Chapter 33 33: Stripped Before Him
Saint stormed out of his bedroom, blocking the rational voice that pleaded with him to stop moving.
With one long stride, he stood in front of Baby's door, his hand ready to twist the doorknob.
"I would do that if I were you," Cam walked pit from the kitchen, a cup of steaming coffee in his hands.
He leaned against the wall, eyeing Saint with narrowed eyes.
Saint paused, frowning as he slowly turned away from the door, Cam's sudden presence had hindered his plan.
The sound didn't stop, Baby and whoever he was fucking were going at it nonstop, causing every vein in Saint's hand to pop as he clenched his fists in anger.
"What are you doing here?" Saint questioned, his voice rough and low.
Cam shrugged, "My best friend called. He needed a distinction, and I supimed. Just like usual, you'll get used to Baby," he said, taking his cup to his mouth to take a sip.
Saint swallowed down the possessive question he almost asked. Instead, he stepped away from the door, walking toward Cam.
"You supplied?" He asked, standing a foot away from Cam.
Saint swore within him, if Baby didn't show up in a few minutes, all hell was breaking loose, he was crossing that fucking line he had created between them.
For now, Cam would be a great distraction.
Cam nodded his head, "He does this whenever he's... never mind. So, why are you up? It's 3: a.m." He leaned off the wall and walked past Saint, heading over to sit on a sofa.
Saint shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly turned to face Cam.
"Baby... why does he do this? Why does he depend on sex for a distraction?" He asked calmly even though a volcano was erupting within him.
Cam raised a secretive brow, "Your words, not mine. Look, bro, just go back to sleep. If you have any questions, I suggest you refer them to the right source." He replied dismissively.
Saint strode closer, standing right in front of Cam.
"Sleep? How do you suppose I do that with such noise filtering into my room? Also, you've brought a stranger into my house at such an hour, that's a fucking invasion. What if she's a thief, a murderer?" Saint asked through gritted teeth.
He was barely controlling himself as the girl's moans grew louder and louder; he knew exactly what was happening, and he hated it. He felt tortured, like he was paying for the things he said to Baby earlier that night.
"Look, man, just calm down –"
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" Saint flipped, slamming Cam's coffee out of his hands, the small china breaking and spilling the dark, liquid content onto the shiny, tiled floor.
"What the fuck?" Cam gasped, leaning back from Saint, whose face had suddenly turned murderous.
Saint stepped back, feeling his anger rising higher and higher with each sound that dripped out of Baby's room.
"I need to run," he muttered and left the apartment in a blur, slamming the door as he left.
"What the actual fuck?" Cam murmured, glaring at the door, "I spent three minutes making this coffee." He sighed, staring at his wasted effort on the floor.
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Two hours later, Baby walked into the locker room with Cam and his regular conquest, Candy.
He was a little later than usual, but he didn't give a fuck, he was back to his usual self. Enough with trying to change shit.
"Everyone, on the ice, now!" He banged his hand on the locker, glaring at the guys who were standing around the room.
"Yes, Captain!" Rode and Wong replied, leading the team out of the locker room.
"Make it quick, Captain," Wong winked at Baby as he walked by, dragging Cam away to give Baby and Candy some privacy.
"I guess we'll make it quick as he said," Baby murmured and slammed Candy against the locker, kissing her in a hurry.
Candy moaned, "Easy there, Captain. We've been at it for hours... not tired?" She asked in a soft tone, but her hands were slipping into Baby's shirt, caressing his abs.
Baby smirked, "Are you?" He whispered, cupping her breast through her shirt.
Candy moaned and shook her head, "No, Baby... God no." She locked her arms around his neck and kissed him again, her hips pressing against his desperately.
"I need some energy for the practice," Baby murmured against her lips, his hand sliding behind her to squeeze her ass through her short skirt.
"I've got tons of energy to give out, Baby," She tipped her toes and whispered into his ear, "My mouth or my pussy?" She asked slowly, biting his earlobe.
Baby grinned, placing his hand on her shoulder to push her down on her knees, "Your mouth, Candy. Save that pussy for later," He commanded, stepping back to let her undo his zipper herself.
"Baby Danvers," Nickel's voice rang from the door just as Candy was about to unzip Baby's pants.
She quickly scrambled to her feet, lowering her face to hide from the coach.
Baby sighed, "You can go, Candy. I'll call you." He said and stepped out of her way.
Candy tucked her hair behind her ear, her cheeks flushed as she slowly walked over to the door, slipping away from the locker room with her heart beating loudly in shame.
Baby turned to face the coach and suddenly froze, his eyes momentarily taking in the devil beside Nickel.
Saint Kross.
He looked all sweaty like he'd run across two countries and back in his joggers and hoodie, his eyes were so intense they looked dark and no longer grey. Overall, Saint looked like he had just returned from a murder mission, and honestly, Baby didn't give a fuck.
His eyes didn't stay longer than a second on Saint before he turned his attention to the coach, as if Saint never existed.
"Good morning to you, coach," Baby grinned, folding his arms casually.
Nickel stepped forward, frowning, "Baby, we agreed to lay low, didn't we?" He asked, his tone crisp.
Baby nodded, "Trust me, Coach, I am laying low," he gestured his hand below his hips, "Lower than the grass. It was the locker room, nothing could happen here," he said, smiling.
Nickel sighed, "No, Baby, everything could have happened," he gritted his teeth in frustration.
"Come on, Baby, can you be mature for once? I mean, we're all men, we all have needs, but you don't see us fucking people on the sidewalks –"
"Correction, coach, I've never fucked anyone on the sidewalk –"
"Enough!" Nickel snapped, raising his hand to silence Baby.
Baby paused, rolling his eyes and not saying a word.
Nickel inhaled loudly, shaking his head, "If only you could be more like Saint," he said, staring at Baby's unrepentant face.
"Of course..." Baby murmured, balling his fists in annoyance.
Once again, the broken toy was compared with the star.
Ridiculous.
"I fear for you, Baby. Please, talk to the therapist before it gets out of hand," Nickel patted Baby's arm and turned away.
"You two, get ready and come out. We've already wasted much time," Nickel I atruced as he left the locker room.
Baby turned away the moment Nickle left, walking over to his locker.
He could feel Saint's eyes boring into his skin, but he remained calm and unlocked his locker, taking out his helmet.
He was never going to speak to Saint, that was a promise he made to himself. Unless it was necessary like the charity gala they were about to attend. If not, Saint was dead to him, as he should've been from the beginning.
He pulled off his shirt, dragging out his neatly folded jersey from his locker. He was about to unzip his pants when he heard Siant walking toward him and stilled.
For a split second, he thought Saint was coming for him, but then he recalled that their lockers were right next to each other before he relaxed and pulled off his pants, unbothered by the other man's presence.
Saint's step halted the moment Baby pulled those darned pants down his waist, leaving him in just his skin-tight white underwear.
Saint's eyes developed their own mind, slowly raking down Baby's body without shame, pausing right behind Baby.