Page 47 of Trade Deadline

“Me too. Thank you for a great evening.”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously, glancing out the window and then back at me again. “Can I see you when I get back from my road trip?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Good, good.” He nods several times, like he’s reassuring himself. “Can I text you while I’m away, too?”

A breathy laugh escapes me. I’m loving his awkwardness. It’s so unlike how he’s perceived by the world.

“Yeah, you can talk to me whenever you like.” I lean in. “In fact, I would be upset if I didn’t hear from you. I’ve grown used to your cheesy pick-up lines.”

When I’m an inch away from him, I stare into those gorgeous eyes, and my skin buzzes from the anticipation that's been building all night.

“Maybe we could even FaceTime, obviously when you’re alone,” I whisper.

A low growl reverberates from the depths of his chest, his nostrils flaring. His eyes drop to my mouth as I run my tongue along my bottom lip in a slow, teasing sweep, knowing it drives him wild.

I’m rewarded when it gets the reaction out of him that I was hoping for. His large hand grips the back of my head, pulling me to him, causing a bolt of desire to shoot through me. Blaine swallows my moan, our mouths crashing together in a hot, frantic kiss, pent-up sexual tension burning like a wildfire with every glide of his tongue.

Exploring.

Claiming.

He tastes like beer, tacos, and pure want.

I could get addicted to his kisses. They are absolutely intoxicating.

The hard planes of muscle beneath the soft fabric of his shirt feel delicious under my hands, and I want to explore him with my mouth. I wouldn’t be surprised if the zipper of my jeans leaves indents on my shaft from how hard I am right now.

We’re both gasping for air when we pull apart, pressing our foreheads together. His lips are swollen, and I can’t help but drop my eyes to his lap, letting out a whimper when I see the outline of his hard cock bulging in his pants. As I move to touch him, he stops me.

“I want to do this properly, Alex. I want to date you, seduce you, treat you like the bright star that you are. I might not be any good at it, but you make me wanna try.” His voice is deep and strained, like he’s barely holding on. “But I need you to do something for me.”

I give a shaky nod. At this point, I’d do anything he asked.

“I need you to go inside and get into your bed, completely naked. I want you to think of me while you touch yourself, and I want you to moan my name when you come,” he demands. “And I want you to know that the next time you moan my name, it’ll be because I’m so deep inside you, you won’t know what fucking planet you’re on.”

I can’t stop the rush of breath that escapes me. I press a hand down on my crotch, hoping that I can at least make it into my room before I explode.

I give him a small nod. “Okay,” comes out in a whispered breath.

I steal one final kiss from those luscious lips, say my goodbyes, and head toward my house. Once inside, I quickly lock the door and head straight to my room. Thankfully, my brother is fast asleep, but I still slide the latch on my bedroom door because I don’t want anything interrupting me.

I do as he instructed, stripping out of my clothes and climbing into bed with shaky limbs. Taking my cock in hand, I stroke it, twisting my palm over the sensitive head as I imagine him thrusting deep inside me. It only takes a few pumps of my fist for my release to hit. My balls draw up tight, and his name comes out in a hushed moan as I spill over my hand and onto my stomach.

While I lay there, trying to regulate my breathing, I realize that I might be fucked already.

Because Blaine Olsen might be trouble, but he might be the best kind of trouble.

Fifteen

Blaine

I’ve never been annoyedto see the team jet before.

Even though I dislike some aspects of road trip games, I’m usually filled with excitement over being able to play hockey and having the chance to hook up with new people in a different city.

My favorite duo for many years has always been hockey and hook-ups.

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