“Something else I can help you with, then?”

I shrugged nonchalantly and threw the towel around my neck. “Can’t find my comb. Thought I could borrow yours.” Our shoulders brushed as I leaned in and grabbed the black plastic one off his shelf, then ran it through the messy tousle of my hair a couple of times.

He shook his head, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “You think you’re so smooth.”

“Aw, nah, this is me being obvious.” I cut him a wink and leaned back in, the same brush of our shoulders he didn’t back off from, the same spark of electricity rolling over my bare skin. I tossed his comb back on the shelf and pitched my voice lower as I eyed his crotch. “Looks like your dick is struggling with subtle, though.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a whole new playground for it to explore lately.” He glanced away, and I followed his sightline to where Cross, Simmons, and Boswell were huddled together, cracking up at something on Simmons’s screen. The rest of the guys were finishing dressing or zipping up their bags. “It’s like a kid in a fucking candy store. It’d be annoying, except it feels so fucking good. I’m horny all the goddamn time.”

So basically what life around him for the past four years had been like for me. Still, the frank admission stunned me as much as the grin that followed, which, if I didn’t know him better, almost seemed a little self-conscious.

“Welcome to wonderland.” I grinned shamelessly.

“Get your ass dressed, and c’mon,” Ramsey said as he snagged a clean pair of track shorts and started pulling them on.

“Where we going?”

“You said you were gonna be studying all night, yeah?”

“All night.”

“Uh-huh.” He inclined his chin and gave me an appraising stare that threatened to undo all the confidence I’d had in myself earlier not to pop a boner in the locker room. “So we’re going to eat first. I’ll drive.”

The way my pulse sped up under that stare told me not to question him. I motored back to my locker and yanked my clothes on.

“Yo,” Cross yelled back at me from the front entrance. “We’re going to Boswick’s. Want in?”

“Can’t. I’ll catch you later.” I flashed him a wave, then grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder before turning around. Ramsey was already heading down the hallway toward one of the side entrances. I picked up speed to catch up with him and knocked into his shoulder. “Why didn’t you park in the front?”

“I did.”

“Then what—” Ramsey stopped short and turned a handle on one of the doors lining the hallway. “Oh shit,” I exhaled as he shoved me inside and realization set in.

The small supply room smelled like lemon cleaner and bleach. Buckets and mops hung from pegs. Shelves were lined with solvents. There wasn’t a lot of wiggle room. I opened my mouth to make a joke but snapped it closed as voices sounded from outside.

“Keep that loud mouth shut,” Ramsey whispered, pressing me against the door. His heart beat rabbit-quick against mine, his breathing soft and shallow as we held still.

The voices passed a second later.

“Is this a good idea?”

Ramsey exhaled a quiet chuckle. “Fuck no. It’s a terrible idea, but probably not worse than one of yours.” His knuckles skimmed down my sides and then over the fly of my jeans. My dick, weary from its valiant effort in the locker room and the showers, lost all its willpower. I tilted my hips into his touch with a soft groan of satisfaction when he turned his hand over and cupped me. “I saw you looking at me in the showers.”

“Wasn’t the first time, won’t be the last,” I admitted easily, then stifled another moan as he squeezed my balls, then grazed his fingers over the fabric. “No one else saw. Fuck. Quit teasing me and touch me for real.”

His laughter was warm in my ear, but thankfully his fingers moved to the button of my jeans, then the zipper, lowering it as his mouth closed over mine in an unhurried kiss that smoldered through me. My dick throbbed with anticipation, eager for his grip and the slide of his cock.

But that wasn’t what I got.

Ramsey pulled back. “So you’re done being pissed at me for earlier?”

“Yeah.” I clamped down on my lower lip as he brushed his fingertips over the head of my cock. I was dripping already. “Shit.”

“Good.”

“You were right. Team dynamics, focus on the game…goddamn.” Ramsey was a fucking sexual prodigy if there ever was one. Or maybe it was just that I was so attracted to him and, like the good QB he was, he paid attention to everything. It’d taken maybe one handy for him to figure out I was a sucker for a little twist over the head of my dick, and my balls were already tight just from the sweep and slide of his fingers.

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