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Tanner snorted. “Sure, dude. That was the best sex of your life, and you know it.”

“Ugh.” Unfortunately, that was true. He wasn’t going to admit that aloud, however. It was bad enough to acknowledge in his head.

He returned his arm to his eyes, blocking out the light and trying to do the same with the knowledge of who he was in bed with. Maybe if he just lay here and pretended, he could convince himself it was Sérgio.

Or some other guy. Anyone but Tanner Clayton, really.

Except, no one but Tanner Clayton had ever ridden him until his bones turned to jelly.

“So like, I’m really psyched about this tourney.” Tanner brushed his fingers across Leif’s balls.

Leif groaned. “Can you just … shut up for five minutes and bask in the afterglow?”

“So you admit there’s an afterglow to bask in?” Tanner’s voice was filled with glee.

“I got off,” Leif countered, although he had to bite back a smile.

“You nutted so hard you almost blacked out, dude,” Tanner threw back.

Leif huffed. “What will it take to get you to be quiet?”

“I dunno. I like to talk.” Tanner toyed with the loose foreskin of Leif’s cock, making him shiver.

“I noticed.”

“Fine. Do you mind if I’m on my phone?”

“I’d rather you went to yourroom.”

“Can’t forget round two,” Tanner reminded him as he sat up. “Unless … are you worried you won’t be able to get it up again so soon?”

Leif scoffed and shoved him away. “Fuck off. I’m going to clean up.” He heaved himself into a sitting position.

Tanner hopped out of bed, then yelped. “Eww, just stepped on the condom.”

“That’s why you don’t throw it on the floor, you idiot,” Leif pointed out, hiding another smile. Tanner so deserved that. “And do you have the memory of a goldfish or what?”

“Meh, sometimes,” Tanner said, bending to pick it up. “Although that’s a myth. Goldfish are smart. They can navigate mazes and recognize people and shit.”

“Smarter than you, clearly.”

“Fuck you,” Tanner shot back, though his voice was cheerful as he dropped the condom in the trash with another wet splat. No tissue or anything. Disgusting. Leif was going to have to leave a hefty tip for the cleaning person.

“And how do you know all that about goldfish anyway?” Leif got out of bed.

“Mmm, some weird rabbit hole I went down when I was bored on a flight to Vancouver one time, I think.”

Leif rolled his eyes as he disappeared into the bathroom. Seriously. What had he done to deserve this shit?

CHAPTER SIX

The following morning, Tanner slid into the meeting room with about three seconds to spare.

Team USA’s captain, Dustin Fowler, shot him alookfrom across the room, but Matty waved him over, patting a seat next to him that he’d apparently saved.

“Thanks, dude,” Tanner whispered.

“No prob.” Matty tapped his thigh with the backs of his knuckles and shifted, trying to get more comfortable.