Pucking the Captain
The sound of the running water echoed off the tiles, creating a private, echoing world just for the two of us.
I stepped under the scalding spray of my own showerhead, letting the hot water beat down on my aching shoulders, but before I could even reach for the soap, a large, heavy shadow fell over me.
Jaxson stepped into my space, completely ignoring his own showerhead, and crowded me against the cold, wet tiles.
The heat radiating off his massive frame was overwhelming, mixing with the steam until I felt like I was suffocating.
"You were sloppy on the forecheck in the second period," he murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated right through my chest.