Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Trinsky snickered. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. If you’re too nice to me, everyone will wonder if there was an alien invasion or—”
“Christ, our D-man is a tad aggressive. He reminds me of—” Denny stepped to my right and did a double take, his eyes narrowing at my freshly watered look. “What happened to you?”
“Trinsky.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep a smile from blossoming out of nowhere. Mason noticed and pinched my arm as if reminding me to stick to the script. So I added, “Fucking asshole.”
Denny pulled a face and sighed. “You two are impossible. Don’t we have enough teenagers to deal with?”
I snarkily agreed that it was too bad Trinsky was immature. Trinsky thought it was sad that I had chronic “stick-in-the-mud-itis.” I told him he was ridiculous, to which he replied, “I know you are, but what am I?”
We went back and forth until I finally walked away in a faux huff. It was that or I’d burst out laughing and give us away. As it was, Denny was probably wondering how we’d lasted in the same building for so long.
Every coach and kid on that ice knew we didn’t get along. They no doubt assumed we were in the midst of another PR situation that required us to put up and shut up. And maybe that was sort of true. The rest was…well, it was ours.
“Are you as horny as me?”
That was his greeting as I dragged him into my foyer a few hours later. We stripped our clothes off in between soul-stirring twists of tongues and made our way upstairs. I didn’t bother with any niceties. If he wanted something to eat or drink, he’d have to wait. I had one thing on my mind…one thing only.
I tweaked his nipples and pushed him onto the mattress, diving on top of him. “So, so horny.”
Mason captured my face in his hands and kissed me hard. I melted in his arms and opened to him without a word. His fingers in my hair, his mouth on my jaw, his tongue trailing down my torso. Whatever he wanted was his. My cock, my ass, anything.
He bent my knees to my ears, crawled between my legs and licked my hole. I cried out in surprise and pleasure, surrendering to this thing we’d become. It wasn’t wrong. It was just…unexpected.
So when he moved inside me, claiming pieces of me I’d never given anyone, I didn’t panic or put up a fight. Quite the opposite. I held him close and let myself drift under the spell of him—the flex of his muscular abs pressed against my cock as he thrust…and thrust. We came seconds apart, Mason’s sweat dripping onto my brow, eyes locked on mine.
It wasn’t until we’d showered, redressed, and went downstairs to find something to eat that I realized how quiet we’d been during sex. We were usually pretty vocal and kind of nasty. Especially Trinsky. He loved pushing my buttons with porny dirty talk. The quiet had been poignant somehow.
And now, we were in my kitchen, polishing off sandwiches and potato chips, critiquing the skill levels of the new campers.
“The kid from Connecticut is good. He’s quick and agile. What’s his name?” Trinsky asked.
“Eli. He’s a little cocky.”
Trinsky scoffed. “What you call cocky is a lot of fucking bravado. Trust me, I know that story. What’s the deal with your goalie?”
“He’s struggling. I told Riley we need a goalie coach. He asked how we were getting along, by the way. Don’t be surprised if one of us gets reassigned.” I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and slid one across the island toward him.
He tipped his chin in thanks. “Good. You’re way too distracting for me. If they don’t move me, you need to complain. Trinsky is unprofessional, attention-seeking, or…just a filthy animal. Whatever you come up with, I support.”
“Why do you—hey, where’re you going?” I gathered our plates, furrowing my brows as Trinsky opened the sliding glass door onto the deck.
“Just exploring. Wow, nice yard.”
I left the dishes and followed him outside. “Thanks. Why do you want me to complain about you? Don’t you think we can handle being in the same rink a few hours a day?”
Trinsky tossed a casual grin over his shoulder and stepped to the railing. He took a long pull from the bottle and set it on the flat banister, searching my gaze. I had no idea what he was looking for.
“Jesus, Jakey. You have no idea what you do to me,” he said in a gravelly tone that went straight to my dick. “Today was a master class in acting, and I’m pretty good at it, but it’s different with you. If we stick to the current arrangement, they’ll figure out that I not only don’t hate you, but that I can’t keep my eyes off your ass in those sexy black joggers you always wear.”