Page 113 of First Puck

The scouts had come, I signed a contract, and it was actually happening.

I was going to play for the Wranglers, and I was going to be with Alex.

They made a big show of it. Lots of photographs, smiling, and handshaking, all while Alex hung out in the background with the biggest smile I’d ever seen on him.

They even got me and Alex to pose together. They loved the story of Alex and I being best friends who worked hard to join the Wranglers together. They really couldn’t tell that I’d been fucking Alex every night, even when he looked so fucking thirsty he was the whole time we were there.

He wasn’t exactly the sunniest person in the world, but I’d never seen him so totally happy. All because of me.

Which meant I kept on him whenever we were alone because his smile made me so fucking horny, I could barely keep my dick down.

I mean, I basically leaped on him all the time, anyway. The only reason I hadn’t grabbed him and kissed him during the photoshoot was because he warned me not to. But it was so difficult keeping it a secret. I wanted to brag to everyone about how insanely in love we were.

Like, I just loved himsomuch. I couldn’t even say more than that. Alex had all these big words for how he felt, but I just crazy loved him and wanted to share how amazing it felt.

And we won the finals. It was a push, but we just managed it, and it cinched an NHL spot for another one of the guys on the team.

He nearly collapsed with relief, which obviously meant we all piled on him—which just made him actually collapse and made us cheer even louder.

But we’d all said our congratulations and we had our last practice of the semester before the year ended, and I was literally hopping from foot to foot waiting for Alex to get out of the showers. I made him go first because I knew if I followed him in there, I was going to fuck him.

We hadn’t done it in the showers before.

We were going back to our hometown for three weeks before we left to train with the Wranglers. The town probably wanted tohave a big celebration the same way they did for Alex, which was going to be awesome.

It felt kind of nuts that we were finally getting to live our dream while also beingtogether. It was the best feeling in the world.

I leaned against my locker, waiting for him, exchanging hugs and laughs and claps on the back from all the guys as we said even more goodbyes.

Normally I’d be one hundred percent in it, totally soaking up the praise. Of course, everyone was excited: I was just that amazing. But all I wanted was to see Alex’s smile and feel him moan under me.

The guys had all gone back to the house. There were still some stragglers getting ready for another night of partying, and I just caught Tommy storming off when Alex came around the corner, all nice and pink and fresh out of the shower. His long hair was damp, dripping onto his bare shoulders, his chest totally drool-worthy.

He gave me a shy look as he approached.

“Hi,” he said, all sultry as fuck, as he opened his locker, the thin metal door hiding us from the rest of the room. He peeked his head to the left, quickly searching the aisle, but no one was around to bother us. It was the perfect moment for him to drop forward and steal a sneaky kiss.

I instantly groaned against him, leaning in to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back before I could slam him against the lockers and rub his dick. He knew how carried away I got. If the guys saw us, they saw us, it wasn’t a big deal to me.

With his lips still inches from mine, he riled me up even more when his ‘sex face’ showed up. Heat in his eyes, a knowing smile grew on his lips as his chin dipped, and he looked up at me from under his oh-so-pretty eyelashes.

“Hi,” I replied, grinning back at him.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” He sighed and his shoulder knocked against the lockers as he rested against them, looking at me. “We actually made it happen.”

“We are going to be so awesome in the championships as well. The cameras are all going to be on you, especially with an ass like that.” I reached for him, but he grabbed my hand and gently eased me away with a warning look.

“I’m going to find so many first for us.” He promised. “The more places we go, the more firsts we can have. How does that sound?”

He was turning me on so fast. It wouldn’t take much to just tug him to me and kiss him silly right there.

“It doesn’t have to all be first times,” I said, lying through my teeth. “Though the first times are always the best,”

“Aren’t we meant to get better after the first time of anything?” he asked sheepishly. “For example, I think I’m better at blow jobs now that I can’t keep my tongue off your cock.”

My brain short-circuited, and I stared at him. He’d been getting bolder since we started dating, and it was such a turn on to hear my hulking boyfriend talk like that.

I was already basically hard, and about to drag him away to somewhere quieter where I could put it to good use, when a voice cut in behind us.

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