Page 89 of Trade Deadline

“Blaine!” I gasp.

Our eyes lock, and I trace my fingertips over his stretched lips, over his cheekbone, and push away the hair that’s fallen on his face. My body begins to tremble from the pleasurable onslaught, my balls drawing up tight, and Blaine’s name echoes through the otherwise silent room on a moan. My release hits the back of his throat, and he swallows every last drop.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, lazily licking the remnants of my come from the head of my cock. “My favorite kind of breakfast.”

When he stands to full height, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close and holding me as I regain my composure.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you,” he whispers. “I don’t wanna go to this team-building thing, and I don’t wanna go on the road. I wanna spend every minute of every day with you.”

I press kisses to his lips, letting him know without words that I feel the same, even though it terrifies me.

Twenty-Eight

Blaine

There are aroundtwenty of us gathered in a conference room, each wearing a slightly concerned expression.

“Do you know what this is about?” I ask Ethan.

He shakes his head. “No, I asked Colleen, but she’s being very tight-lipped about it. All she said was that it's going to be fun.”

I narrow my eyes. “Fun for Colleen could be anything.”

Hell, we could be going shopping for all we know.

His lips twitch, fighting off the laugh that I know he’s holding back. “Let's just wait and see, eh?”

We received an email last week from the Thunder PR team stating that we’d be filming a segment for the ‘Off the Ice’ series on the team’s YouTube channel, and to ensure we wear comfortable team attire, but that was it. There was no information on what it was, where it would be, or what we would be doing. Just what to wear and to be in this conference room after morning skate.

We’re heading off on a five-day road trip tomorrow, so the last thing any of us want to do is spend more time away from our loved ones.

Hell, I’ve never grumbled about that before…

“Hey, boys. Thanks for coming today.” Colleen smiles, walking to the front of the room holding a clipboard. “You’re probably wondering why you’re all here today. We wanted to do something fun for the holidays, so the latest segment we’re doing for the channel is an escape room!” Colleen grins evilly as we all let out collective groans. “You’re going to be split into four teams of five and the first team to escape the room in the fastest time, wins.”

Elliot raises his hand like a pre-schooler. “But what do we get if we win?”

Several guys nod, muttering their agreement.

“Yeah, I wanna know the prize before I agree to do it. I don’t wanna be locked in a fucking room with four of these dickheads for a shit prize.” Petford grumbles under his breath.

I roll my eyes.

Can’t the dude be fucking nice for once?

“The team that wins will get to choose the team mascot…”

There’s a moment of silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, before a chorus of shocked gasps.

“We’re getting a team dog?” Elliot asks.

Colleen laughs and nods. “Yes! So whoever wins will have the honor of choosing which dog from the rescue center will become the Thunder mascot.”

“It’s fucking on!” I rub my hands together excitedly, like a happy otter.

“I wanna choose the dog!” Mitch whines.

“I better fucking win!” Elliot grins over at me, bouncing on his toes.

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