“Cheater!”
His laughter echoes back to me as I break into a sprint. He has the head start, but while all that bulk might be good for guarding our goals, it puts him at a disadvantage. My career is built on speed, and I’ve got the body to go with it, so by the time we’re rounding the goals at the other end, I pass him. Tripp curses, and I blow him a kiss before pushing harder to take the lead. He doesn’t take it easy on me, and as I fly up the ice, the sound of his skates not far behind me, I’m lighter than I’ve been in a long time. Hockey is nonstop during the season to the point I want a break, but in off-season, I always miss it. Being on the ice, with my best friend at my side, is a feeling so indescribable, I know I’ll never get it again outside of this.
When we reach the starting point, I pull up sharply, Tripp barely seconds behind. He’s still laughing, and getting that sound from him fills me with a pride so deep, I reach for him and kiss the side of his head.
At the sound of a loud click, I glance up to find a camera pointed toward us. I’d almost forgotten about them.
“That was great, guys,” Russel calls. “Only the locker room ones to do, then you’re free.”
Tripp and I follow them down the chute to the locker room, where the photographer starts to set up while we take off our skates. “These are going to be the more intimate shots,” Sid says. “Out there was to showcase your friendship. In here is your relationship.”
And this is the part I was scared of. I’d almost thought we’d gotten away without having to do the fake thing, but I guess this is happening.
Photos. With my husband. Who I love.
Technically, both of those things are true though.
“Okay, we need you two both in towels—leave your underwear on underneath if you like—but we’re going for post-game bliss.”
Post-game bliss? Okay. That’s a thing I can do. After all, I’ve been close to Tripp when he’s been wearing less. This time, we’ll just be doing it in front of an audience.
My whole face heats up.
Well, not doing it … posing. Yes. That.
Fuck, why do I feel like I’ve just played back-to-back games?
I turn to find Tripp watching me steadily.
“This okay for you?” he asks.
“Yeah, totally, why wouldn’t it be?”
He smiles at Sid. “Camera shy.”
“He seemed fine out there.”
“That was different.” Tripp takes my hand. “We’ll get changed and be back.” He tugs me after him, grabbing two towels on the way into the shower area. As soon as we’re behind the dividing wall, he drops his voice and whispers, “If it’s too much, I’ll play sick.”
Of course he would. But, nope. I’m not being scared off over something like bare skin. “It’s fine. We can totally convince them of how in love we are.”
“Really?” Tripp cocks an eyebrow. “I know I can be convincing.”
“Well, so can I. I do love you, and for the other stuff, I’ll follow your lead.” I strip off my jersey and move to unbutton my jeans, but something makes me glance up just as I shove down my fly. Tripp’s staring at my hands, slight line between his eyebrows, and the look on his face makes me feel … funny. Hot all over. And now there’s no way for me to finish undressing, because if I do, things will get awkward.
Because I’m suddenly rocking a semi.
Just from his eyes on me.
Normally I’d brush it off, but the more I think about that message I read before we left, the more confused I am over whether this means anything.
So I grab one of the towels still slung over his shoulder, wrap it around my waist, and shove my jeans down. It hides the problem enough that Tripp doesn’t notice as he starts to undress, and when he’s down to his briefs, solid body on display for me, I grab his towel too.
“What are you doing?” he asks, amused.
“Well … we need to be comfortable with touching each other.” I step forward and wrap it around his waist; then, as I tuck it in, the backs of my fingers graze his V and linger.
“Dex …”
I drag my eyes from his body up to meet Tripp’s stare. Unasked questions pass between us, and I … I don’t know what to say. Literally. My mind is blank. Static. Where words are gone, instinct takes their place, and I have the strongest urge to kiss him again.
So I do.
Only this time, he jerks away.
“I think we’re okay with the touching thing,” he says, his voice all scratchy. “We should get back out there.”
He spins on his heel, and I watch his broad back disappear into the locker room. I’m too … something to follow him. Something I can’t name or place, but it has my feet glued to the tile and my eyes pinned on the place he disappeared to.
I jump when Damon’s face appears around the divide. “Everything okay in here?”
I know I’m supposed to answer, but what the hell do I say?
Maybe I want to kiss Tripp again, and for some reason that thought makes me get hard?
“Need to piss.”
“Okay …”
Damon’s gaze burns my skin as I pass through to where the urinals are and force myself to go. At least it helps take care of my overeager problem.
My mouth still feels dry after I wash my hands and join them again. Tripp is sitting on a bench, and Sid directs me to put my feet up and sit along it, head on Tripp’s shoulder.
It shouldn’t be a big deal.
It shouldn’t be different from usual.
It is though.
I sit the way he’s told me, and even as Tripp’s arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me back against him, I can’t relax. I can’t sink into his hold like I have a thousand times before, because I’m more … aware of him. The flare of heat where his skin touches mine, the rise and fall of each soft breath that I normally count to fall asleep is hitting my neck and shoulder and sending goose bumps over my body.
“Cold, Dex?” the photographer asks.
“’M fine.”
“Okay, a few shots like this. Maybe some with your eyes closed, Dex, or smiling. Tripp, I want a couple of you either looking down at him or kissing his hair. Things like that. Basically, I want to feel the love, so if it feels right, do it.”
If it feels right? Normally touching Tripp does, but the only thing that feels right is standing up and walking out of here.
There’s too much riding on this for me to screw up, so I take a deep breath and remind myself that I can get through anything with him here.
Each photo, each pose, I’m still awkward and not feeling it, but I try.
Cuddled together on the bench.
Tripp with me backed into a locker and smiling at him.
With his lips on my neck.
Cradling my head as we laugh.
Fingers linked, foreheads together.