Page 130 of Cold as Ice

“Come here,” Mal begged. It had been beyond words, but the one thing he knew he still needed was to make Elliott feel good too.

“Don’t have to begme,” Elliott said softly and slid closer again, smearing the come pooling on Mal’s chest. But he didn’t give a shit. Fuck messiness. He just wanted Elliott’s dick.

And he got it, Elliott feeding it to him, until a minute later he tensed up and he was coming down Mal’s throat.

He swallowed, and if he hadn’t already been lying down, he’d have collapsed.

“One second,” Elliott said, breathless from his orgasm. “I got you, baby.”

Gently he pulled out the toy and tossing it down, collapsed onto Mal’s chest.

Apparently he didn’t give a shit about the mess, either. Of course, this was Elliott, so that was far less surprising.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

Mal because he wasn’t sure he had a single fucking word in his brain and Elliott probably because he knew that.

After all, he’d known to give Mal that experience. Surely he’d had his version of it.

Even though he was spent, Mal’s blood rose a little at the idea of getting to do thattoElliott. Of watching him unravel that way.

“You okay?” Elliott asked, nuzzling in closer, sliding a leg over Mal’s thigh. “Warm enough? Comfortable?”

“I’m . . .” Mal didn’t knowwhathe was. Only that he’d needed that. And somehow Elliott had known.

“Good, yeah?” Elliott propped an elbow onto Mal’s chest and the look in his green eyes was serene and satisfied. “Pretty incredible, isn’t it?”

“How did you know?”

Elliott somehow knew that Mal meant the question to mean,how did you know I needed exactly that?and not,how did you know how to do that?

’Cause frankly he didn’t give a shit who’d shared Elliott’s bed before this. He was here now, and if he was very, very lucky he wouldn’t ever get kicked out of it.

“Every time your dad comes up, your shoulders tense. Even mentioning him makes you tense.” Elliott sighed. “I knew seeing him would be worse. I just wanted to melt you down a little, after.”

“Thank you,” Mal said, pressing a kiss to Elliott’s palm. “Fuck. I didn’t even know that was what I needed. But I did. Promise me something?”

“Anything.” Elliott’s tone was deceptively casual, but Malcolm could see how earnest he was. That hemeantit.

“Melt me every time I need it?”

It was hard to ask, but Mal knew it would’ve been harder to ask if Elliott wasn’t the man he was.

“Always,” Elliott said and relaxed back into his chest.

He didn’t need to say it was a promise, because Mal felt it in every molecule.

Chapter 17

“Your phone isn’t magicallygoing to show you whatever it is you’re looking for,” Jane said, amused, as she stirred her coffee, spoon clanking against the side of the cheap ceramic mug.

They were enjoying their standing Tuesday brunch at Jimmy’s, but Mal knew he was distracted and that his heart wasn’t in it.

Because it was breaking over this whole situation with Elliott.

“I know,” Mal said with a sigh, setting his coffee down on the tabletop reluctantly. “I just wish I’d heard from Dr. Bricker by now. Coach keeps making noise that he can’t keep Elliott on the team much longer, even with some of the questionable details of the test.”

“I need something from the department,” Coach had said apologetically just last night. “Or else he’s off the team by the end of the week. Before this weekend’s games.”

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