Chapter 10

Mo

Are you not strong enough?

I rip my gym bag from my locker and throw it on the bench. It may have been Wes who said the words, but the voice was all my father.

Grinding my teeth together, I yank my shirt over my head and hurl it to the ground. My mind is stuck on the same loop it's been stuck on since the day Jonathan pulled me aside to scold me for crying, the never-ending crash and fall of disappointment landing on my shoulders.

I made sure you earned every position you worked in.

My chest starts to heave as the walls close in. I can feel the emotions bubbling just beneath the surface, waiting for a chance to explode. Forcing myself to breathe through the pressure, I close my eyes and lean my forehead against the locker, letting the cold metal ground me.

"Maurice?" Nico's voice is soft and tentative but it's enough to break through my father's.

"Not now, Montez."

Keeping my eyes closed, I exhale and count down from ten. Once I reach zero, I feel composed enough to push away from the locker. I find Nico staring at me with his mouth open.

"You don't have a shirt on."

I frown, "If you plan on being Captain Obvious, you might as well leave."

He ignores the insult and wanders closer, "Did an artist sculpt you? There's no way these things are real."

To my utter disbelief, he pokes my left pec.

I grab his hand before he can touch me again, "Most artists charge for their work. And trust me when I say you couldn't afford me."

Nico grins, "Name a price and I will rob a bank."

Staring at the impossible man in front of me, a chuckle escapes my lips.

Nico's eyes lit up at the sound, "Now that I have you in a good mood, I want to formerly apologize for my co-captain. There was a misunderstanding, and he took it out on you. That was wrong and I"m sorry."

I frown, "Communication is important, especially as a captain."

"Extenuating circumstances aside, that is something I promise to work on." He winks, "It's not every day I get saved by a lacrosse legend."

"You're ridiculous." I try to keep a straight face, but a smirk tugs at my lips.

"You love it."

Nico's eyes drop to my mouth and the tension from last night resurfaces. My sleepless night must be taking its toll because just like moments before, I feel my control start to slip.

"I really don't." I realize I'm still holding his hand, but instead of letting go, I use it to pull him closer.

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care."

His tongue peeks out as he licks his lips, his gaze dropping to my bare chest. Grabbing his chin, I tilt his head until his eyes are back on mine.

"Tell me one thing, Montez. How serious are you and the boyfriend?"

He frowns, staring back at me, "I don't have a boyfriend."

Now it's my turn to frown, "Who were you talking to the other day?"

"Huh?" Scrunching up his face, Nico suddenly laughs, "Oh! You mean Lacey, Wes' younger sister – we go way back."

"Good to know."

He doesn't have time to respond before I crash my mouth on his.

Nico

I have died and gone to heaven.

It's the only explanation for what is happening right now.

Mo's lips land on mine, and I don't even hesitate. I take what I've wanted since Taber's lacrosse legend arrived back in Taber.

Pulling that sinful body closer, I press every inch of us together as Mo snakes his tongue into my mouth. Hard muscle meets my torso as I push him against the locker, my hands tangling through that perfect hair as he claims my mouth. We fight for control, biting and pulling at each other until finally Mo snaps.

Letting out a growl, he spins us around so I'm the one with my back pressed against the locker, completely at his mercy.

"Always in control. Typical." I pant the words against his mouth, letting my hands roam the bare chest in front of me.

Mo smirks, "Why would I let someone else take the lead when I know I can do it better?"

Shoving his knee between my legs, he pins me against the lockers and reclaims my mouth. I hike my leg over his hip and grind against him, my dick getting harder by the minute.

"Your arrogance knows no bounds."

Mo pushes back against me, his own erection digging into my hip as I lick a path down his neck.

"It's not arrogance if it's true."

Reaching the sensitive spot under his ear, I suck hard enough to leave a mark. He jerks back, glaring at me with hazy eyes.

"What the hell was that?"

I give him a lazy grin, "Just exploring the territory, babe."

The door to the locker room bangs open, and I look at Mo in panic. His expression remains eerily calm as he untangles himself from my body, and my eyes drop to the tent he's sporting in his shorts.

Ladies and gentlemen, let it be confirmed that Maurice O'Brien is completely proportionate.

Mo pulls a shirt out of his gym bag just as Millard peeks around the corner, "Hey guys. Wes sent me to retrieve you, Nico."

Making sure my boner is out of sight, I smile at the rookie over my shoulder, "I"ll be right out, thanks Mill."

"No problem." Sneaking a glance at Mo's impressive back muscles, Millard nods and walks away.

As soon as I hear the door close behind him, I turn and find Mo bent over, lacing up his runners. Any thoughts of hiding my hard-on fly out the window as my dick soaks in the view from behind.

"Are you not returning to the field?"

I'm still staring at Mo's ass when he puts his foot down, his own boner significantly reduced.

This man's willpower is unbelievable.

"No. I need to burn off some energy." He shoots me a look, "Alone."

I hold up my hands in surrender, "I've got captain duties to return to. Just wanted to make sure you were feeling better."

A smirk makes its way onto my face as I spot the red mark forming beneath his ear.

"Right."

He falls silent, and I wait for the inevitable let's pretend this never happened speech.

I watch in shock as Mo picks up his gym bag and heads for the door.

"Wait. That's it?"

He pauses, "I don't fool around with teammates, Montez. It makes things messy."

I feel my jaw drop, "You're worried about messing around with a teammate? Am I missing something here?"

I can count on one hand the number of hookups who claimed to be bisexual the night before and who remained to be bisexual the morning of. The bicurious folk enjoy venturing on the gay side, but when it comes time to face their actions, it's usually an abort situation.

Mo shakes his head, "One make-out doesn't change the fact I despise you. And even if I didn't find your inability to keep your mouth shut intolerable, I still wouldn't pursue things because of your position on the team."

I'm stunned speechless, as he continues, "This was a one-off, Montez. I won't let it happen again."

It takes a moment for my tongue to remember how to function.

"Maurice, wait."

He sighs impatiently as I struggle to put the pieces together.

"Don't you like women?"

The tiniest smirk crosses Mo's face, "Not always."

And with that bombshell, he turns and walks away.