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Hayden desperately missed his wife, Jackie. Road trips were brutal, especially now that they had their third child–a son named Arthur–to join his older twin sisters, Jade and Ruby. He hated being away from his family so much during the season, but Jackie was a badass who somehow handled all of it with more grace than Hayden would have ever expected.
But taking care of three kids all day meant Jackie was usually too tired for phone sex. Not that Hayden minded; he was more than okay with his wife prioritizing herself and the kids over his desires.
Besides, his hand was fully functional and worked great in the shower.
Images of Jackie spread out underneath him, the way she was just a few days ago, got Hayden there far quicker than he would have liked, but hey, his wife was hot. She’d always had that effect on him.
Hayden was looking forward to having a few days off for Christmas in a couple of weeks. He’d much rather be cuddling his family than spending time in Boston.
Because time in Boston meant playing the Boston Bears and their star center, Ilya fucking Rozanov.
If Hayden were Shane, he’d have murdered Rozanov years ago. The NHL had them pitted against each other as rivals before they were even fucking drafted, and Rozanov was just always such a smug prick. Hayden would never be able to handle it the way Shane did.
Maybe it was the girl Shane was seeing that kept his temperament in check. Regular sex always helped calm Hayden down.
Like Hayden expected, when he exited the bathroom after drying off and dressing for bed, Shane was trying to subtly sneak out without Hayden noticing.
Unfortunately for Shane, he was literally anything but subtle.
“Lily calling?” Hayden teased, causing Shane to visibly startle.
“What the fuck, Hayd?” Shane grumbled. “Don’t sneak up on me.”
“You’re the one acting all shady here, Shane,” Hayden chuckled as he walked into the room and flopped onto his bed.
“I’m not… acting shady.”
“Shane, buddy…” Hayden sat himself up, laughing while he did. “You’ve always been so fucking weird about this girl.”
Shane huffed unconvincingly. “There is no girl.”
Hayden smiled widely. “So you sneak out of the room every time we’re in Boston to not meet up with that Lily girl you’re always texting?”
Shane’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. “What– No, I’m not–” He eventually collected himself and let out a deep breath. “How did you know about that?”
“I mean, you’ve been texting her for years, man. I’m your best friend; I notice things.”
“It’s… not like that. It’s just… casual.”
Casual?
Hayden was pretty sure Canada’s golden boy Shane Hollander didn’t have the capability of being casual with anyone. That would be a risk to his carefully crafted image, and there was no way Shane was some secret freak.
Right?
“Whatever you say, Shane,” Hayden chuckled. “Just go get laid.” Shane rolled his eyes and walked toward the door. Hayden called out after him. “Make sure you wrap it up if you don’t want to end up like me!”
Hayden was laughing so hard he almost missed Shane flipping him off before the door closed behind him.