Page 2 of Collisions and Decisions

“You know I’m a sex-worker at a sex club, right?”

I see he didn’t know when his eyebrows rise dramatically.

Sigh. I guess it was too good to be?—

“So?”

That’s not what I was expecting him to say, but it’s the perfect response.

“A lot of men don’t want to fuck whores unless they’re paying them.”

He tilts his head, and the intensity is back in his eyes. “Do you want me to pay you?” Fuck, what does he do to speak like that? The full-body goosebumps are only one of my body’s responses to his talking like he’s already thrusting into me.

My dick going from hard to throbbing is the most pressing one.

“No,” I whisper, and place my hand on his chest. I trace one of the buttons of his shirt lightly and when he shifts on his feet, I realize I’m having just as much of an effect on him. That’s what I like. “I don’t have a money kink, I have a sex kink. I love it, always, in all ways, but I just thought I’d let you know.”

“Then I’ll let you know that I’ve known I’m bisexual for about three years, and I’ve never done anything other than kiss a man.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yes, Xander. I want to kiss you.” He leans in, and puts his mouth so close to my ear that I feel his lips moving against it when he speaks. “And I want to do a lot more.” He bites my earlobe gently, and soothes the sting with his tongue. “So are you coming up to my room with me?”

“Okay,” I say, in a breathy moan.

“Let’s go, then.” The predatory smile is back when he straightens. And then he’s placing a hand on my lower back, one finger pressing to the top of my crease with surprising pressure. Damn, I’m so fucking ready for what’s about to happen.

TWO

WYATT “THE MILKMAN” PERRY

The elevator is pretty full,so I move us to a corner and place Xander in front of me, and then let both hands rest over his abdomen. He leans back, and the second his spectacular ass collides with my hard cock, we both twitch.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a one-night stand, but how can I resist having the most beautiful human I’ve ever met in my bed? I kept looking at him during dinner, trying to catch a moment when he didn’t look so damn enticing. That moment never came.

So I had to try, and now I’m getting my wish. I’m going into this with no more expectations than to have burn-the-sheets-hot sex with a man who knows all about male pleasure.

I can’t say that his experience isn’t a plus, it is, but his job is inconsequential to me.

I did a lot of research on sex-workers in Nevada when I was traded to the Pirates—I’m pretty sure every man who likes sex does the same when they travel to the city of sin—and I don’t think I’m in any type of physical danger with Xander. Drew seems like an awesome guy, and I know from experience awesome people attract awesome people.

I don’t know how far we’ll go tonight, if we’ll have anal or not, all I know is I need to see Xander naked and I want to make him come. If I happen to come as well, then I won’t complain at all. I’ve been thinking about being with a man since Bear arrived at Jules’ wedding brunch with Drew. I knew everyone was accepting at the Pirates, but it’s one thing to not make a fuss over your prejudices when it comes to the captain and most important player of the team, it’s another to keep quiet when more players start to come out.

When literally no one batted an eye at Bear saying he liked Drew, I knew it would be fine for me to come out as well.

Almost everyone gets off the elevator before us, which means I can spend more time than I thought rubbing myself against Xander’s ass and watching him try and control himself. I see him smile at the elderly couple who’s left with us, and it’s a genuine smile as far as I can tell. But my plan to make him crazy seems to have worked, when we finally arrive at the fifteenth floor and he grabs my hand with more force than I’d thought he had, and pulls me out of the elevator.

I chuckle lightly and he turns to mock glare at me. “What room number?”

“Just two doors this way.” I pull him to the left corridor.

“Thank God,” he groans.

I chuckle at his enthusiasm. It feels good to see so clearly how much he wants me. It’s been a while since I’ve wanted anyone this much. I don’t waste any time swiping the keycard to open the door, and as soon as it shuts behind me, Xander is jumping into my arms and attacking my mouth. It’s the best attack in the world.

I enjoy the way his stubble brushes against mine, I love the way his strong thighs hold onto my hips like a vice, and most of all, I take advantage of the easy access to his ass.

All hockey players have good asses—that’s just a given—but Xander’s is something else. It’s meaty and not all muscle, and each cheek is more than a handful.

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