Page 70 of Stick By Me

“Come, Leo,” he said on a ragged breath. Reaching between us, he pumped his dick and quivered below me.

“Jesus, fuck,” I gritted out as my orgasm blasted through me, tingling from my balls and up through my spine, curling my toes. Over and over, pulses of pleasure surged inside me.

As he cried out, his face tensed and his mouth dropped open, then hot cum painted both our chests. His ass tightened around me in waves, milking every last drop from me.

When it all slowed, I fell on top of him, droplets of his cum coating our skin. As I fought to steady my breath, I curled my finger in a lock of his blond hair. “Making love to you is always the best.”

He kissed my head. “Always and every fucking time.” Draping his arms around me, he lowered his legs. “I’m so lucky to have you, Leo.”

“I’m lucky to haveyou.” I lifted my head and set my chin on his chest my gaze raking over his angled chin and the pout of his generous lips. “Who’d have thought the first day at the rescue the two of us would fall in love and I’d be…I’d be head over heels for a hockey player.”

“Why not a hockey player?” He brushed his finger pads in a circle over my shoulder.

Shrugging a shoulder, I said, “I don’t know.” I chuckled. “I think all the blood is still in my dick and I don’t know what I’m saying.” I was definitely still hard.

He wiggled his ass and hooked a brow at me. “It’s not going down yet, is it.”

“Nope. I think it wants to go again.” I quirked the corners of my mouth and pushed my cock deeper inside him. “I think I’m stuck.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He chortled and patted my back. “Get off me, so we can get to the part where we’re snuggling all night together.”

“Yeah, fine.” I slid out of him and sat up on tucked legs, then pulled the condom off and tied it.

We rushedinto Archer’s bedroom from the hallway, all wiped up, and I slapped his naked ass, the clap sharp in the room.

With a barking laugh, he rubbed the red mark on his ass cheek. “Ow, what the hell was that for?”

I hooked my arms around him and play-bit his shoulder. “Nothing. You have a fine ass and it needed to be slapped.” I chuckled, my heart light. “Are we sleeping naked, or do you have some pajama bottoms for me?”

After kissing my cheek, he pushed me off him and rubbed his chin, looking me up and down. “I think I like you naked.” Snatching my wrist, he pulled me to his bed and threw the covers off a corner of it. “Get in.”

“Yes, sir.” I mock saluted him, then climbed into the bed, between the cool sheets, and shivered. “It’s cold in here. Get in.” I held the covers open for him while he crept in beside me. As I was lying on my back, he edged into my side and rested his head on my shoulder, a hand on my chest.

I wrapped my arm around him and kissed his head. “This was pretty much a perfect night, don’t you think?” I swooned in the warmth of his bare skin against mine, thinking on the evening. “Except for your friends grilling me.”

“What?” He lifted his head, studied me for a beat, then set it back down. “What did they say?”

“Oh, they wanted to let me know they were looking out for your best interests. I told them about coming out to Remy and that settled them down.” I gazed up at his ceiling, the glow of his nightstand lamp making odd shadows across it.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised. They were warning me about you coming out, too.” He toyed with my nipple. “But you have a plan and I trust you.”

“You should.” I twirled a curl of his blond hair in my finger. The holidays were coming up. Would he have to go home? “What are your plans for Christmas and all that?”

“I have a plane ticket to go home to see my family.” He sighed. “I hope my dad isn’t a total dick the whole time.”

An ache tugged at my heart. “How long will you be back there?” It would have been nice to spend our first Christmas together, but I couldn’t ask him not to see his dad. Especially after what Jonah and Mason had told me.

“I go back for the week of Christmas, then I’ll be home for New Year’s.” He kissed my chest, then raised his head to peer at me. “We can spend New Year’s together.”

“Good. I’ll plan something fun for us.” I let a grin creep over my mouth. “What about your games?” I knew he was due to have a couple of away games this next week.

“We play Cornell at Lake Placid this weekend. Pretty cool, huh?” He propped himself up on an elbow and focused on me. “No games the week of Christmas and as I said, we’re home the week of New Year’s.”

“Okay, so…” I dipped my gaze, then came back to his stunning brown eyes. “When can I see you?” I worried my lower lip. Was it too soon for me to want the hockey season to be over, so I’d have more of him?

He wrinkled his brows. “I have finals and then the away games. Next Sunday before Christmas? I can see you before I leave on Monday.” He twisted his lips. “I’d ask you to come with me to Minnesota, but?—"

“No, it’s too soon and it sounds like you have some things you need to work out with your dad.” But hell, if he’d ask me, I’d go. My chest pinched. And what would I tell my family? “Plus, I think my mom would lose her mind if I told her I wasn’t going to be here for the family Christmas traditions.” In fact, I’d never missed them.

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