Harmless(8)

Ahh. Maybe that was what Seg was worried about. That Roan had leaked his secret.

"Later, man." He purposely tried to sound "straight" enough for Seg to get his drift.

As he held Seg's gaze, Roan realized it would've been so easy to head over to whatever bar Seg had mentioned, pretend to be friends with Seg for a little while, then sneak away, go back to Seg's house, and let him fuck the daylights out of him one more time.

Yeah. Stupid idea.

"Why don't you give me your number," Seg suggested. "Maybe y'all can come hang out sometime." 

Roan knew if he turned Seg down, the others would start asking questions. They would want to know why Roan didn't jump at the chance to hang out with the Arrows players.

Instead of telling him no, Roan sighed, then fished a card out of his wallet. He kept a few for the marina on him. He was simply going to pass it over, but Seg produced a Sharpie marker out of thin air, and he had no choice but to write his number on it. That was what Seg wanted, apparently.

If Seg only knew all the stuff Roan was dealing with, he'd probably put his hands up in surrender and run-not walk-away. He damn sure wouldn't be considering a repeat, and based on the heat Roan saw in Seg's eyes, he was definitely considering it.

After jotting down his cell phone number-he would kick himself later for that one-Roan passed over the card and the marker. Then, rather than wait for Seg to say anything more, he turned and walked away. He didn't even wait for Cam and Gannon. They would catch up to him eventually.



DAMN, HE LOOKED GOOD.

Seg watched Roan until the man disappeared out of sight. He had to fight the ridiculous urge to follow him, to chase him down just so he could talk to the guy for a little while. However, he knew that would be insane. Namely because he couldn't show his interest.

Not here anyway.

He'd already taken too much of a risk as it was. There were too many eyes on them, and although Seg had played it off as seeing an old friend, he didn't want these guys getting any ideas.

He had to figure he'd pulled it off considering the incinerating look Roan had given him when Seg pretended to hardly remember him. Oh, Roan didn't have to worry about that. Seg remembered him. In fact, he recalled every little detail about the man.

Squaring his shoulders, Seg turned back to Roan's friends. "Great to meet you guys. The invite to the Penalty Box stands if anyone's interested."

For a second, he thought they might take him up on it, but then they each started rumbling off things they had to do. Seg boldly met the blue eyes of the biggest guy, holding his stare for a moment. He could see a million questions in the man's eyes. Seg didn't miss the fact that the guy was holding hands with the skinnier guy with glasses standing beside him. Clearly they were open and out, and if Seg had to guess, this guy was trying to imagine Seg and Roan together.

"Cool," he said, starting back down the hall. "Have a good night."

Shit. He'd been stupid to approach Roan in the first place, but the instant he'd seen him, he couldn't help himself. He usually had more self-control than that. Especially since his entire career could go down the drain if he was outed. He could practically picture the looks on his teammates' faces. And opposing teams …  Yeah, no thank you.

No guy was worth that hassle.

Of course, that thought triggered the memory of that one night he'd spent with Roan. The one night he desperately wanted a repeat of because there was absolutely no way it could've been as good as his memories claimed it was.

"Great to meet you," the big guy said.

"Y'all played awesome tonight," the guy with glasses stated.

Seg offered a curt chin nod as his only response to Roan's friends. He tried to pretend those weren't curious glances he got, but unfortunately, he knew they were. And that meant Seg was going to have to find some chick to bang in order to counter any of the fucking rumors that would likely start because he hadn't been able to hide his surprise when he saw Roan.

He tried to tell himself that the only thing he wanted to do was talk to Roan. To ensure Roan hadn't mentioned their encounter to anyone, maybe to find a little closure because he'd spent far too much time thinking about the man over the past year. Unfortunately, he had never managed to get Roan's phone number or address. Why would he? It'd been a one-nighter.




 

 

Seg fingered the card in his hand. But he had Roan's phone number now.

"Shit." He pivoted on his heel and headed back to the locker room. He needed to spend some time on the bike before he called it a night. If he didn't, his muscles would lock up and he'd be hating life.

Forty minutes later, as he walked to his SUV parked in the players' lot, Seg pulled up his contacts and added Roan's information in his phone. Then he hit the button to send a text. Once inside the Range Rover, he started the engine and then took a moment to shoot off a message.