Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“And yet it ended with you complimenting me. I thought hell had frozen over.”
I give a short laugh. “It won’t happen again.”
“Oh, I know it will.” He steps fractionally closer. “I’m not talking on the ice either. In a couple of hours, when I’m on my knees, it’ll be all ‘Beck, you’re the best I’ve ever had.’”
I choke. I’m not sure on what, but goddamn, that imagery … And of course Beck isn’t freaking out whatsoever. To live with that kind of confidence would make getting through life so much easier.
I wonder what it would be like, to not be constantly questioning everything. To not lie awake for hours, after Beck crept out of my room, and wonder what the hell happened. If having his dick in my hand went a long way toward breaking down some of the walls between us, what the hell will happen after I’ve had his cock in my mouth? Will we suddenly be best buds? That’s ridiculous.
My dick doesn’t seem to care though.
It doesn’t care if I like the guy or not, it just wants more.
And if that means sucking his cock … My dick twitches. Yeah, I’m down for that.
I’ve had those types of fantasies before, only I was imagining a different hockey player at the time. I wanted it back then, and Beck’s my chance to finally explore those questions about myself.
Before Beck can say anything to mess with my resolve, I drain my glass and nudge him forward. Feeling like I’ve lost my damn mind, I steer him toward the hall that leads to the bathrooms and has a door to a side alley.
Praying the door isn’t alarmed, I ease it open and when no sound rings out, I grab Beck and shove him through. He clearly hasn’t caught on by the time the door clicks closed and I push him against the wall. My knee slides between his legs.
“Couldn’t wait, huh, Topher?”
“Actually I really needed to shut you up.” I grab his face and press a hard kiss against his mouth that he quickly returns. And goddamn, the guy can kiss.
It occurs to me this is the first time I’ve kissed him and it not have been a total surprise. This time it was planned, this time I knew what was coming, and even though it was my call, it still catches me off guard. It’s like I forget exactly how good it is until his lips are back on mine, making me shake with need.
I groan and grab one of his legs to hitch up over my hip.
“Okay, how are you so damn strong?” he pants.
“Farm boy.” My lips find his neck, and he lets out that laugh he does when nothing is funny, but he’s too overwhelmed for any other reaction.
“Why the fuck is that so hot?”
“Because it tells you I’m good with my hands.”
We’re both hard as hell, but Beck’s eyes have already taken on a glazed look that’s beyond addictive, so I force myself back. I’m not about to do something as dumb as blow him in an alley, but seeing the effect I’ve had on him has me feeling a bit smug.
“See you inside.”
“What? What about …” He gestures to his erection.
“Maybe it’s time you learned how to work for something.”
I leave him there and make my way to the front to get back into the bar. Thankfully, my dick cooperates because the ache fades by the time I’m back at the table. It takes Beck longer, and the smile I’m wearing when he finally returns feels so similar to the one he’s usually giving me, I can’t help but laugh.
“Finally!” Cohen calls when he catches sight of Beck. “We thought you ran off to get out of buying. Another round, Captain!”
“Not captain yet,” he grumbles, but he turns and heads for the bar.
Cohen slides in next to me and taps his knuckles on the table. “How you doing?”
I eye him. “Fine, why?”
“The whole captain thing.” His voice turns serious for a moment. “I know you really wanted it. Hell, I was all set to vote for you too.”
“I appreciate that, but fair’s fair, I guess.”
He hums.
“What?”
“Well, I mean, you didn’t have to send me those photos. The fact you did proves you deserve that C on your jersey this season, but come on. Are you seriously telling me you’re that ethical? You can’t stand Beck. You had the upper hand.”
It’s clear Cohen has no clue what he’s caught on to, but the questioning is a bit too close to what’s happening to be comfortable. “It’s the catamount statue. Word would’ve got around fast. You all would have found out eventually.”
“True …”
I’m not convinced he believes me, but Beck returns before I can push it. He sets out the drinks, and when he gets to me, he hands over a Coke.