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Jesse’s hips rose and fell with every thrust and he shuddered, clenching around the toy. He wanted to come but a part of him was half-afraid that Connor would change his mind after and he wanted it to last.

When Connor sat back, Jesse whined in protest. Connor reached for the remote, urging, “C’mon. I wanna see you come.”

He pressed the button—increasing the intensity of everything—and, with a gasp, Jesse let go. His whole body went tight, cock and balls pulsing with the hard, rhythmic contractions of his orgasm.

He shot up onto his chest, struggling to pull in enough oxygen, feeling like he was turning inside out. The release went on and on, his body trembling, his dick and balls aching when he’d emptied them completely.

“Off,” he gasped. “Off, it’s …”

Connor fumbled with the button, everything going supernova intense until it abruptly stopped.

Jesse fell back against the pillows, thighs still trembling, dick twitching a little. His skin was sheened with sweat and when heshifted, he could feel the toy still inside him. It was almost too much but he liked that, so he lay there limply, waiting to see how Connor would react now that the heat of the moment had passed.

“Fuck.” Connor set the remote down. “Fuck. I … fuck, you were right.”

“Yeah?” Jesse gave him a lazy smile because shit did he feel good right now.

“Yeah.” Connor sat back on his heels. “Yeah, I was jealous. Yeah, I want you. Yeah, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since July.”

“Mmm.” Jesse straightened his legs, then wrapped them around Connor’s waist. It was kinda hot that he was still fully dressed. And hard …

Jesse licked his lips at the thought. He was definitely going to have to do something about that. “Well, I have great news for you then,” he said with a smug little smile.

Connor blinked. “What’s that?”

“You’re going to have the next nine months to fuck me as often as you want.”

“Nine months, huh?” Connor said. “You think we’ll make it to the playoffs?”

Jesse grinned and sat up, getting a fistful of Connor’s shirt. The one he’d been dying to rip off him all night. “With you leading the team and me in net, we’re going all the way, baby,” he murmured against Connor’s mouth.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Connor sighed shakily as he quietly closed Jesse’s door behind him. He could still feel Jesse’s lips against his, smell the scent of his body lingering in his nose.

After Jesse had come, after they’d kissed, Jesse had worked open Connor’s jeans and pulled his aching cock out. He’d slicked his hand with lube, rubbing and tugging at Connor’s dick until he came with a strangled moan all over Jesse’s already messy abs.

Connor’s entire body felt limp with relief now, head swimming at the thought of what they’d done. What he’d agreed to do going forward. Had he actually agreed to some weird, exclusive fuck-buddy relationship with his goaltender?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.What had he been thinking?

In the heat of the moment, it had made perfect sense. With jealousy swirling in Connor’s brain, his heart pounding in his chest, and his cock pressing insistently against the fly of his jeans, it had felt like the only solution.

The only way Connorwouldn’tlose his fucking mind this season. Because the thought of watching Jesse fuck everyone but him would have. He was sure of that.

But it presented plenty of other complications that he could hardly stand to think about.

This wasn’t how Connor ran his locker room, wasn’t how he lived his life. He was steady and predictable and he made careful decisions. He was structured and disciplined with his eye on the prize.

He wasn’t reckless or impulsive. That was Jesse, not him. But apparently Jesse had been rubbing off on him.

Connor let out a strangled little noise. Fuck, they’d done a lot more than rub off together. He still couldn’t get the image of Jesse coming out of his head. He’d been so fucking gorgeous when he came apart, crying out against Connor’s mouth, body trembling after.

And fuck, Connor didn’t care that it was a toy that had helped him get there. He’d loved being able to use it on Jesse, loved the way Jesse had melted after, relaxed and boneless and soft.

Connor wasn’t so sure he loved that Jesse had teased and taunted him into agreeing to this, but, truthfully, there was no way he could’ve resisted for much longer. Jesse made his blood hot in a way that he’d never felt before.

Behind him, the door opened and Jesse, wearing just a towel now, peered out. “What are you doing lurking outside my door like a weirdo?”

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