Page 31 of Iced Out

He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip and smirks. “Call it a lapse in judgment.”

Goddamnit.

I can’t help the glare I aim his way. “Still the best blowjob you’ve ever had if I had to bet my last dollar on it. I’d double down and say it was the hardest you’ve ever come too.”

His grin only widens. “The answer’s still no.”

Fucking hell.

Pushing off the wall, I close the distance between us until I’m standing right in front of him. My hands land on either side of his shoulders, flattening against the wall as I look him dead in the eye, and press in close enough so our thighs brush against each other.

That’s all it takes—that tiny bit of contact—to get the first waver in his resolve.

A sharp inhale causes his pecs to brush against mine, and even through the thin fabric of our shirts, the heat from his skin still sets my entire body on fire.

And in his eyes, I see it. Exactly what I’m feeling.

Want. Need. Desire.

Lust.

It’s all plain as day in those deep brown irises.

My voice comes out grated when I ask, “You sure about that?”

Oakley’s head sinks back against the wall behind him, and I catch the subtle shake of his head. But I also notice the thrumming pulse in his throat and feel his heart racing against my chest, both of which tell another story.

Then there’s the way his cock is thickening in his jeans against mine, and I’m pleased to find what he’s claiming is nothing but a lie.

Knowing he’s as affected by my proximity as I am by his is exhilarating. Intoxicating, even. It makes me want more.

More what? I’m not entirely sure.

More of his time? His attention? The look in his eyes he’s giving me right now?

Maybe just more of this feeling humming in my veins.

“Not even for the good of the team? To get to the Frozen Four? To hold that trophy over our heads and bring home a championship I know webothwant? Because that’s what’s at stake right now, Reed.”

His teeth sink into his pouty, pink lower lip, and damn if my dick doesn’t take notice too.

Calm the fuck down. He hasn’t said yes yet.

But those three letters are right there. I know it. They’re sitting on the tip of his damn tongue, so close, I can almost taste them.

If there’s anything Oakley and I can agree on, it’s that this team is one of the most important things in our lives. It might be for different reasons and we might have different goals down the line, but those things don’t matter right now. What we should be worried about is the next game. Then the one after. And each and every one until we’re holding that trophy over our heads.

Which is more than possible. The only thing needing to happen for us to get there is Oakley saying one simple word.

Yes.

I’m fucking sure of it.

I need to get him there. To see things from my point of view, and going off our track record, I’m gonna need every weapon in my arsenal to get through to him.

My tongue darts out, and Oakley’s eyes track it as I wet my lips.

Say yes, Reed. C’mon.

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