Page 73 of Ice Dance Hockey

Lip mask softened lips plaster against mine and he never finishes that sentence. Fuck talking. Not when Rhett tastes so damn good. Fuck oxygen too. I’m not letting go of his mouth any time soon. His tongue slips softly past my teeth, much gentler than the tension still pulling his body taut as a guitar string.

A swoop sends a tumble of butterflies into my stomach and it’s natural for me to wrap my legs around his torso as he lifts me. My ankles cross behind him, and I wiggle my bare toes, never breaking our kiss, but hanging onto his thick neck like it’s the only thing tethering me to the world.

His hands are on my ass, squeezing, digging into the cheeks. The tips of his nimble fingers dip into the crease, and I moan into his mouth—quietly—thrusting my cock into his rock wall of abs.

“Please,” I breathe. I don’t know what I want him to do. Something, anything to my cock.

The shower turns off. Rhett, still in skates, uses his quick hockey feet to duck into one of the changing stalls. I’m still holding onto him for dear life. We smile together, sharing a ghost of a laugh. I don’t know why we’re hiding from Scott, but it’s become the new game.

“Logan, is that you?” Scott says.

Danger lurks in Rhett’s gaze, mischief sparkles in mine. I open my mouth …

“No, it’s Rhett,” he says, beating me to the punch. Bastard. I glare, warning him that he’d better not say what I know he’s gonna say.

At the same time, his fingers brush over my covered cock, and I bite my lip, concealing my moan as an exhale. I stop caring about what he’s going to say to Scott. I want more of that. If Rhett’s going to be an asshole, he should suck my dick for my troubles. I use my eyes to point to the hard bulge under my skate pants.

His brows raise—oh really?—and I nod. Slowly and quietly, Rhett lets me sink onto the hard wooden bench against the wall of the changing stall.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” Rhett says as he gets to his knees. Fucking hell. Rhett Elkington is on his knees for me. “My boyfriend’s body is not a free-for-all.”

I whack his shoulder as he smirks without shame. Then he lifts my foot—the one still wearing the skate—over his shoulder.

“Dude, what are you doing in there?”

“Meditation ritual.”

I’m forced to hide my laugh into Rhett’s neck. It’s warm and cozy here. It’s also very suckable. My lips attach to the prominent collarbone of their own accord, and he inhales a careful breath.

“That … helps?” Scott asks.

“Go look at my stats and see for yourself.” Rhett maneuvers my mouth away from his neck with two thick fingers under my chin.Are you sure?he mouths.

I nod. I’m fucking certain that if he doesn’t get his pouty mouth on my cock, I’m gonna implode.

He presses a kiss to my lips, and I smile against them.

“Whatever. Anyway, I thought you two were open. Logan said?—”

“Logan is a fucking brat.Myfucking brat,” he says, reaching under the elastic of my pants and boxers to pull out my raging hard-on. “You want to play with him, you go through me. I didn’t say you could touch him like that, yet.”

Controlling asshole prick! I’m not his to control.

Do I wanna be his to control? Maybe. A little bit.

He swallows down my cock, and with it all the vitriol I was going to spout at him. My hands look for something to hang onto, but there’s nothing except him and I refuse to touch him. But I’m hornier than I am mad so his mouth can keep doing what it’s doing. Instead, my palm whacks against the stall wall.

“You okay in there, Rhett?”

Rhett’s mouth pops off my dick. I’m gonna kill Scott for talking. Can’t he shut the fuck up? Rhett’s busy.

“Fine,” Rhett says. He strokes my cock, thick with his saliva. Fireworks shoot into my belly.

“Well, Logan said he was down, so should I call you? How does it work?”

“I don’t need you planning my dates for me, Elkington,” I whisper hiss into his ear with all the implications of the murder I’m going to commit if he dares.

He strokes me harder in response and I’m too much at the mercy of my dick right now to do what I should do, push him off me. I’m getting an orgasm as payment for his dickery.

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