Page 24 of Twisted Minds

My eyes flutter closed, and I let out a muffled moan, soaking in the delicate pressure of his mouth on mine. His lips are so fucking soft. I groan into the touch as he smooths his hands along my waist, pulling me closer, and when he sweeps his tongue along my lips, I let him in with another moan.

I grow hungrier and the slow pace is killing me. Hunter’s hands smooth down my ass and he cups the back of my thighs, lifting me easily. I feel so fucking warm despite the chill of the rain. My arms tighten around his neck, and the sweet, woodsyscent of his body wash nearly makes me groan as he presses me against his car. I love the way his hands feel on me. My fingers run through his hair while my other hand rests on his stubbled jaw.

Both of us are soaked and neither of us give a shit.

His body presses into mine. I love the weight of him. I feel so safe here with him, like nothing can touch me . . . nothing can hurt me. I feel dizzy. Hunter kisses with the indulgence of a man with all the time in the world. It’s intoxicating and I can’t get enough of it. I shift, and a strangled noise leaves my lips when I feel him press his erection against mine.

We freeze. I lose his lips. Following his gaze, I look down at us pressed together. The rain has soaked into our clothes, making them cling to our bodies and leaving very little to the imagination for either of us. Hunter is rock-hard, and I want to take him up to my dorm. I want to peel these soaked clothes off us both and bury my face between his thighs, then fuck him so hard the entire fourth floor will hear him scream my name.

Hunter shares none of these plans. Instead, he gently puts me down, backing away. “Sorry.” I just want to tug him back to me. “You better go inside before you get sick. Do you want me to walk you?”

“Oh, no. No, I’m fine. My building is right there.” I open the car door and grab my backpack. Hunter nods, and I can’t help stealing another kiss, which makes him smile.

“I had an amazing time today. Thank you. Get inside. Get something warm on. Good night, Mark.”

“Night. I’ll uh, see you tomorrow. Drive safe.”

He nods with a smile, opening the car door and slipping inside. “Hey, Mark.”

“Yeah?”

“I can definitely see the appeal of kissing in the rain, but we may need to try it again. For science.”

I smile so wide it hurts. “We need a control to compare it to—kissing without the rain—to see if it’s just as good. Just to be fair. For science.”

Hunter’s smile is so huge, and I commit it to memory. I did that, I put that smile on his face. That one’s just for me. “Go get warm, okay. I’ll text you later,” he says.

“Okay. Night.”

Holy shit.

I feel like I’m floating.

nine

Hunter

That kiss.

His hands.

The feel of his body.

“Incoming!” I blink out of my thoughts just in time to duck a puck sailing my way. “Jesus, Hunter! What the fuck!”

“Sorry.”

“Supposed to catch those with your glove, not your helmet,” Jake Benson laughs. “Who’s training who?”

For the last few hours, we’ve run plays. Or I should say, he’s run plays, and I’ve been in and out of thinking about Mark coming over to my house Saturday and the way his hard body and equally hard cock molded against me as I held him. “I think we’re done for the day.”

“Do I make the cut?” He grins like the cocky asshole he is. Jake’s a great player, a great goalie, and a decent dude. I knew we’d have very little issue switching players with Derrick gone, and I’m relieved Coach let him play instead.

“Unfortunately, we have no choice.” He frowns and I chastise myself. My head is a mess. “Kidding.” I smile. “You know you’re great.” Honestly, I’m not worried at all anyway. All our players train hard. Our first game is coming fast, and I’m ready to get in there.

I played football in high school, did track and baseball, but nothing feels like hockey. I want to play professionally but I’m realistic. “You did great today.” I tell Jake.

“Not as good asIcould have, though.” That voice makes my blood run cold.

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