Page 55 of Off Season

Fuck. The stupid organ in my chest swells at his earnest expression. I lean down, pressing my lips to his in a sweet kiss. “You’re wonderful, you know that?”

“Well,” he drawls with a teasing grin. “I have my moments, but I’m not opposed to hearing it coming from you.”

I wrap my arms around his waist, reaching around as I slip my tongue into his mouth and swallow his soft moan as I squeeze the delicious globes of his ass.

“Ethan,” Jacob says in a hushed tone against my mouth. I raise my head slightly, trailing kisses down the column of his throat. “You’re being a barbarian in front of Jason.”

I chuckle quietly into his neck. I glance up at the marble statue and give a small nod. “I do apologize, Sir.” I turn back to Jacob. “Maybe the big cock myth is right because I do have a gluttonous appetite when it comes to you—and very little self-control.”

Jacob bites down on his bottom lip, smoothing his hand up my chest. “You’re insatiable, and I love it.”

I tug his lip between my teeth. “How soon can we get out of here, then?”

Jacob props his head on his fist, the index finger of his other hand tracing the lines of the tattoos on my arm. His cheeksare flushed pink from his recent orgasm. Dark blond hair damp with sweat.

We should probably take a shower, but I’m too worn out to move.

When we left the museum, we visited Harrods before working our way through various bakeries in Soho and Covent Garden. By the time we returned to the hotel, I was on such a sugar rush that I needed a nap, but it was worth every second.

Watching Jacob get so inspired by the different delicacies we tried, I knew I would break my diet every day to watch the way his face lit up the way it did.

After we napped together, we ordered room service, then devoured each other for dessert. Since that night of the wedding, I’ve become ravenous for him.

Starved.

And no matter how many times I taste him or fuck him, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of Jacob. I wasn’t kidding in the museum earlier when I said I have a gluttonous appetite when it comes to him.

“Have you ever lost any of your teeth?”

I turn my head on the pillow to look at him, confused. “Don’t they do pillow talk in those sexy books you read, J?”

His mouth gapes. “You’ve been reading my books?”

“I haven’t read them, no.” I give him a wry grin. “But I may have flicked through some pages. I’ve gotta admit, no wonder you’re a little firecracker.”

He left one of his books on the kitchen counter the other day, and curiosity got the better of me. It was safe to say I was hard within a few pages, my mind replacing the two guys on the page with Jacob and myself. It had me slappingthe book closed and hunting him down so I could make it real.

He ghosts his hand down my chest to where my soft cock rests against my thigh. He cups his hand around me and gives my junk a gentle squeeze.

I hiss between clenched teeth. “You need to give me time to recover. I’m ten years older than you, remember?”

“Mmm,” he lazily agrees, leaning in to nip my chin. “And aged like a fine wine.”

I choke out a laugh. “Okay, enough of that.” I roll over onto my side and slip my arm around his waist, pinching his ass. “I’ve lost my three front teeth,” I admit, baring my teeth and pointing to the ones in question.

His brows shoot up. “How did that happen?”

“I took a puck to the face.”

“Oh my god,” he gasps, his hand cupping my jaw. “Aren’t you scared they’ll come out again?”

“I have a flipper, so they just pop out. I lost the first one in the juniors. Then in my second year with the Thunder, I took a slap shot to the face and lost another two. I figured there was no point in getting them fixed until I retire in case it happened again.”

“How come I’ve never noticed this?”

“Because I don’t take it out around you.” I huff a laugh. “It’s not the most attractive thing, J.”

Jacob’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Let me see.”

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