Page 49 of Crossing Lines

He shuddered and, through fast breaths, said, “I’m yours, Jonah. All yours.” He whimpered.

“Fuck yeah.” I pulled out and thrust in, over and over, burying my face in his soft curls, breathing him in. Sensation shivered up my spine and I pinched one of his nipples, then the next.

He gasped and pushed up into straight arms. “Kiss me, Jonah.” He turned his head.

Lifting up, I wrapped my arms around his chest, and we both straightened onto our knees, my dick pumping into his hole. I grabbed his cheek and kissed the side of his mouth, our tongues reaching and sliding together. Tension knotted in my gut and the edge of climax pulsed inside me. “Fuck, going to come.”

“I’m right there. Fuck me harder.” He pumped his dick and let out quick groans.

Digging my fingers into his sides, I pistoned my hips and our bodies slapped together. With a glance between us, I watched my cock disappear into his ass. My climax came rushing to the surface, throwing me over the cliff. My cum filled him, tingles of pleasure sparking all over my body. “Holy fuck, oh my God.” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.

Panting, he gasped as ribbons of hot cum shot out of his dick, landing on his chest and fingers. As it slowed, he sat onto my spent cock, leaning his back against my chest, his hands reaching for my face. “Jonah…”

I kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, emotion welling in my chest. He had to be feeling the same as me. Hugging him tighter against me and nuzzling his cheek, I said, “I’m falling for you, Ryan.” Okay, I’d already fallen for him, like full-on loved him, but I’d start with this.

“Me too.” He lifted off me, then crept around to face me, both of us sitting on tucked legs. Placing his palm on my cheek, he gazed deeply into my eyes. “I’m falling hard for you, Jonah Boehm.” His throat dipped with a swallow. “And I don’t say things like this lightly. Especially given our situation.”

I rolled my lips, my daze darting between his eyes. Holy shit, he’d taken it to the next level. “Good.” I winced. I probably should have had a better comeback than that. Maybe I’d think of something later.

He studied me for a moment. “Clean up?” He held his hand out.

“Yes, definitely.” But I wasn’t going back to my room yet.

After cleaningup in his bathroom, I followed him to his bed.

He threw the covers down and slipped inside, lying on his back against pillows and the headboard. “How did your meeting with the scout go?” He twisted his lips.

“I think it went well.” Funny, I’d been so hell-bent on havingsex with him that I’d forgotten all about it. I climbed in beside him, then lowered onto the mattress, turning into him and resting my head on his shoulder, my palm on his chest. “You knew about that, huh?”

He picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles, then threaded our fingers together. “Yeah, I heard about it last week.” He chuckled. “It was almost impossible for me to keep my mouth shut.”

Tipping my head, I peeked up at him. “Yeah? So, tell me what you know about it.” I thought for a minute. Wait, he was from that area and hockey was a pretty small family. “Do you know Mr. Shannon?”

“I know of him. He’s an acquaintance.” Dipping his head, he brought our entwined hands to his lips. “He’s come to scout some of my junior league players when I was up there.”

My pulse quickened. “So, did you talk to him at all while he was here?” Would Ryan have talked to him about me?

“No, but I told Finley and Patterson everything I knew about him.” His gaze flicked to mine. “He’s tough.” He pursed his lips. “He’s a great scout. He’s brought the Leafs some of their star players.”

“What do you think he sees in me? Like, what can I do better to impress him?” I lifted my head from his shoulder, watching his reaction.

“Jonah…” He tensed his mouth. “I’m not your coach. I’m not the one you should be talking to about this.”

I furrowed my brows. “But you’ve worked with this guy before. Has Coach Finley?” He had to give me something here.

“I don’t think Finley’s dealt with him before.” He squeezed my hand and gave me a pointed look. “I’ve told him all I know. I’m not going to overstep my bounds here, Jonah, and don’t ask me to.” His forehead wrinkled.

“Yeah, sorry.” I hung my head, gazing at his muscled chest. I was putting him in a bad spot. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about it too much.”

“Except maybe we should talk about what it would mean for us?” He kissed the back of my hand.

I snapped my gaze to his.Us?“It means I’d be back in your hometown for the week of development camp. And if that goes well?—”

“You’d be going to the rookie camp…” He swallowed hard, fixating on me.

“And then training camp.” My heart jolted and pinched. “And maybe move up there if they give me a contract.” Shit, I hadn’t thought this through. “You have family up there, right?”

“I do. When I go back, I stay with my mom.” He freed a sharp laugh. “I moved in with her after my relationship with Laurent ended. She needed me anyway, had just gotten the cancer diagnosis, so it made sense.” He slid his palm up his forehead and pushed his bangs back from his face. “If you were to join an NHL team, no matter where it was, you’d be traveling a lot during the season.” He snuck a glance at me.

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