Page 128 of Ice Dance Hockey

He takes off his boxers and I remember. Rhett’s dick needs its own postal code. It oozes precum.

“Don’t look at that, look at me.”

Gripping under the hem of my T-shirt, he pulls it over my head and pops it off. It’s not hard to keep focused on him. Nothing else could capture my attention if it tried.

* * *

“I’m going to use this,” he says, holding up a jar of coconut oil. “It stays nice and liquid at these temperatures.”

Yeah, it’s a lot hotter in Maui than it is in Vancouver. Though we did leave in the middle of a hot spell.

“Oh, God. I know you’re trying to be careful and shit, but don’t explain, just do.”

“I just wanted you to know that coconut oil is acceptable as lube—better than the manufactured kind.”

“That’s sweet, gorilla, but I don’t want this turning into an anatomy lesson. I know how this works, and I trust you.”

He blinks and licks his lips. “You trust me?”

Right. I said I’d probably never trust him again. I meant it when I said it. At the time, I couldn’t fathom that we’d get to this place, and for reasons I may never be able to explain, I trust him as much as I do Merc and Jack.

“I do, so don’t fuck it up, Elkington.”

Rhett lights up like the ice on competition night. “I’d kick my own ass. Lie down.”

Taking a generous portion, he glides the warm oil over my cock and under my balls. A lone finger twists inside, coating me with coconut lube. He finds the spot in me quickly, the one that makes me cry out when he massages it. “That’s it, cry for me. I want your voice hoarse by the time I’m done with you.”

Of course, Rhett goes from zero to sixty.

“More, gimme more, baby.” One isn’t enough. I turn into a live wire of need on his fingers, and I forget where the hell I am until soft lips press into the crook of my neck. The screams fall off my lips, rubbing my throat raw.

“That’s it. Let go. Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful and all fucking mine.” He sucks my collarbone hard—possessive bastard—his favorite place to mark his territory.

Rhett’s the safest place I’ll ever be and that’s why I can let go. He can mark me all he wants. I am all fucking his, and the world can know it.

* * *

Strong wet fingers wrap around my ankles and yank until I collide with Rhett’s slippery body. We’re seated on the bed, our legs wrapped around each other. And just like that we’re back to zero. I pant against his shoulder, halfway ruined from his fingers alone. I feel so fucking empty and if he doesn’t hurry it up, I’m going to find a way to pin him down and sit on his cock.

“Is this a pregame intermission?” I rasp, my voice definitely hoarse from what Rhett’s fingers did to my insides.

“No,” he says, combing hair away from my face. “I only get one first time. I want it to last forever.”

“First time?” I don’t want to say it, but I know he’s had loads of sex with people who weren’t me.

“Our first time. We only get to have it once.”

“It’ll never happen at this rate.” But a broad smile breaks across my face, and I fill with the kind of prickly tingles I hoped I would the first time I was with a man.

His mouth finds mine and he kisses me slowly. I let him have me without a fight. I’ve fought him every step of the way and I won’t stop giving him hell, but tonight he gets to have me. We inhale together and I paw at his torso until my hands find his neck where I love hanging on for dear life.

Rhett’s been a whirlwind since this fiasco began and I don’t feel like I’ve caught up. I might never catch up to life with him.

My hard cock presses into his at the same time he trails kisses down the sensitive shell of my ear. A sinful shiver goes straight to my groin, inspiring my teeth to nip at his neck.

“I’m going to have more teeth marks after this,” he says as if stating the inevitable.

“You are mine after all,” I point out. In other words, I’ll bite him as much as I want to.

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