Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 Read Free Page A

you keep hitting guys with their helmets on.”
    “I go for the body. ” Raif gave Pearce a hooded look. “I’m sure you’ve noticed.”
    “Yeah, I noticed .” Pearce went quiet as Raif took off his sweat-stained undershirt, baring his muscular chest. “You going to the bar after? I think a few of the guys are gonna hang out.”
    Demyan pushed to his feet and glared at Pearce. “I thought we were going straight home, Zach. Becky said Casey stayed u p to watch the game.”
    Pearce frowned. “She wouldn’t let Casey stay up this late.”
    “Hey, you know how our daughter is. Becky’s probably worn out. She’d have tried to get Casey to sleep on the sofa at least, but we both know she’ll be awake when we get home.” Demyan looked around the room, letting out a bitter laugh. “Maybe it’s just me, but the guys who have kids went home already. I’m getting up with my baby girl in the morning. You want to hang out, go for it.”
    “Don’t start, Scott.” Pearce sighed and turned to Raif. “He’s right. My daughter probably isn’t asleep yet. But you should spend time with the guys. They know you’re an amazing player, but most don’t know you .”
    “And you think they should?” Raif didn’t move. Didn’t even acknowledge Demyan. There was a sexual tension in the room Tyler couldn’t ignore, even though Raif wasn’t saying anything suggestive. “You need to be with your family, but I see no point in spending the night out when we have practice tomorrow.”
    “We all have practice, Raif. You’ve pulled all-nighters before.”
    “With reason.”
    Pearce’s lips parted. His eyes darkened a little as he moved away from Raif. “Yeah. There was always a good reason.” He closed his eyes as Demyan strode out without a word. “But that’s in the past, Raif. I should go.”
    Turning his back on them, Tyler changed quickly, glad to see Demyan and Pearce were gone when he turned around. Only Raif was left, so Tyler mumbled “Good-bye” and started for the door.
    “Stay.” Raif’s sharp tone stopped him short. He crossed the room with slow, even strides, and it took all Tyler’s strength not to retreat when Raif stepped up to him. “How many stitches?”
    Squaring his shoulders, Tyler met Raif’s eyes. “Three.”
    “Not so bad then.” Raif’s lips quirked, like he was amused as he glanced down at the hands Tyler sporadically fisted and unfisted. “Why so nervous, Ty? You’re not my sub. I won’t punish you for disobeying me.”
    “I know that.” Tyler made a shallow scoffing sound, but his gaze fixed on the center of Raif’s chest. His very wide chest, covered in a dusting of dark hair that went from his lower pecs down the center of his cut abs. “You know how it is, Raif. Wasn’t no big deal.”
    “Lo ok at me when you talk to me. We are friends, are we not?” Raif moved a little closer. Let out a soft chuckle as Tyler lifted his head to look at him. “I do know how it is.”
    “Good.”
    “Will you go to the bar with the others?”
    “No. I’m going to the club.” The back of Tyler’s neck was getting hot. Thinking about the BDSM club had him thinking about how Raif was a Dom there. An experienced Dom. One who would treat Tyler very differently than he did in the locker room.
    Kinda like a cute little puppy that belonged to someone else. And wasn’t very well trained.
    “The club. I take it Chicklet will be there?” Raif asked like it didn’t matter one way or another.
    “Why? You gonna tell on me?” The y were still in the locker room, so no need to be all respectful.
    Raif’s hand abruptly shot out to frame Tyler’s jaw and Tyler jumped. Stared into those dark brown eyes which seemed to dare Tyler to move a muscle.
    Yeah. Not that stupid.
    “No, Ty. I won’t need to tell her a thing.” Raif gave him a positively evil half -smile. “ You will.”
    “I will ?”
    “Yes. And you’ll relay a message for me.” Raif ran his thumb alongside the stitches on