Page 101 of Crossing Lines

With a sniffle, he freed me and gazed into my eyes, his own eyes glistening. “But what’s going to happen to you?”

“I’m going to look for another coaching job in the Toronto area.” I grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it. “Jonah, it’s not completely terrible. Finley is hooking me up with an interview to coach at the University of Toronto and when Laurent was here, he swore my old league would take me back.” Was he starting to put the pieces together of what this really meant for us?

He swiped at his eye with his fingers. “But what’s going to happen? Aren’t you going to have the label of fucking around with a player pinned to your back? Is the school going to?—”

“No, Jonah.” The corners of my lips twitched with an almost smile. “The timing of this thing blew up in Owen’s face. Thecoaching staff didn’t want a scandal to hit the team right before the championship. So, I made a deal with Owen.”

“You what?” His gaze hardened again. “Did you talk to him?”

“I did.” With a nod, I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand. “I had to, Jonah.” I pursed my lips. Doing all this behind his back wasn’t cool, but then, I’d had no other choice. “I had to meet up with him to discuss the situation.”

“Fuck.” With a scoff, he rubbed his forehead. “I wish you would have told me. I should have been with you for that.” He locked his gaze to mine. “The fucker is dangerous. What if he tried hurting you again?”

“He didn’t and it’s over. I didn’t want this shit hanging over your head and affecting your game.” I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around his stiff shoulders, then kissed the side of his head. “I handled it, Jonah, and it’s done.” I couldn’t blame him for being upset. It was a sign of how much he loved me.

He slumped against my chest. “Yeah, okay. But what about your reputation?”

“It’s going to come out of this intact. The coaches are not going to report me, and Owen agreed not to take it any further if I resigned.” I pushed him far enough away to look into his face and held on to his shoulders. “The coaching staff will give me letters of recommendation and like I said, Coach Finley is setting me up with an interview. So, see? It’s all handled.” I gauged his reaction.

With his brows furrowing, he lifted his gaze to meet mine. “So, what’s next?”

My pulse quickened. Here it was. Would he want to commit to me enough to move to Canada? And what about the off chance he didn’t make the Maple Leafs team? “I’m going home, Jonah, and I want you to come with me.”

His eyes grew wide. “You mean…you mean you want me to live with you. In Toronto? With, with your mom, or what?”

“Yes, that’s what I mean.” I rested my palm on his cheek and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you, Jonah, and I want you by my side. I want a life together.” He did want the same, right? “You have a chance to play for the Maple Leafs. How bad could it be?” The hint of a smile teased my lips.

“Holy shit.” He stared at me, then blinked. “I’m going to work my fucking ass off to make it happen.” A full-on smile swept over his mouth. “Goddamn, Ryan. This could be so awesome. You could meet my family at graduation, then we can move all your shit back to Toronto, and I’ll come help you with your mom.” He giggled. “I can’t wait to meet her.” He shoved me backward onto the bed, then landed on top of me, both of us bouncing. “You’ll become the best damn college hockey coach in all of Canada and I’ll be the best winger the Leafs have ever seen. I’ll score goals like it’s nobody’s business and we’ll beat the Coyotes in the Stanley Cup. Then I’ll chirp on Mason and Archer like they’ve never heard before.”

With a hearty laugh, I said, “I see you’ve got it all figured out.” My heart burst with warmth. “If you want, I’m sure I can arrange some special coaching for you with the best college hockey coach in Canada over the summer, to be sure your plan works.” Grabbing the back of his head, I pulled our lips together and kissed him deeply.

“I’m going to write that fucker Owen a thank-you card.” He brushed the tip of his nose on mine. “I was having the hardest time trying to figure out how this could work. But now, fuck, Ryan. Now, we have so much to look forward to.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

JONAH

And here I was starting to wonder if we were growing apart. Hell no, he had been working deals to be sure we’d be closer than ever. “I love you, Ryan.” I brushed my fingers through his bangs, taking in his stunning blue eyes, the curls on his forehead. Desire flared up my spine. My cock was resting over his. How had I not noticed it until now?

“You know I love you.” He rocked his hips, pressing his swelling cock into mine. “I have lube.” He smirked.

“You brought lube to an away game? You dirty boy.” As I engulfed his mouth with mine and danced my tongue against his, I slipped my hand down his side to fondle his now-hard dick through his pants.

He groaned and thrust against my hand. “Fuck me, Jonah. Please. Need it.” He panted and clutched my ass.

“Oh, hell yes.” Unfastening his slacks, I worked his cock out, then crawled down his body and between his thighs. “Want to taste you first.” I licked up his shaft, then flicked my tongue at the flared head.

“Jesus, fuck.” He arched his head back and threaded his fingers into my hair, then pulled. “More.”

I sucked him down, fluttering my tongue over his shaft andcupping his balls, rolling them in my hand. An ache built in my cock. God, now I wanted him more than ever. We’d be together out in the open for the world to see that he was mine and I was his. I knew we’d make this work because we had to. Our love wouldn’t allow for failure.

I pumped over his dick, making sloppy noises, saliva dribbling out of the sides of my mouth. I wanted to wreck him and thoroughly own him. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked and lapped at his cockhead, milking his precum from the tip.

He writhed on the bed, gasping and moaning. “Jonah, oh God.” His breath hitched and his body bucked. “Fuck me now, please.”

I pulled off him and jumped up to sitting on tucked legs. “Guess we better get these pants off then.” I snatched the waistband of his slacks and briefs and yanked them down his hips and legs.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he sat up to shimmy out of it and threw it to the floor. “How about you?”

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