Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“That’s one way to start the day,” Dylan said. He gave a stretch, his muscular arms flexing over his head as he closed his eyes and reached up for the sky. “Fuck, I needed that.”
“Same,” I said. “Same.”
But it wasn’t just the sex that I needed. It was so much more profound than that.
All I needed was the man currently standing butt-ass naked in front of me, framed by a snowy yard, flushed from our fucking, and puppy-eyed by our love. I’d gone through life always carrying guilt, always feeling a deep sense of loss and emptiness that I never thought I’d be able to fix or fill. But that wasn’t true. It had never been true. My life, as tragic as some of the turns were, was always leading me to this moment and to this man.
No matter what, fate had entwined us, and I was so beyond happy that nothing was able to come between us.
Nothing. We were mates. Fated. And we would always be.
I smiled as I stood up, pulling him into my arms. “Let’s go stop a train, or whatever it is that movie’s about.”
I kissed my mate and felt my heart soar, swirling through the snow and all the way up to the clouds.
The End.
Epilogue
Miles
Morning sunlight slowly filled our hotel room through the floor-to-ceiling window that looked out on the Chicago River. I found myself waking up with a smile as a naked Dyl scooched back against me, his ass pressing against my morning wood as he began to stir awake. We had snoozed the alarm a couple of times already, but it seemed like our bodies had their own way of waking us up.
I throbbed against him as I tightened my grip around his chest, pressing my lips against his neck and giving him gentle kisses. He gave a pleased moan and another push of his ass against me in return. His body was warm against mine. The comfortable and plush hotel sheets were trapping too much of the heat. I kicked them off before putting my legs through Dyl’s. I loved when our feet rubbed together, almost as much as I loved how good my leaky cock felt against his ass.
Almost. There really wasn’t much that could compete with that feeling.
Except for one thing, of course. I reached between us and positioned myself so that the head of my stiff dick rested against Dylan’s hole. I was hungry for him. Had been since we got into the hotel. We had already fucked three times since yesterday. Dylan had been pent up with playing the final game of the Calder Cup—a game he’d been worried about since the start of the season.
Turns out, he had no reason to worry at all. The Bobcats had won against the Chicago Wolves. They had scored the biggest trophy in their league. It was glorious—although bittersweet without Emmy out there as the team captain—and it was Dylan who had scored the winning shot. He played a flawless game. As did the rest of the Bobcats, of course, but it was Dyl who I couldn’t keep my eyes off out in the rink. He skated with a controlled power and grace that I don’t think I’d seen from him yet. It was like all the pressure he’d been putting himself under during the season formed him into a perfect diamond, shining under the lights of the arena.
It was incredible watching him grow his confidence this season. And I wanted to reward him for it.
I pushed my hips forward. I’d already been leaking against him all morning and found little resistance as I slipped inside him. His moan was loud as he perked up, although he didn’t move much. He just took it, lying there with a hand out and grabbing hold of the white bedsheet.
“Good morning, Calder Cup winner,” I said against his neck, letting myself sink into the delicious heat of his body.
“Very good morning,” Dylan replied with a groan of pleasure as I pushed a couple more inches inside him. “Ohh fuck.”
“That’s it. That’s my good boy.” I could feel Dylan melt into the mattress. His body turned to jello against me. “My Calder Cup winner.”
“Proud of me, huh?”
“Very.” I gave a thrust of my hips to punctuate the point, burying myself fully inside him. I held myself there, relishing in the warmth and the tightness and the completeness of being one with my fated mate. “Fuck, Dyl. I’m beyond proud of you. I see you, feel you, and know that you’re everything and more. That you deserve every trophy under the sun. You are my first place forever.”
“Oh, Miles, you don’t know how good that makes me feel.”
“How about this? How good does that make you feel?”
“So fucking good,” he groaned again. I reached around and grabbed a fistful of evidence, his cock throbbing in my grip. The sheets were soaked from where he leaked. I rubbed my fingers against the wet head of his cock and brought them up to his lips. He took them in his mouth and sucked, his hole clenching around me, milking more of my precum. I slipped my fingers from between his lips, brought them back down to his sticky wet flow and then got a taste of my own.