Page 69 of Spite Crush

“Well, come on then,” he said, slapping his thighs with both hands. “Giddy up.”

“Giddy up?” I lowered myself to straddle his hips, gripping both of our cocks in my hand and jerking us together with the remaining lube on my fingers. “Maybe let’s leave the talking to me.”

I lifted up once more, positioning his tip at my entrance before taking him in, lowering myself slowly, enjoying the burn of being stretched open by his cock as I made my way to his base.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, his eyes widening as he stared up at me.

“That’s better.” I squeezed my ass muscles around him, making him cry out in surprise, his fingers digging into my thighs as his back arched off the floor. “You like that?” I raised myself up and lowered myself again, slowly a few times, then a little faster, a little harder. “Or do you like that?”

I found a rhythm quickly that had both of us panting and moaning together, and I could already feel the tightening in my balls that had pleasure sparking up my nerves, but I wasn’t ready to finish yet, and I hoped he wasn’t either.

“Let me see it,” I begged him, my gaze drifting to the bandage on his chest.

“No,” he said firmly.

“I want to see it again.”

“I don’t trust you,” he admitted.

“I’m not going to touch it,” I promised him as I rolled my hips harder into him.

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” he said, reaching out to grab my cock in his fist as he bucked his hips up into me.

“Fuck!” I fell forward, slamming my palms onto the floor to catch myself. “That’s not fair.”

“Sit back up,” he whispered. As I did, he used his free hand to pull the bandage away. “It’s your turn to be a good boy.”

“I’ll be so good,” I promised him, rocking into him, taking him harder and deeper. “It’s beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

My gaze locked on the number thirteen, bold and raw. The physical proof of his love for me, hiscommitment to me, to us, emblazoned on his perfect skin.

Kellen’s hand tightened around my shaft as his breath hitched in his chest, puffing his ribs out, raising the tattoo a fraction of an inch closer to me and I cried out, my entire body spasming as I came. He flattened his palm over me, directing my release up my own chest and over his fingers as his cock jerked inside of me, flooding me with his own wet heat.

I lifted myself off of him, sliding over to collapse on the floor next to him.

He rolled onto his side, holding my gaze as he lifted his fingers to his lips and painted them with my cum before licking the fluid away.

“Jesus Christ,” I hissed as he repeated the motion, his perfect, pink tongue gliding slowly over his mouth. As hot as it was, I couldn’t keep my gaze from drifting back to his new tattoo. “A fewmonths?”

“At least,” he said, chuckling softly. “But I have plenty of other tattoos you can practice with until then.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” he promised me.

Outside, our worlds might be going to hell. But in here, laying on the cold marble tile next to Kellen…everything was absolutely perfect.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

~Zak~

I’d arrived at the arena early, hoping to avoid any crowds, or press, that might get into my head before the game. So when the guys starting filing into the locker room, I was already dressed for the game and eager to just face the music.

Over the course of the next hour, they all gave me space, yet each managed to come up to me privately to offer their support and their outrage at what had happened with Kellen’s bandmate.

As much as I wanted to win this game, their support meant more to me than any championship ever could.

As game time approached, Sutherland gave a heartwarming speech about teamwork and being proud of how far we’d come but reminding us that our work wasn’t done. He encouraged us to go out and win this game for our fans, for our hometown, and for ourselves.

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