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He moves up on his knees behind me, and there’s a feral glint in his eyes when our gazes lock. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath he takes.

“I need you to relax,” he whispers, gripping my hip with one hand as the other guides his cock to my hole.

I do, and he slowly slips inside. It’s nothing like the times I’ve been pegged. Zach is big, girthy, and long. It’s incredible. It’s the kind of pleasure I’ve never experienced, and I know I’ll never get enough of it. Of him.

The hair on his legs tickles the back of my thighs and the arousal coursing through me like a rapid wave only heighteningmy senses. He doesn’t move for a moment. I can hear his fast, heavy breathing, like it’s taking every ounce of willpower not to lose the steady grip on his control.

But I want him to lose it. I want him to let go. I want him to give me everything he’s ever wanted, so I can give it to him right back.

“I think this is the stage where you move,” I tease, squeezing my muscles around his cock, causing him to groan.

“I want to be gentle for your first time,” he admits with gritted teeth.

Both hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, no doubt leaving bruises.

“What if I don’t want you to be gentle, Zach? What if I want you to fuck me like you’re desperate for me? Starved for me, and the only way to make it right is to fuck me so good.”

He growls, and the sound that leaves his throat makes my cock throb.

After what feels like a lifetime, he moves. His hips snap, and my toes curl as my body lights up with arousal. The bed creaks under our weight, the sound of our skin slapping and his balls hitting my taint fills the room along with our joined moans.

I drop to the bed, my arms unable to hold me up any longer. Snaking a hand beneath my chest, I wrap my fist around my cock and thrust into my hand in time with the thrust of his hips.

“Carter,” he breathes. “I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, Zach. Fill me up.”

He blankets my back with his chest, holding his weight up with his elbows. I angle my head, feeling his hot breath against my cheek as the steady rhythm of his hips begins to falter just before he shudders. His cock pulses inside me as the heat of his release filling me triggers my own orgasm, and hot spurts of come land on the sheet.

We don’t move. I can feel his pounding heart against my back as we both work to try and catch our breath. I don’t know how much time has passed when he slowly slips his softening cock out and flops down on the bed beside me. I collapse onto the bed, not giving a shit about the pool of come I’m now lying in, and I turn my head to face him.

The look in his eyes is something I’ll never forget.

Pure, devoted love shines in his light blue eyes, and it’s directed at me.

“I love you,” I confess, sliding my hand across the bed to his and linking our pinkies together.

His eyes turn glassy, and my heart skyrockets when he says, “I love you too.”

I’ve loved Zach Reid since we were six years old, and it might have taken me twenty-three years to catch up, but I’m so glad I get to love him now.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Zach

We’re less than two weeks away until the start of the postseason, and tonight we’re facing off against Toronto. I haven’t heard from Brody since his trade, and I haven’t seen him since we played in New Jersey before the holidays. I would usually be a little cheerier about seeing my brother again, but this headache I’ve had since we played in Denver has put a damper on my mood. First I put it down to the altitude and the powerful tidal wave of endorphins that came from having sex with Carter, but it hasn’t eased up.

If anything, it’s progressively getting worse.

So, this morning I decided to skip out on the optional skate to play two-on-two soccer with some of the guys instead, then after I had lunch, I went home for my pregame nap and slept for longer than usual in hopes it would help.

It didn’t make a single bit of difference.

But am I going to tell anyone about it? Hell no. We’re about to head into the playoffs, and I’m not going to let it get the betterof me. I’ve played through injuries multiple times over the years, and this headache will be another one to add to the list.

I willnotlet my team down now.

The mood in the locker room is calm and collected as we get dressed ahead of warm-up. I have my headphones, listening to my pregame playlist as I lace up my skates. Occasionally, I close my eyes, willing the dull throb behind the back of my eyes to go away.

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