Page 50 of Power Forward

I’m glad it was fun watching it because it didn’t feel fun playing it. We’re just leaving the arena now, should be there in ten mins. I’ll text you my room number as soon as I have the key.

I can’t wait to see you, too. Hope you slept well last night because I plan on devouring you all night.

We’re in the hotel lobby in less than ten minutes. Something warm fills my chest when I see Blaine and Elliot head toward the elevators with their bags in hand. Blaine has his free arm wrapped around Elliot’s shoulders, their heads tucked close together as they disappear. Hopefully, our goalie won’t be beating himself up too badly, especially with his twin taking the time to spend the night with him.

I accept the paper card slip with the key inside from our travel coordinator with a quick thanks and make a beeline for the elevator. I hit the call button, then take my phone out of my pocket to text Hayden.

Room 497. Everyone is in the lobby so give it ten, unless there’s another way via the bar?

Hayden

There is. See you soon. Keep your suit on. I’ve been dreaming about undressing you again for fourteen years.

The elevator ride up to the fourth floor seems to take an eternity, and when the doors finally ping open, I’m practically jogging to my room. I scan the key card and push open the door as soon as the little green light flashes. Dumping my bag near the desk, I quickly unzip it to find my toiletry bag and head into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Then like a creeper, I stand by the door and peer through the peephole. My pulse increases at the sound of footsteps, andthe moment Hayden appears, I swing open the door before he can raise his hand to knock.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but before he can say anything, I pull him inside. The door closes behind him, and then I curve my hand around his neck and slant my mouth over his. He stumbles back against the door, dropping his bag at his feet, and wraps his arms around my waist. His hands smooth over my dress shirt at the base of my spine, then travel up, stopping between my shoulder blades. I slide my tongue into his mouth, tasting the hint of whiskey.

My cock is a steel pipe pressing against my zipper when he pulls away, breathing heavily. I duck my head, nipping and sucking along the column of his neck as my hands travel up into his hair.

“Mm,” he murmurs, tilting his head back to grant me better access. “This is the kinda hello I can get behind.”

I lift my head and steal another kiss from his swollen lips.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he whispers. “Great game tonight.”

“Thanks.” I smooth my hands down from his head and down his chest. He’s wearing an impeccable navy blue three-piece suit and white shirt. I flick the buttons open on his waistcoat, then start on his shirt.

He leads me backward into the room, a wicked grin on his face. The back of my knees hit the bed, and I drop down to sit. I undo the final button and spread his shirt open, revealing inches of smooth, inked skin. Leaning forward, I press an open-mouthed kiss just below his belly button, then kiss a path up toward his nipples. I flick my tongue over one brown disc, smirking against his warm skin when he shivers, and then I move to the other one. The sound of his soft gaspcauses my cock to throb more. He cradles my head with both hands, fingers tangling into the strands on the back of my scalp.

I graze my teeth over his nipple, and he moans.

“Fuck, Jax.”

I push off his jacket, tossing it on the nearby chair, then slip off his waistcoat and shirt. I’m about to make a move on his belt when he stops me with both hands on my wrists.

“Hey, slow down.” He chuckles softly, looking down at me with so much affection in his eyes it makes my chest ache.

“I’m sorry, I’m just… I’ve been dying to get my hands on you. Being under the same roof as you, sleeping on the other side of the wall to you and not being able to touch you, has been a torture I never knew existed.”

He smiles and leans down to kiss me.

“I know, but there’s something I need to tell you before we carry on.” He swallows roughly. “Because it might change your mind about me.”

My brows furrow in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He sucks in a deep breath, and that’s when I see it. He’s nervous. Whatever it is he’s about to tell me has most likely been eating at him, and here’s me ripping off his clothes like an unhinged animal.

“What is it, Cas?” I whisper, feeling my own anxiety beginning to spike.

“The medication I’m on… it has some side effects.”

“Okay… I mean, I’m not going to change my mind about you because you’re on medication?”

He worries his bottom lip between his teeth. “I… How doI put this… I don’t perform as well as I used to, and I understand if that makes you rethink all of this.”

It takes a while for his words to fully sink in on what he’s trying to say.

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