Page 106 of Trade Deadline

“Every now and again it does, but we gotta keep in mind the game is going to test your character sometimes, and it'll test your pride. You can’t go into the next feeling embarrassed or pissed that you lost one before you just gotta put it behind you and focus on winning it.”

“That’s very sensible.” He smiles.

“Did you watch it?”

“Yeah, I did. I had it on my laptop while I was finishing up an order. I just like hearing your side of it.”

“I dedicated my goal to you.” I give him a quick glance, waiting for that blush to hit his cheeks, and I’m rewarded a second later when he dips his head, hiding his smile behind his scarf.

The light changes to green, and I hit the gas, eager to get home and help my man unwind.

Inside my apartment, he takes his duffel bag to my room, and when he reappears, he’s wearing a pair of my sweatpants and a hoodie.

I grin. I fucking love seeing him in my clothes.

He walks over to where I’m sitting on the couch, browsing through the takeout selection on my phone, and sits down beside me.

“Made yourself comfy, I see.” I tease.

He smirks, putting his legs over my lap and curling into my side, resting his head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around him, pulling him in close, and take a deep inhale of his hair, feeling all the tension disappear.

I’m addicted to him.

To his taste.

His smell.

His smile.

Everything that makes him, him.

Tilting his head up, I cup his jaw in my hand, and our lips connect in the sweetest kiss.

His hand rests on my thigh, his fingertips curling into the hard muscle as our tongues become reacquainted. His low mewls and gasps between kisses cause my cock to become a steel rod in my pants.

I can’t get enough, and soon kissing isn’t enough anymore.

His knees land on either side of my hips as I tug him onto my lap, and I cup the peachy globes of his ass, massaging and kneading the firm cheeks.

We’re a mix of tongues colliding with frenzied strokes and heavy breaths.

He rolls his hips, and the friction of his cock brushing against mine makes me lose my mind.

“Fuck,” I murmur against his lips. “Food can wait; I can’t.”

Alex sits upright in my lap, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it on the floor before doing the same with his own. He then stands and pulls his—my—sweatpants down, revealing his hard, leaking cock.

I lean forward to take him into my mouth, but his hand goes to my shoulder, halting me.

“Take off your pants.” He demands.

I smirk, loving this bossy tone of his.

When I don’t move, he raises a brow. “I’m waiting. Lose the pants, Blaine.”

I quickly peel myself out of my jeans, taking my boxer briefs with them, and then take my cock in my hand. Keeping my eyes on Alex, I twist my fist against the sensitive head as he drops to his knees between my legs.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he states. His hands roam up the front of my thighs, watching my abs ripple from my shaky exhale with fascinated eyes.

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