Damn, Cate could give a blow job; the way she grabbed my balls had me so revved up. Honestly, I’d meant to spend more time with her at Chantilly, but Alex had ruined that idea. Maybe not entirely, I thought, because look what happened after stealing that cake and getting the hell out of Dodge. Christ, that cake came in handy. I was looking forward to hurrying back to Cate’s place when I entered the locker room. “Put it away,” someone said, and a loud, “Shut it off,” came next. The guys were huddled on the couch, all eyes on me. “What the fuck?” I joked, trying not to be unnerved by the intensity of their stares. “Do I have something stuck in my teeth?” Ashton shook his head and stood up. “What the hell?” I said as I took off my coat and tossed it on the bench. “Are you guys having some gay combine or what? I’m not a homophobe, but seriously, can we stop canoodling and get this meeting over with?” “Steele, I don’t want to be the one to show this to you, but someone is going to,”
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