Page 96 of The Shots You Take

Riley ran a hand down Adam’s right side. “You’re so sexy, Shep. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

Adam tipped his head back as Riley kissed along his jaw. “You know,” he said breathlessly, “I like it when you call me Adam.”

Riley paused. “Yeah?”

“Everyone calls me Shep. Everyone from hockey, anyway. Adam sounds…special. At least when you say it.”

“Adam,” Riley said, then began kissing Adam’s throat. “Call me Riles.”

“But you said—”

“Forget what I said. I like it. I hadn’t heard it in a long time, before you got here.”

That made Adam smile. “Riles,” he said, “take your shirt off.”

Riley did, and Adam’s mouth went dry. His chest was still broad and strong, and the hair there was as perfect as it had always been: dark and coppery, and heavier between his pecs. His waist was trim, possibly even more so than when he’d played hockey, and his arms were ridiculous.

He also had a tattoo of a ship on his right bicep. Like a sailor.

“You have a tattoo,” Adam said.

Riley touched it as if this was news to him. “Oh, that. Yeah, I was not sober when I got that.”

Adam leaned in to inspect it. It looked very old-school, a tall ship with sails—a frigate?—breaking through some waves. No color, just slightly faded black line art.

“Did you get this…at sea?” Adam teased.

“No. Shut up. I got it in Dallas. I missed Nova Scotia or something. Who knows.”

“Nova Scotia…two hundred years ago?”

“Would you shut the fuck up about it, please?” Riley’s voice was gruff, but he was smiling, and the combination made Adam very aroused.

“Aye, aye,” Adam said, then winked.

Riley stepped into him. “You’re such a dick,” he said, then kissed him like he was starving for it. They kissed like that for a long time, taking breaks only long enough to take a breathbefore catching each other’s eye and diving in again. It was like, now that they’d started, they’d never be able to stop kissing each other.

Eventually, Adam dipped his head to kiss and lick at Riley’s neck and to nuzzle his beard. Riley stroked his back, his touch light and curious, as if he was relearning Adam’s body. It felt electric.

Riley sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Adam into his lap. Adam straddled him as they kissed some more, and explored his chest with his hands, which Riley seemed to love. When Adam lightly pinched Riley’s left nipple, Riley sucked in a breath, and then laughed.

“Good?” Adam asked.

“Yeah. Fuck. Keep doing that.”

Adam did, kissing him and pinching his nipples until Riley was grinding up against him. Then Riley fell back on the mattress, and Adam followed him down. He started kissing Riley’s chest, capturing one stiff nipple between his teeth.

“Yes,” Riley said on an exhale. He rolled his hips again.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Adam rasped.

Riley let out a shaky laugh. “It feels too good.”

“I’m, uh. I’m pretty keyed up here,” Adam confessed. “It’s been a while.”

He only had a split second to see Riley’s smile before they crashed together again. They moaned into each other’s mouths as their hips found a rhythm.

“We should—fuck—I need to take my pants off, Adam.”

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