Page 122 of Brace and Chase

THIRTY-FIVE

SWEETHEART

“We saidwe wouldn’t unless we had a day off,” I murmur against Nik’s insistent lips. We just arrived at my house after the late flight from Chicago, and as soon as we stepped into the room he attacked, and I was more than his willing victim.

“I don’t care,” he growls. “We couldn’t fuck at Beau’s place, so we’re fucking now.”

His words send a delicious thrill down my spine, but I have to try again...

“What if you’re sore tomorrow?” My voice sounds like a whine as he trails kisses down my throat.

“I’m a thirty-three-year-old hockey player, sweetheart,” he says with humor in every word. “I’m always sore, and I’m still the best.”

“You said—oh, God—you said I was the best,” I remind him while he keeps stroking my dick expertly.

“The best wouldn’t be making me beg for his dick in my ass.”

That does it.

I push him until he’s flat on his back and straddle his hips, kiss him until he’s breathless, then leave tiny bites on his torso, all the way down to his dick.

I get to work on loosening him up, quicker now since I know what I’m doing, and when he’s ready for me, I open the condom with my teeth and put it on in record time.

It’s been two weeks of blow jobs and hand jobs, and that’s more than enough, believe me, but there’s nothing like sinking balls deep into him and having him moaning and begging under me.

Nothing.

I don’t torture him like he does to me; I set an unrelenting pace right from the start.

“Get yourself there, Nik,” I growl, and I love how quickly he goes for his thick cock, how desperately fast his hand moves. As fast as my hips snap forward and back. I lift his legs until I can hook my arms under his knees and lift him just right so I hit that spot with every thrust.

“Charlie,” he whines in a way that tells me he’s almost there.

“Squeeze me tight, Nik. Make me come,” I command—something I’ve learned makes him go insane.

It’s fast and dirty, not strictly romantic, but it’s fucking perfect for us.

His mouth goes slack when jets of come spurt out ofhim and down his hand, and he tenses all around me, so tight I can barely move, but it’s the exact pressure I need to get myself over the edge with him.

“You love my hole,” he says without prompting, while I’m still inside him.

“I do,” I admit through a laugh.

And I love you, I add silently.

For now.

I’ll tell him eventually, I will.

We’reat the practice rink bright and early the next day—two hours earlier than anyone else since we missed yesterday’s practice. We know we have to make up for it today even if Laney didn’t explicitly say so.

We’ve been around for a while, though, and we know how this goes.

I realize how much I like working out with Nik in the gym. We spot each other and egg each other on while we’re on the bikes.

He makes little competitions while we’re at the weights, though I don’t know why I agree since he obviously wins every time. But it’s fun, so I don’t mind always having to blow him first when we get home.

Even though that means I’m hard and aching for way longer than him, since he always tortures me after he comes.

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