jumped right into them, wrapping her arms around him in a big bear—or bird?—hug.
Behind them, Coach Wolf’s eyes widened, and he turned and made an escape toward the showers. Maybe he had a fear of birds the team didn’t know about, or maybe it was those soulless eyes of Phil’s freaking him out. He wouldn’t be the only one.
Tobias didn’t have time to think about it as Shane made his way over to him and Chase.
“So, Chase,” Shane started, excitement lacing his voice, “Tobias says you teach yoga. Mills and I had an idea for a camp to host this summer, maybe at the gym? We were thinking, like, dry-land training for hockey players and a select number of fans, and we can make it a fundraiser for cancer research. Would you guys be interested?”
Tobias smiled at Chase and watched as he transformed from gaping fanboy to the fitness businessman Tobias knew and loved.
“Yes! That would be awesome,” Chase said, and Tobias remembered he’d lost his own mom to cancer. “We could run the gamut between yoga and high-intensity interval training with Tobias. Fans could bid on spots since we could only host so many in the gym. Or, another idea, we can hold a contest to boost awareness and have people share their stories of either surviving cancer or from people who have lost loved ones because of it. Oh, and players can auction off items to help raise money. Maybe we can incorporate a 5k race…”
It was hard not to chuckle as Tobias took in Shane’s awestruck face as Chase laid out idea after idea.
“I like him,” Shane said when he turned to Tobias. “I might like him more than I like you.”
“Honestly, I’d be surprised if you didn’t,” Tobias said as he smiled at Chase. “He’s pretty damn lovable.”
Tobias wanted to preen at the traces of pink staining Chase’s face.
Instead, Sophie cleared her throat in the middle of the room, getting the attention of everyone.
“Family and friends of players, unless you want to get an eyeful, it’s time to head out of the locker room. You can wait in the lounge next door if you weren’t done chatting with everyone, but the players need some privacy for now.”
As if on cue, Wolf walked into the locker room wrapped in just a towel. The man looked good at forty,and he got some catcalls. Mostly from his own players.
Tobias chuckled as Phil the Phoenix covered his eyes with his feathered hands, but peeked through his fingers.
“Glad you enjoyed the show, everyone,” Wolf said. “If you didn’t play tonight, clear on out, or Sophie will have your head.”
She smiled at the small crowd before she said, “He’s not wrong.” She clapped her hands and started herding everyone toward the locker room doors.
Chase pulled Tobias toward him and whispered in his ear, “Come to my place tonight. I’ve got something special for you.”
Tobias pulled him in for one more kiss before Sophie shepherded him out, along with Madison, Natalie and Grace.
“You got it, boss,” Tobias said, throwing a wink at Chase. It delighted him to see the sexy smirk on his man’s face.
He had no idea what Chase planned, but he couldn’t wait to find out.
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Tobias knocked on Chase’s door and heard some shuffling and the lock turn, but it still didn’t open. A moment later he heard “come in,” and Tobias walked inside to find Chase’s front room empty.
“Chase?” he called out.
“Come find me,” Chase called back.
Considering it was a one-bedroom apartment and he had a full view of the kitchen and living room, there weren’t many other places to choose from. He walked through the space and peeked in the open door of the dark bathroom on his way to Chase’s bedroom, soft light escaping into the hallway. When he reached the open doorway, he nearly swallowed his tongue.
Chase knelt on his bed, hands on his hips and smirking at him seductively. He wore an Inferno jersey and his legs were bare.
With a smirk, Chase spun on the bed, revealing the number twenty-seven and “Moyer” on his back. Chase cinched the jersey at his waist, pulling it up enough so Tobias could see the curve of his tight ass peeking from underneath the jersey, two straps disappearing below his cheeks.
He wore a damn jockstrap.
“Fuck,” Tobias exhaled.
“If you want to,” Chase responded.
