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“I should have been asleep hours ago,” I point out when I glance at the clock.

“I’m sorry,” Garrett whispers as his hand slides over my abs, making my dick jerk to attention despite only coming for the third time tonight a few minutes ago.

Garrett Wentworth makes me insatiable.

If it weren’t for the threat of getting on the wrong side of Coach tomorrow for being sluggish and distracted at practice, I might just set the next round into motion.

Go to sleep, Cooper.

“I can’t believe you’re heading out on a road game again,” Garrett complains sleepily. He’s snuggled into my side, his head on my chest, his fingers now tracing patterns on the skin above my heart.

“I must admit, I quite like having someone to come home to,” I confess.

“Wasn’t it like that with Leo?” I hear the regret in his tone before he’s even finished the question.

“No. It was never like that with him. Maybe at the time, I thought it could have been something. But looking back now, it was just convenient. He knew who I was, and he had just as much to lose as I did. It was safe, you know? It was never…this,” I say, unable to find the words. I just have to hope that Garrett feels the same and understands.

“I’ve never felt this before either. And I quite like knowing that you’re going to come home to me. I must admit, I quite like the phone sex, too.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “It’s hot. It’s a bit of a distraction, though.”

“Oh, shit. We can stop it⁠—”

“Fuck no. I just mean that I spend the entire game wishing it was over sooner so I can get back to my room and see you.”

His breath tickles across my chest and causes goose bumps to erupt across my skin.

“Are you ready for your interview?”

He groans. “Yeah.”

“You know, if it isn’t what you want, you don’t need to go for it.”

“I need a job. My savings and patience will only last so long.”

“I’m sure I can find ways to keep you busy.”

“As much as I love being your sex slave, I’m not sure it’s going to totally fulfill me.”

“Damn, there goes that dream,” I tease. “I assume you haven’t spoken to our analysts?”

“Cooper,” he groans.

“I know. Sorry. I just want you to be happy doing something you love.”

“I am. I’m working with the girls’ team. They’re fantastic, and I can already see that what I’m doing is helping them out on the ice. They’re gonna be unstoppable.”

“That’s awesome. And their coaches will give you a glowing reference. You know, should you need it.”

He groans again.

“Sorry, I’ll stop,” I say, holding him a little tighter. “It’ll all work out.” He chuckles at my words. “What?” I ask, confused.

“Nothing. I just didn’t really have you down as the kind of guy who had a positive outlook on life.”

“What? I can be grumpy and positive,” I argue.

“I’m learning a whole lot of things with you that I didn’t think were possible.”