Chapter 19
Nineteen
Quinton
We won the first winter break game by a landslide, and the second one tonight is no different. I’m running on an adrenaline high, having gotten my first hat trick all season, and to top it off, Coach called me into his office to talk after the game about agents.
Specifically, ones asking about me. Something I hoped would happen eventually, but now that it actually is…I honestly can’t even believe it.
By the time I’m out of Coach’s office, my head’s so high in the damn clouds, I don’t even notice the locker room is close to being abandoned.
Well, shit.
My eyes automatically search for Oakley—they always seem to lately—but I come up empty.
Double shit.
I have no idea what his plans are tonight, let alone for the next few days until the new semester starts, but I’d like to find out. The only issue is Coach pulled me in the office to chat before I could mention meeting up over the rest of our break.
And I wanna see him. Tonight, especially. Celebrate another well-earned win. Grab a couple drinks at a bar or something. Maybe even tell him about the meeting with Coach, where he mentioned the agents asking about me.
Pulling my phone from my stall, I send him a quick text.
Me: Wanna see you. You still here?
A couple minutes pass while I finish undressing, but when I check my phone again, there’s no response.
He could be driving, sure, but I doubt he was able to shower, change, and get out of here in the time I was in Coach’s office. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes.
Then again, half the team is already gone—probably ready to get back to their families for the rest of the break.
I wrap my towel around my waist, ready to head toward the showers when Camden rounds the corner and starts packing his stuff in his duffle on the bench across from me. Pretty sure he’s the last one in here besides me.
And while it might be risky, if there’s anyone I could ask about Oakley to, it’d be him.
Hopefully.
Only one way to find out…
Clearing my throat, I look up at the goalie and do my best to act casual.
“Hey, Cam?”
He glances up at me from his spot on the bench, dark blond hair flopping into his eyes. “Hey, man. What’s up?”
“Did you happen to see if Reed left already?”
His brows furrow for a second, but he schools his expression quickly. “Don’t think so. Last I saw, he was walking into the showers. That was maybe…five minutes ago. Why?”
“Just need to talk to him about something before we go back on break. Nothing serious.”
Lies, lies, lies.
He takes a moment, measuring my words before he rises to stand, responding when he tosses the duffle strap over his shoulder. “Pretty sure he went to the last stall. If he’s not there anymore, he can’t be further than the parking lot.”
“Okay, cool. Thanks,” I say awkwardly.
“Course. Have a good one. And great game tonight, by the way.”
I give him a nod. “Yeah, you too, man.”
And with that, he grabs his keys and heads out the door.
I make a discreet sweep of the locker room as I walk toward the showers, noting there’s more guys here than I originally thought. Maybe four or five.
And when I notice the only shower running is the one at the very end—the one Camden mentioned seeing Oak go into—I might as well be shot up with adrenaline.
I don’t even have to see the guy. Just picturing him naked, surrounded by steam. Dripping wet and covered in soap, and Jesus, I need get ahold of myself before I do something stupid. Like get in there with him. Run my hands all over his sinful body.
That’s what I want, though.
I want it so much, I don’t even think of the repercussions of someone seeing me going into his stall, or worse, having it not be his stall at all.
It takes me all of two seconds to decide the odds are in my favor, glance around to see the coast is clear, and pull the handle on the frosted glass door.
Thank God they didn’t put locks on these damn things.
Luck is on my side, because as I slip in and silently close the door behind me, I find Oakley standing under the spray of water. Even with his back facing me, I know it’s him. At this point, I’d recognize that ass anywhere, complete with a little dimpled indent above each cheek.
Hanging my towel on the hook next to his, I step under the spray behind him.
“Wha—”
My palm clasps over his mouth to silence the what the fuck about to leave it. Loudly. And I didn’t make this whole effort to not be seen, only for him to blow our cover.
“Shh,” I murmur into his ear. “It’s just me.”
Releasing my hand from over his mouth, I let it slide down over his shoulder before stepping away. He spins around to face me, eyes wide, and a look falling somewhere between stern and pissed off crosses his face.
“Are you insane? What’re you doing in here?”
Not exactly the response I was hoping for, though I don’t know why I expected anything less.
“Being reckless,” I surmise with a playful smirk.
He wipes the water from his face and shakes his head, a mixture of irritation and panic painting his expression. “Someone could’ve seen you.”
“Just relax,” I soothe, keeping my voice low. “I checked to make sure no one saw. Most of them are gone already as it is, and by the time I’m nice and squeaky clean, they all will be.”
He gives me a wary look, one clearly stating he doesn’t believe me.
“I promise, it’ll be fine. Just keep your voice down and no one will be the wiser.”
It takes a second, but for once, he nods. The tension in his shoulders melts away before my eyes, and he lets out a sigh.
“You scared the crap outta me,” he says, his voice a gruff whisper.
I let out a soft laugh and step into his space, my hands itching to touch him. “I had no idea.”
“Okay, smartass.”
I grin more as he grabs the body wash, handing it over to me. He watches for a second as I lather the soap in my palms before he steps out from under the spray. Thinking he’s about to dry off and leave—which makes little to no sense if he’s concerned about blowing our cover—I pivot.
“Stay. Less likely for people to catch us,” I say, not letting myself second-guess the reasoning. Because as much truth is behind it, I just want to be near him and in his presence. Feel the electricity humming between us whenever we’re this close to each other.
I’m already as addicted to that feeling as I am to being on the ice.
“You think I’m about to pass up this show?” A slow smile creeps over his lips as his eyes rake up and down my naked body. “Not a chance, de Haas. I was just getting out of the way to get a better view.”
My cock perks up at the want dripping in his voice, and I’m instantly filled with annoyance about the other guys still milling around the locker room.
Not that we’d be fooling around even if it was empty.
Oakley’s been a stickler with this hooking up stuff, and since we don’t have a game tomorrow, neither of us will be getting off. With each other, at least, because I know he won’t touch me tonight. Even if I begged him to take me in his fist or his mouth, he wouldn’t.
But from the way I feel him staring at me while I lather his body wash over my chest, it’s clear I’m gonna have to partake in some solo action when I get home later. He’s got me all kinds of keyed up from looking alone.
Watching like a voyeur.
And apparently he’s into it, because his cock thickens as my hands move down to my crotch, cleaning my own dick. I fight the temptation to start stroking, but only just.
Waves of want and desire flow through me at breakneck speeds. It’s so strong, I have to turn away from him to rinse off. Turn away so I can’t see the need written on his face or the way his cock—hard and standing at attention—waits for me to drop to my knees.
My eyes sink closed as I try to rein myself in.
Damn him.
Damn him for being so fucking...hard to resist.
To the point where I don’t even know why I’m bothering—
“I’m fucking obsessed with this,” he mutters, cutting into my thoughts. His fingertips trace over the lines of the tattoo covering most of my back in a featherlight touch. “It’s so sexy.”
The grin taking over my face is instant, even though he can’t see it.
It’s not the first time I’ve caught Oakley looking at my ink by any means—he’s asked me about plenty of them—but he’s never voiced his opinion on them before. And call me vain, but it feels good.
Two large hands slide over my wet skin, down each side until they reach my hips, leaving trails of heat in their wake that have nothing to do with the temperature of the water.
“I thought you were staying in here to watch?” I point out.
“Couldn’t without touching you.”
His lips skate over my shoulder and up my neck, tongue lapping at the water pouring over my skin. Every flick is a wicked lash, lighting my body up, turning my blood to liquid fire coursing through my veins.
I’ve been dying to touch him whenever and however I want since our day spent downtown; kissing not once, but twice, when our arrangement didn’t call for it. But it was an entirely different circumstance. It was just…a moment. The kind that presents itself and you just can’t help but take it.
All of me wants this to be one too.
“God. You drive me fucking crazy,” I groan when his teeth nip at the crook of my neck, soothing the bite with his tongue after.
“The feeling’s more than mutual.”
His mouth moves, brushing teasing kisses between my shoulder blades as he crowds into me more.
The length of his cock presses against my ass, sliding right between my cheeks as his hand reaches around to grip me in his fist. I’m already harder than granite from his taunting alone, but with his hand on me and his dick right there against my ass, it’s a wonder I haven’t come already.
I turn slightly, just enough to get a look at his face. Which is a mistake, because as water pours down his cheeks in tiny rivulets and cascades over his jaw, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more stunning.
I’m sure that’s the reason my voice comes out like shattered glass.
“What happened to the rules?”