I nodded, forcing myself to look up into her pretty hazel eyes. “He looks great. You both do.” She flushed pink, and I decided that was my cue to get the hell out of here before I made this even more awkward. I handed Huey back to her. “I’ll just run upstairs and get ready. I’ll be down in twenty.”

Racing upstairs, I was already unbuttoning my shirt before I made it to my ensuite. I’d been on edge all day when it came to the woman downstairs, and I had to do something about it before I exploded and did something stupid. I really needed to get laid. ASAP.

As I climbed into the shower, I wrapped my hand around my cock almost immediately. Seeing her, all beautiful and happy, brought back what I thought I’d heard last night. I’d tried to convince myself I’d been hallucinating. That she’d just been sleeping, or talking on the phone, or doing anything but what I thought she’d been doing.

Touching herself.

I’d gone in to check on Huey before I turned in for the night, and heard a low hum. It was almost too low to hear, but I had great hearing from a decade in foster care. At first, I’d convinced myself that it was just her brushing her teeth with an electric toothbrush. People did that.

But then I heard the unmistakable sound of a swallowed moan, slightly muffled, like she was trying to be quiet. And I’d stilled, like a statue. It had suddenly made sense why Huey’s nursery door had been shut.

I hadn’t been able to move. Even just thinking about that sweet, soft noise made my dick ache, and I stroked it harder and faster, imagining it was Nova’s tight cunt wrapped around my dick.

What made it better—or worse—was that I could’ve sworn she said my name as she came. As those muffled cries turned into one long moan of release, I would’ve bet my fortune on the fact that it was my name she’d breathed. Had she been thinking about me as she fucked herself? God, even the thought made me pump harder and faster until I was shooting my load all over my bathroom tiles.

I was so, so fucked.

Drying myself off, and still cursing my lack of control, I threw on some jeans and a light blue button-down. Running some product through my hair, I decided that was enough to go visit Muss. Of everyone in the team, Rigby and River were closest to their team captain. He was a nice guy, who’d been in the league for a long time. Sometimes that made people arrogant, but Muss was a genuine person who cared about the team, and also about the players in it. He loved hockey, but he loved his wife and kids even more.