Page 84 of The Goalie in Room 1

Bad idea.

Thad was immediately there again. His face. His voice. My name.

Fuck.

“Cash, about earlier⁠—”

My eyes flew open.

Thad stood in my doorway.

His gaze landed on me.

Dropped.

And I froze, my hand strangling my leaking dick.

For one spectacularly fucked-up second, nobody moved.

Then Thad’s eyes snapped back to mine.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

I stared at him. He stared at me. And despite everything, a grin started pulling at my mouth.

Thad saw it. “No. This isn’t fucking funny.”

That made the grin bigger.

He scrubbed both hands over his face. “Don’t. Do not laugh.”

I couldn’t help it. I also couldn’t help the fact that my dick was still rock hard and bubbling precum like a leaky faucet. Rolling my lips into my mouth to stop the laughter, I sighed, then said, “You just fucking walked in on me.”

“I can fucking see that,” he groaned.

“After I walked in on you.”

His eyes closed.

I started laughing. Fuck holding back.

“Cash.”

“This is fucking amazing.”

“This is not amazing.”

“This might be the best Christmas Eve I’ve ever had.”

Thad turned toward the door.

“Wait.”

“No.”

“You came in here for something.”

“I no longer remember what it was.”