“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dane said with a sigh.
“But I think I got you a little too excited,” she whispered, pulling his gown down. “We shouldn’t get carried away in here.”
Dane groaned. He hiked his gown back up and wagged his erect cock in the air; its bulk was mouthwatering.
“Please—just gimme a tease,” he whispered.
“No!” she told him, slapping at his muscled waist. “You’resobad.”
But she couldn’t deny it—the idea of being naughty here was an incredible rush, a heart-racing thrill. She could still taste his sweetness on her lips, and she wanted more.
“Maybe just a tease,” she said.
She lowered her face to his cock. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, gasping and groaning while she licked him clean. But when his pre-cum was gone, she couldn’t help herself—she wrapped her lips around his manhood and sucked for more.
Until she thought she heard something.
She held absolutely still and listened, with Dane’s neglected member throbbing and twitching between her lips.
“Why’d you stop? What is it?” he whispered.
“Shh. Quiet.”
There was a distant banter in the hallway outside the room. A group of men talked, their voices growing louder. She couldn’t understand their words, but she heard the cadence of a joke, and then booming laughter in response.
Their footsteps neared, their voices suddenly standing right outside the door.
Austen scrambled away from Dane’s cock, threw the bed sheets over his torso and wiped the saliva from her mouth, right as the Dallas Devils entered the room.
Chapter 42
Dane
Dane’s teammates marched into his room wearing shit-eating grins that stretched from ear to ear. Reavo was first, followed by Matchbox, Parisi, Mikey, Vaughn, then Brayden and Jaden.
“Big Deeeee!”
“And Austen, too!”
“How’s it goin’, Cap?”
“Sup, D?”
“What’s up, Austy?”
They surrounded the bed and stared at him, smirking, snickering.
Damn it,Dane thought. He could see it in their eyes. They knew. It didn’t help that Austen was turning brighter red with every passing second.
“What’s up, boys,” Dane muttered. “You ever think about knocking first?”
“Nope,” Parisi said.
“Heh,” Vaughn snickered.
“Sorry about that,” Reavo said, slugging Dane on the shoulder. “We didn’t interrupt anything, did we?”
Austen and Dane both shouted in unison: “No!”
