“You know, I can’t stop thinking about that picture of the two of you fucking.”
I wasn’t the only one sucking in their breath. His words affected Micah as much as they did me.
“Wish I could have been there. Watching the way Micah fucked you. Having you moan into my mouth.”
“Fuck,” Micah breathed.
“Now I’m hard,” Cruz mumbled.
At this, I laughed.
“That’s nothing new.” I playfully pushed him back. “Are you feeling okay about the whole meeting thing? Do you feel a bit better now?”
He sighed.
“At this point, it is what it is. I do wonder why we are working with that church.”
“We need to go visit his uncle soon,” Micah added. He then hugged me from behind and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “We should get going, it’s getting late.”
I was a little jealous that I couldn’t go with them. I turned back and gave Micah a peck on the lips. “Take care of him.”
“Don’t worry, princess. Trust that I’m going to make sure he takes care of me real well.”
A slight blush graced Micah’s cheek, but he didn’t deny it.
“Maybe soon we can all have a sleepover at your place,” I chimed in.
Both their pupils dilated at my comment, and that made me squirm at the intensity with which they watched me.
“Let’s head out now.” Cruz put his forehead to mine, a kiss on the lips, took Micah’s hand, and began to pull him toward the front door. “We have some hard things to tend to. Pun intended.”
I locked the door with a smile on my face, feeling like maybe, just maybe, things would work in our favor.
25
MICAH
“Micah! Focus!”
From my place on the benches, I gritted my teeth as my dad’s voice boomed across the rink. All I was supposed to be doing was capturing a few photos and videos for the Barracudas’ social media, yet my dad seemed to think I needed to fill my entire camera roll. Raising my camera, I twisted the barrel of the lens, zooming in on Grayson.
So what if almost all the photos and videos I’d taken involved him in some way? He was the captain, after all. It had nothing to do with his commanding aura and the way he skated across the ice so gracefully, despite his size.
A wry smile twisted my lips. Who was I kidding? I guess I was lucky that Ava and Cruz weren’t here to distract me. If either of them had been at the rink and I had my camera in hand, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist photographing them. And if my dad saw…I could explain the photos of Gray as part of my team photography, but of them? He’d have questions, and it was something I wouldn’t be able to explain away.
Finally, morning skate was over, and I carefully placed my camera on the bench next to me, flexing my hands while I waitedfor the photos to transfer to my laptop. As the players dispersed, my dad called Grayson over, speaking to him in a low tone. Gray nodded before moving away. When he passed me, the corners of his lips kicked up, and I smiled back helplessly.
“Do you have something to tell me?”
My whole body jerked in shock. How had my dad managed to sneak up on me? I could’ve sworn he’d been at the other end of the benches a second ago.
“S-something to tell you?”
“I don’t like the rumors I’ve been hearing about you, Micah. What’s your angle here?”
“Rumors?” My voice was barely above a whisper, my throat closing in panic.
“Care to explain this?”
