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The second I’m in my car, I pull my cell from my pocket and find the message I’ve been dying to read since I got off the ice.

G: Incredible game tonight. Can’t wait to show you how much I enjoyed watching you crush Toronto against the boards…

Fire shoots through my veins, and I have to tug at the restrictive fabric covering my swelling dick.

Cooper: I’m picking you up in an hour. Give me an address.

G: Oh, mysterious. I like it.

Cooper: One hour. Don’t be late.

I tap out of our conversation and open the group chat I have with Huxley and Ryker. I scan through the messages they sent as they watched the game tonight before typing out a reply for them to wake up to in the morning.

I ignore the other message that’s waiting for me.

I’m having too good a night for it to be ruined by the man who can never be pleased.

Pushing thoughts of my father to the back of my mind, I set my plan for the evening in motion.

I’ve never done anything like this before, and when I pull up outside the apartment building Garrett gave me the address for earlier, nerves are fluttering in my stomach.

When I don’t immediately see him, I panic, wondering if he’s changed his mind. But I should know better. Not a second later, he emerges from the shadows and stalks toward the car.

He’s still wearing his jersey from tonight, and my teeth grind. I know exactly whose name is on the back.

He pulls the door open, but the second my eyes land on the number covering his shoulder, I freeze.

My eyes jump to his, and I find them alight with mischief.

“I got myself a new jersey,” he comments as he climbs into the car. “Do you like it?”

“You’re…you’re wearing my jersey,” I state as if it’s not fucking obvious.

“Yeah, is that alright?”

How I don’t reach over and drag him to me to kiss the shit out of him right there in front of what I can only assume is the apartment building his sister and Calvin live in, I don’t know.

Instead, I reach for his hand and press it against the solid length in my pants.

“What do you think?” I groan as he gently strokes me.

“I think you fucking love it,” he states proudly.

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GARRETT

“Where ya going?” My heart leaps into my throat as the sweet tone of my sister’s voice floats around me.

“Fucking hell. I thought you were upstairs,” I all but shout as my heart slams against my ribs.

I’m pretty sure I just saw my life flash before my eyes.

“I just popped back down to grab something. I thought you heard me.”

“Clearly fucking not,” I state, my hand covering my chest as if it’ll ensure my heart continues working.

“So?” Sienna asks, her hand landing on her hip. “Where ya going?”