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Garrett shifts in his sleep, allowing me to reach for my cell I abandoned on the living room floor earlier.

This room is styled to perfection. It’s the kind of room you see people showing off on home reno shows on TV. While I’m not entirely sure it’s Garrett’s style, Sienna has done a good job of it. Garrett has mentioned before that she’s a bit obsessed with interior design, and it’s clear he was right. Her whole apartment looks incredible. No wonder she’s reluctant to move out and upstairs to live with Calvin.

My eyes widen in shock when I see the time.

I can’t remember the last time I had an afternoon nap this long. Especially one curled up on a couch a little too small for two grown-ass men.

I mean, I did work hard at morning skate, and then I came back here to my sexy man waiting for me naked in the bath.

I’m not going to lie and say that we both fit all that well. It was a squeeze, and our legs were sprawling all over the sides. But it was nice.

The sun is still high in the sky, but time is ticking toward me needing to head back to the arena to get ready for our game tonight.

We’re playing Vancouver, which is always a weird experience. Not so long ago, I used to go into battle as one of them. And now suddenly, I’m against them.

In a way, it helps. I know them so well that I can predict what they’re going to do. It’s still strange trying to beat the team you once gave your all for.

In an attempt to slip out without waking Garrett, I roll myself from beneath him—but I don’t get very far, because his arm shoots out, wrapping around my waist and dragging me back.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m gonna need to eat soon,” I tell him, my voice still rough.

“You always need to eat,” he teases. “But right now, I think it’s my turn.”

He manages to crawl on top of me, giving me more space to stretch out as he settles himself across my lap.

“Hey,” I breathe as he gazes down at me, a naughty glint in his eyes.

“Hey. Did you have a good nap?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“That’s good. We need you ready to beat some Vancouver ass tonight.”

“I’m not sure I’m entirely ready,” I say, letting my fingers slip under the fabric of his T-shirt so I can graze the taut skin of his stomach.

“Oh?”

I shake my head. “I think I’m gonna need a little extra luck before heading out there. Do you have any ideas?”

My cock jerks happily in my sweats. He doesn’t care that he saw some action only a couple of hours ago. He’s ready and raring to go.

“I do, actually. I know the perfect thing to get you fired up.”

Garrett pushes my T-shirt up, his touch making me shudder before he lowers down and kisses a trail from my chest over my belly button before tracing the line of my waistband.

Beneath the fabric of my sweats, I’m hard as steel for him.

He moans in delight when he slides his palm down my length.

“Love how hard you get for me,” he groans, gently stroking me, driving me wild.

“All for you, baby.”

I want to complain when he releases me, but I bite it back when he tucks his fingers beneath the elastic waistband and begins to tug the fabric down over my ass.

“All. Fucking. Mine,” he states as he releases my dick.