Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“What? You should. That would be fun. You need to get out more. I’ll go with you if you want.”
He frowns, and at first I think it’s because he’s surprised by my offer, but then I realize it’s because of the media storm we’d create if we were seen together. It’s something we talked about before, but I forgot. “I didn’t think that through.”
He shakes his head.
“You should still go.”
“We’ll see. He didn’t even pick a date yet. It was just a random conversation.” We’re quiet for a moment, and then Hayes says, “It doesn’t matter? That you’re bisexual and a professional hockey player?”
“It’ll always matter to some people, whether it’s in sports or not, but as a whole, it’s been okay. I get assholes saying shit online or once in a while at games, but mostly they forget I’m bi since I don’t date. And it probably helps that we’re in LA and Mads is bi, too.”
“He’s the blocker guy?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, he’s the goalie.”
“Were you nervous when you came out? Are there a lot of out players?”
“Not a lot, but a few, and I think there are always nerves coming out. Even if you know someone is accepting, it can be scary. Wasn’t it that way for you?”
“You’re right. It was. I couldn’t hide it as well as you can, but even though my brain knew my parents wouldn’t give a damn, my heart was too frightened to allow me to say the words the first time. I just figured it would be on an even bigger scale with you.”
I nod. “In some ways, yeah, but you know me, I’m balls to the wall in every aspect of my life. I’m not the type who can really hide who I am or how I feel.”
“I never would have thought,” he jokes.
I nudge him with my arm. “Be nice.”
“I’m super nice. Basically, the nicest.”
We’re quiet again, but it’s comfortable—at least on my side. “I’m proud of you for going and hanging out with them. I know it’s not easy. You’re kinda badass.”
He snorts, then covers his face with his hands as if embarrassed. I can’t hold back my laugh.
“Shut up!” He grabs a couch pillow and tries to playfully hit me with it. I fight over it, wrestling around. He uses his legs to try and push me away, and if I really wanted to, I could get the pillow away, but it’s fun to just play with him this way, to see him let loose.
We’re both laughing as we roll around, me maneuvering him on the couch so Hayes is on his back, me lying on top of him.
The laughter dies as I look down at him, feel him beneath me, see the small smile on his lips and the hunger in his eyes, mixed with the slight blush on his cheeks. Blood rushes toward my groin, Hayes breathing heavily. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“No I’m not.”
“You are to me,” I say, then roll my hips so my growing erection thrusts against him. He sucks in a sharp breath, and I lean down to take his mouth. He opens it for me, lets my tongue invade him, his hands going to my hips as we rut and move together.
Hayes tastes like mint, and I can’t help wondering if he sucked on one before coming over. Did he know we would end up like this? I can’t pretend I didn’t hope.
I pull my mouth away from his but keep moving my hips, our foreheads pressed together. “I want to fuck you. Want to lick and finger your hole until you’re begging for my cock.”
“Yes. Hell yes.” One of his hands moves to my nape. Hayes tugs me down so our mouths meet again, this time in a battle of tongues and touches. We’re moving together more frantically, the kiss hungry and urgent, as if we’ll lose our chance if we don’t take advantage right now.
He shoves a hand down the back of my shorts, cupping my ass and devouring my mouth. I still can’t get over how little sexual experience he has. I can’t believe no one has ignited this fire in him before, but now that I have, I want nothing more than to fan the flames, to make him feel good. And as much as I just want to go at him, I need to remember that he hasn’t been with anyone in a while, and it will be a whole hell of a lot of fun getting him ready.
I jump off him and stand.
“Where are you going?” he asks, but then I’m pulling him to his feet and tugging him through my living room. “Someone is in a hurry. Are you sure you don’t want to throw me over your shoulder and carry me?”
“Believe me, I thought about it, but I’m still a bit sore from the game and don’t want to hurt myself.”