Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
“Mm, keep talking about my teammates and the team which your dad coaches. That’ll get me hard.”
Kole chuckles. “And there you go, trying to make light of this situation because you don’t want to be vulnerable and admit you want the team’s approval. You want to be their friend, but you’re scared they’ll judge you for who you are deep down, which is a sweet, caring man who’s devoted to his family even though they’re overwhelming.”
“I think we need a safeword when it comes to all this emoting. No more.”
Kole laughs more. “It’s a shame there’s a clothing rule in this house. We could do something other than talk.”
With all my power, I roll us over so I’m now on top and snugly resting between his legs. “Bedtime loophole, remember? After everything that happened today, no one will be coming down here.”
“It really was a good day. Don’t beat yourself up for one minor hiccup.”
“I don’t think three stitches is a minor hiccup.”
“It is. Kids always get injured. It’s not your fault. It was a good Christmas.”
I want to believe him. So bad. “It’s not over yet.”
He reaches between us, rubbing over my hard cock. “Want to wish me a proper Merry Christmas?”
I shudder on top of him. “More than anything. I want you inside me.”
Kole sighs. “Fine. But next chance we have, it’s going the other way.”
“Our first game after break is an away game.”
“Deal.”
Having sex in a crowded house is risky and somewhat terrifying, but we go slow and take our time, breathe each other in, and bask in this new promise we’ve made each other.
I lied just now though.
I don’t think I’m falling for him.
I’ve already fallen.
32
Kole
A sea of Mountain Lions jerseys walks through the door of Bean There, and my eyes immediately land on Asher.
Even after a few months together, he still pulls an automatic smile to my face.
Apparently, I do the same to him because when he spots me, he lights up and breaks away from the group.
He fishes something out of his bag on the walk over, and by the time he’s in front of me, I have a piece of paper shoved in my face.
“What’s this?”
He doesn’t answer.
Then I note the giant grade at the top.
“B plus?” A burst of elation hits me at how happy Asher looks with himself.
“Best grade ever,” he says.
“That’s incredible.”
“Borderline miracle.”
“You’re right. Must be a total fluke.” But we both know that’s not the case. For two guys early on in their relationship, there’s a whole lot more study than sex at the moment. It sucks, but we don’t have a lot of options. I’m at the Dalton house a lot because Asher’s spending what little free time he does have at home. It means West can get a much-needed break so he doesn’t burn out and run off again, and it leaves Asher and me plenty of time to study and not have sex.
We have to take full advantage of away games and the back seats of our cars. It’s surprising Asher can still perform on the ice when the team is away because he gets little to no sleep, and we fuck until our bodies are completely wrung out. Yet, he gets out there and kicks ass every single game. The team is right on track to go all the way.
Not going to lie, it’s hard to keep my hands to myself whenever I see him.
Especially moments like now, when all I want is to kiss him and show him how proud I am, but his team is right there. We haven’t mentioned anything to them because we didn’t want anyone to accuse Dad of favoritism.
“Fitting grade though. B is for blue balls.”
“And blowjobs?” He lifts his eyebrows.
“Is that the reward you want?” My cock twitches. It’s been so long since I had his dick in my mouth.
“Actually no.”
Huh? That derails images of us both naked together and crash-lands me back in the café. “Then …”
“I actually thought …” He shifts his eyes away from me. “That maybe it might be time we told people about us?”
His clear discomfort makes me unreasonably happy. “Aww, are you nervous?”
“No. I don’t do nerves. Shut up.”
I pat him on the head, and he gives me a blank cut the crap look. “Of course you don’t, sweetie. You’re a big bad hockey player.”
And as much as he tries to look like he’s not impressed, his eyes are soft.
“So what’s the plan?” I ask. “I’m pretty sure none of your teammates know either of us is queer, so did you want to make it some big coming out thing, or …”
He takes my hand. “Nope. Come with me.”
I grab my coffee and follow him to the table where Rossi, Simms, Kaplan, and Stalberg are already sitting. Asher steals a chair from another table, and before I can grab one of my own, he sits down and pulls me onto his lap.