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Skating the Pucking Line

Page 133

by Tracy Lorraine

“He’s…no one knows he’s gay, Sisi. And…it’s not something he can just announce to the world suddenly.”

She studies me so closely I worry that she can see every single secret.

“Just promise me one thing, Gare.”

“What’s that?”

“Please, please tell me he’s not married?”

I can’t help but burst out laughing.

“No. He’s not. You don’t need to worry about that.”

36

COOPER

Cooper: My flight is scheduled to land at 6 PM. Are you busy tonight?

Isit on the edge of my bed in my hotel room, staring at my cell.

It’s stupid. I’ve been away two days. It shouldn’t bother me, considering I’ve spent most of my life alone. But…I miss him.

I shake my head, unable to believe my own thoughts.

It’s the Garrett effect.

My heart jumps the second my cell buzzes with a response.

Was he waiting for me to message?

G: Oh, I dunno, I did have some wild options for tonight…

G: There was hanging out with my sister and letting her give me a facemask and manicure, or I could binge my TV show, or I could have laid in bed jerking off and thinking about you…

Cooper: Oh wow, yeah, those are some solid options. Which one are you going to go for?

G: That depends. Are you throwing another into the mix?

Cooper: Well, if you’d like to come over and sit on my dick, I’m sure that can be arranged.

A laugh bubbles out of me as I hit send.

Who the fuck is this writing these messages, and what has happened to the closed-off version of Cooper Nash that everyone loves to hate?

He got dickmatized by Garrett Wentworth; that’s what happened.

G: I mean, I can’t lie, that is the best offer I’ve had in a while.

Cooper: How would you feel about making that little fantasy we talked about last night a reality?

My cock swells at the thought of him lying in bed waiting for me.

When I tapped my keycard to my hotel room last night, our win over Boston had been completely forgotten. The only thing I could think about was walking in and finding a naked Garrett.

Of course, when I stepped inside, the only thing waiting for me was disappointment.

Usually, I’m smug as fuck when I return to a hotel after a game, because I’m one of the only ones who doesn’t share a room with a teammate. Although, from getting to know the guys better, I’m starting to understand that they don’t have a problem with it, and that they actually do it by choice.