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This wasn’t the slow sensual, sex we’d had before. My body slapped against his, while he arched his back, abs tensing as he angled himself so I hit the right spot with each thrust. His eyes were shut, head back against the pillow and God, it was a sight. I wanted that picture etched in my mind forever, anything to capture that masculine body begging for mine. His dick twitched with every hit of his prostate, the tendons of his neck straining against his pleasure. With each drop of pre come that fell onto his stomach, I felt my need to burst. But I needed this to last. I dug my fingers into his hips hard enough to bruise.

He loved it.

I smoothed my hands over his skin, over those rippling muscles in his groin. My thumb curved in on his pelvis, up to where his cock was glistening. With my thumb, I stroked a bit of the clear liquid away and brought it to my mouth. I groaned as his taste exploded on my tongue.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I have ever seen.” The gravel in his voice had my eyes meeting his, pupils so blown that you could no longer see his irises. I slowly swept my thumb over the sensitive curve of his dick, as I pumped relentlessly into him. He threw his head back again and I was losing it. I thanked God when I felt him swelling in my hand, the combination of that and the abuse of his prostate making him soar to the edge. Every muscle bunched, his hands gripping the sheets so hard I wondered if they would rip. He cried out when he came, sweet liquid bursting between my fingers as it spurted over his chest. His whole body rippled with his orgasm. I had never seen someone come so hard. And I followed right behind.

There was no doubt someone would have heard the noise that left me. My vision whited out and my legs buckled. Tyler’s strong arms grabbed me, pulling me onto his chest. I didn’t care that it was wet and sticky. In fact, I kind of loved it. My head curved into the crook of his neck, my breaths shaky with the aftershocks wracking my body. I was well on my way to sleep, but the fear of being alone when I woke up stopped it from taking over.

It was my turn to beg. “Don’t go. Please. Don’t be gone in the morning.”

Large hands traced lazy shapes over my skin. “I’ll stay,” he whispered. “Just this once.”

With that knowledge alone, I fell into a peaceful sleep. One that had me wondering if I could somehow formulate a way to get this kind of comfort when he was gone. Something to keep the nightmares away.

Chapter eighteen

Tyler

Ihesitated to open my eyes. I was lost in the rhythmic beat of Hunter’s heart and the rise and fall of his warm chest. The feel of this solid, muscular guy holding onto me had every fiber of my being urging me to stay in that moment. I let myself relax in his embrace, blissfully unaware of the tension quietly building within me. Sure, I could blame it on alcohol, but I’d just be lying to myself.

It wasn’t about being with a guy anymore; nothing had ever felt more right in my mind. I didn’t have a single doubt about my actions last night. The real source of my unease was the stark reality of my life—Mum, my brother. I needed this dream of making it to the NHL to make all the sacrifices worthwhile. And that meant steering clear of complications.

Enter Hunter Graves: the colossal complication I never saw coming.

He is your teammate. You’re fucking your teammate.

Yet, I couldn’t muster the willpower to pull away from him. His scent, the warmth, and the steady thump of his heartbeat created a potent mix that induced something foreign in me: serenity. Something I hadn’t experienced in… a long time.

“Your thoughts are loud, baby,” Hunter’s deep voice groaned, his arms tightening around me as if he could hug away the rush of thoughts. I sighed, reality seeping back in. Lifting my head, I rested my chin on his chest, meeting sleepy amber eyes. They held a softness I hadn’t noticed before, though something still lingered around the edges.

Sighing again, I hoped he’d forget about the cacophony of thoughts that threatened to disrupt the tranquil atmosphere around us. His fingers found a stray strand of hair falling across my face, the brush of his skin against mine sending tingles over my body. Resisting the urge to lean into his touch, I marveled as his fingers adjusted the strand, subtly tracing the contours of my face.

My breath hitched in my throat as his fingers moved across my chin, ghosting over my adam’s apple. “Beautiful,” he mumbled.

That was it. In that moment, everything outside our little cocoon faded away.

I took a deep breath, leaning into the way my chest fluttered. A jumble of thoughts raced through my mind, the urge to reciprocate his compliment hanging heavy. He was more than just beautiful with that strong jawline, tousled hair and those eyes that shifted through an array of colors. When he let his guard down, they turned golden, a reminder of the summer sun kissing the ocean back home.

Ink swirled over his arm, painting pictures over the ivory skin that trailed over his shoulder and across his chest. He surpassed anything I could have conjured up in my head, more than anything I’d ever let myself fantasize about. Yet there he was, looking at me like that—like I was so much more than just a casual hookup.

I sensed a subtle reaction beneath me, a twitch of excitement, as his finger traced down my neck, gliding over my chest to follow the words inked there. The question lingered in his eyes, but he didn’t say a word.

“One more time?” His breath fanned over my lips. I was so swept up in him, so stuck in a trance that I didn’t see him lean in until he was right there, lips brushing mine.

My body acted of its own accord, my leaning in until our lips brushed. Like he always did, he knew exactly what I wanted. He rolled on top of me, kissing me slowly and savoring every inch of my skin. He prepared me—almost lovingly. I simply watched as he did it, mouth slack, vision hazy as I gave myself just one more selfish moment. He filled me, moving in that way that hit me just right, his lips grazing mine with each thrust. Pleasure zapped through my body, intensified by the lingering sensitivity from the night before. My hands tangled in the longer strands of his hair, desperate to hold onto the moment for a little bit longer.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t hold it. I want to… it feels too good.”

But I was right there with him. I let myself go, fighting back a rush of emotion that had tears burning my eyes. As if they knew this would be the end. He rested his forehead against mine as I came, groaning as he followed me over the edge.

Our breaths were heavy as they tickled over each other’s lips, too scared to part—too scared to put words to how we were feeling. At least, what I thought he was feeling. If it was even half of what I was feeling, this was way more than one more time.

My phone buzzed beside the bed, pulling us from the moment. Hunter sighed, pulling out of me, and kissing my cheek tenderly. He handed me my phone as he left for the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up.

I didn’t look at the screen. Instead, I looked to the ceiling as if it would give me some answers. Soft, silent tears rolled down the side of my face. I hit the bed with my fists before rolling to the edge, feet cold on the wooden floor. I rested my arms on my naked knees and looked at the text.

CAL: Hey bestie—coffee, my treat, obviously. I won’t take no for an answer.

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