Body Checked By My Straight Captain Chapter 25
Connor’s movements are slow. Deep. Cruel.
I’m sweating beneath his hoodie
“Still thinking about him?”
“No.”
My body jerks.
At the same time, his hardness grinds against me through our clothes.
“Again.”
“I’m not thinking about Jace.”
Connor curls his fingers.
Pleasure detonates through me.
“Connor—”
His hips push up.
The pressure is everywhere.
Inside me.
Between us.
Building too fast.
“I’m going to—”
A seat creaks.
Someone stands.
Footsteps start toward the back.
Oh fuck.
Connor’s hand stops.
I’m still straddling him.
Flushed.
Sweating.
Seconds from finishing.
The teammate gets closer.
Then—
“Yo.”
Jace stands, blocking the aisle and the stumbling teammate.
“Bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
“Occupied.”
The guy groans.
“Seriously?”
“Very.”
He turns around.
Only then do I look back.
Jace is staring straight at me.
He knows exactly what he interrupted.
Exactly how wrecked I am.
His smile turns slow and wicked.
Then he walks back and drops into the seat across from us.
Connor goes tense beneath me.
Jace spreads his knees. Looks between us.
And whispers—
“Don’t stop on my account.”