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He lets out a heavy sigh that has his breath tickling down my neck and over my chest. Goose bumps erupt in its wake.
“Okay, I’m gonna take care of you tonight. We need ice. Can we get ice?”
“Yeah, we can get ice.”
“And food. You must be hungry.”
“I could eat.”
He smirks at me, and it makes every single bit of pain I’m in worth it.
“Okay, good. We’re going to get all that, and then I’m going to take your mind off all this.”
“Oh, yeah? And how are you going to do that exactly?” I ask as he gazes up at me with dark, mischievous eyes.
Yeah, I could get used to having him in my hotel room.
Thirty minutes later, I’ve had another shower to remove any final remnants of game sweat from my body. I showered at the arena, but I never feel quite clean enough when I’m using another team’s showers. It’s stupid, but it is what it is.
“Feeling better?” Garrett asks as I saunter toward him with only a towel wrapped around my waist, doing my very best not to show that every single movement hurts. It’s a challenge, and one I think I fail when his brow wrinkles. But thankfully, my abs are good enough to distract him.
“You’re still wet,” he points out.
“Well then, maybe you should dry me off,” I tease.
“You need to get someone to deliver some ice first. Then I’ll do whatever you want.”
Fucking hell. Best game night ever.
Reaching for my discarded pants, I pull up a chat thread with our trainers and ask them to deliver some ice packs to my room ASAP.
They’ll know it’s coming. Hell, Parker told me in no uncertain terms that I needed to spend the night icing everything. I’m amazed she hasn’t already organized for some to be dropped off.
My phone buzzes almost immediately in my hand.
“They’ll be ten minutes.”
Garrett scoots to the edge of the bed, his eyes rolling down my exposed chest before landing on the bulge of my semi.
“The things I can do in ten minutes,” he mutters before reaching out and tugging the fabric from my hips.
The towel flutters to the floor around my feet, allowing his eyes to feast on my quickly swelling dick.
“Did you want to sit down?” he rasps before dragging his tongue along his bottom lip.
I probably should, but thoughts of my aches and pains are far from my mind right now.
“Get on your knees. I want to see you choking on my dick.”
Instantly, he slips from the bed, his knees landing on the thick carpet beneath our feet.
He wastes no time in wrapping his hand around me and leaning forward to lick around the head of my cock.
His deep groan of delight shoots up my dick, ensuring it only gets harder for him as he savors my taste.
Fuck. I could do this forever with him.
“Yes. Fuck. Garrett. That’s it. Christ,” I groan as he takes me to the back of his mouth.
