Iced Out (Leighton U #1)(53)

Only one way to find out…

Clearing my throat, I look up at the goalie and do my best to act casual.

“Hey, Cam?”

He glances up at me from his spot on the bench, dark blond hair flopping into his eyes. “Hey, man. What’s up?”

“Did you happen to see if Reed left already?”

His brows furrow for a second, but he schools his expression quickly. “Don’t think so. Last I saw, he was walking into the showers. That was maybe…five minutes ago. Why?”

“Just need to talk to him about something before we go back on break. Nothing serious.”

Lies, lies, lies.

He takes a moment, measuring my words before he rises to stand, responding when he tosses the duffle strap over his shoulder. “Pretty sure he went to the last stall. If he’s not there anymore, he can’t be further than the parking lot.”

“Okay, cool. Thanks,” I say awkwardly.

“Course. Have a good one. And great game tonight, by the way.”

I give him a nod. “Yeah, you too, man.”

And with that, he grabs his keys and heads out the door.

I make a discreet sweep of the locker room as I walk toward the showers, noting there’s more guys here than I originally thought. Maybe four or five.

And when I notice the only shower running is the one at the very end—the one Camden mentioned seeing Oak go into—I might as well be shot up with adrenaline.

I don’t even have to see the guy. Just picturing him naked, surrounded by steam. Dripping wet and covered in soap, and Jesus, I need get ahold of myself before I do something stupid. Like get in there with him. Run my hands all over his sinful body.

That’s what I want, though.

I want it so much, I don’t even think of the repercussions of someone seeing me going into his stall, or worse, having it not be his stall at all.

It takes me all of two seconds to decide the odds are in my favor, glance around to see the coast is clear, and pull the handle on the frosted glass door.

Thank God they didn’t put locks on these damn things.

Luck is on my side, because as I slip in and silently close the door behind me, I find Oakley standing under the spray of water. Even with his back facing me, I know it’s him. At this point, I’d recognize that ass anywhere, complete with a little dimpled indent above each cheek.

Hanging my towel on the hook next to his, I step under the spray behind him.

“Wha—”

My palm clasps over his mouth to silence the what the fuck about to leave it. Loudly. And I didn’t make this whole effort to not be seen, only for him to blow our cover.

“Shh,” I murmur into his ear. “It’s just me.”

Releasing my hand from over his mouth, I let it slide down over his shoulder before stepping away. He spins around to face me, eyes wide, and a look falling somewhere between stern and pissed off crosses his face.

“Are you insane? What’re you doing in here?”

Not exactly the response I was hoping for, though I don’t know why I expected anything less.

“Being reckless,” I surmise with a playful smirk.

He wipes the water from his face and shakes his head, a mixture of irritation and panic painting his expression. “Someone could’ve seen you.”

“Just relax,” I soothe, keeping my voice low. “I checked to make sure no one saw. Most of them are gone already as it is, and by the time I’m nice and squeaky clean, they all will be.”

He gives me a wary look, one clearly stating he doesn’t believe me.

“I promise, it’ll be fine. Just keep your voice down and no one will be the wiser.”

It takes a second, but for once, he nods. The tension in his shoulders melts away before my eyes, and he lets out a sigh.

“You scared the crap outta me,” he says, his voice a gruff whisper.

I let out a soft laugh and step into his space, my hands itching to touch him. “I had no idea.”

“Okay, smartass.”

I grin more as he grabs the body wash, handing it over to me. He watches for a second as I lather the soap in my palms before he steps out from under the spray. Thinking he’s about to dry off and leave—which makes little to no sense if he’s concerned about blowing our cover—I pivot.

“Stay. Less likely for people to catch us,” I say, not letting myself second-guess the reasoning. Because as much truth is behind it, I just want to be near him and in his presence. Feel the electricity humming between us whenever we’re this close to each other.

I’m already as addicted to that feeling as I am to being on the ice.

“You think I’m about to pass up this show?” A slow smile creeps over his lips as his eyes rake up and down my naked body. “Not a chance, de Haas. I was just getting out of the way to get a better view.”

My cock perks up at the want dripping in his voice, and I’m instantly filled with annoyance about the other guys still milling around the locker room.

Not that we’d be fooling around even if it was empty.

Oakley’s been a stickler with this hooking up stuff, and since we don’t have a game tomorrow, neither of us will be getting off. With each other, at least, because I know he won’t touch me tonight. Even if I begged him to take me in his fist or his mouth, he wouldn’t.