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I cracked a grin. “That works.”
“All right. Get in here,” he ordered.
I licked my lips and hurried to remove the rest of my clothes. My thickness matched his as I stepped into the steamy shower. These secret hook-ups Gage and I were having were exhilarating, and a part of me felt as if we happened to be found out, the excitement would fizzle.
Or maybe not, but I wasn’t ready to share our newfound experimentation with anyone but the naked man in front of me.
We closed the distance between us, our mouths connecting feverishly as the water beat down behind Gage. Our dicks rubbed against each other and we both groaned at the same time. He pulled me closer, moving his hips in a circle to rub his length on me.
“I want to taste you,” I admitted against his lips.
He pulled his head back slightly. “Yeah?”
Without a reply, I dropped to my knees.
* * *
My back wasstiff as I rolled over, my hand hitting something as it hung off the bed. As I opened my eyes, pajama-clad legs filled my vision. I looked up to see my son standing in front of me and I quickly realized I wasn’t in a bed, but on Gage’s couch.
“What are you doing here?” Jase asked.
“I … ah …” My gaze drifted past him to see Gage walk into the room, shirtless and in sleep pants. I sat up, remembering the night before. “I guess I fell asleep.”
Gage winked as he went to the kitchen and asked, “Who wants pancakes?”
The boys shouted their desire for pancakes, and then Jase turned back to me. “I was wondering why you didn’t say bye.”
“Coach and I thought I drank too much to drive home. He offered his couch.”Among other things.I stood and made my way to the kitchen. “Need any help?”
Gage grinned and gave me a you-helped-plenty-last-night look. “Yeah, I could use a hand.”
I looked down at the floor trying to hide my smile.
“Are those Coach’s pants?” Jase asked, coming into the kitchen.
My head snapped up, my eyes wide. I couldn’t find the words to explain why I was wearing another man’s pants.
“Yeah, buddy, they are,” Gage answered for me. “When you get older, you’ll understand that when you have friends over and they drink too much, they should stay on your couch. I let your dad borrow a pair of sweats so he would be comfortable.”
“Ah. That makes sense,” my son replied.
“Why don’t you both get dressed?” Gage suggested and looked at Dylan. “Your mom will be here right after breakfast.”
The boys ran off. Tyler was still not out of his room.
“Is she going to show up this time?” I asked as Gage handed me a carton of eggs.
“She fucking better.”
* * *
Breakfast came and went.I could feel the tension rolling off of Gage as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for his ex to arrive.
“We should head out.” I walked into the living room after changing into my clothes and tousled Jase’s shaggy brown hair. “Get you back to your mom’s.” I’d texted Jamie that I was able to pick up our son and take him back to her so she didn’t need to rush to get Cammie fed and dressed.
We made our way to the front of the house and once we were in the family room, a car door slammed out front. All of our heads turned in that direction, and the blinds were open just enough for me to see Lisa walking up the path toward the front door, followed by my former teammate, Santiago.
Miguel Santiago and I never had words, but I didn’t like the guy once he gave my buddies Aron and Drew shit about being a couple.
