Page 76 of Crossing Lines

“Well, we need a win this weekend, and I’m trying to get the line to the next level.” He angled his legs toward me. “Have you heard anything from Finley on the Maple Leafs’ deal?” He lifted his brows.

“No, should I have?” I studied his face. Would he tell me even if he did know something?

“Don’t know. I was just curious.” He glanced at the television, then focused on me. “What do you want to eat?”

“Truthfully, how about a pizza from Spinelli’s?” I’d work it off in the gym tomorrow. It was cardio day and I planned on hitting it hard. I flung my arm over the back of the couch.

“Sure.” He plucked his phone from the coffee table and tapped on it. “Everything?”

“Absolutely.” I peeked into his kitchen. It probably stillwasn’t a great idea for me to be drinking yet. “You have any Gatorade?”

“Of course. I’ve got blue and orange.” He hopped up and strolled into his kitchen.

“Orange.” Blue was okay, but orange was the gold standard as far as I was concerned. I gazed out his patio doors, the sky darkening over the mountains in the distance. The days were getting longer, and soon, I’d be graduating and summer would be here. At some point, we had to nail down our plans for the future. Of course, it would be best if I knew about the camp first.

He strode to the couch with two orange Gatorades and handed me one, then fell in next to me. “What are you thinking about?” He twisted off the cap on his.

“I’m wondering what’s going to happen this summer.” After opening my bottle, I drank from it. “If I don’t get an invitation to camp, then what?”

His smile waned. “There might be other prospects out there, Jonah.”

“Do you know something I don’t?” I gauged his reaction. It was sort of shitty to be putting him on the spot like this. “Stop, you don’t have to answer.”

“Thank you.” With a warm grin, he grabbed my hand and held it over his thigh. “No matter if you get an invitation to camp or not, I want you to come to Toronto with me this summer to meet my mom.”

My chest bloomed with warmth. “Yeah, I’d like that.” I sipped my Gatorade. “I want you to meet my family too. So, I guess we could stop off in Minnesota on our way up to Canada?”

“I’m sure we could do that.” He kissed the back of my hand. “I’ll be on some recruiting trips as well this summer. Maybe you could tag along with me?”

“Of course.” I’d follow him anywhere he wanted. My gaze dipped to his plump lips. Maybe we’d skip the movie part of the night and head off to bed after we ate.

His phone buzzed on the table. “Oh, that’s the pizza.” He jumped off the couch. “Be right back.” He left.

I relaxed into the couch cushions. No matter what happened, my life with him was going to require a lot of scheduling and travel. But I was up for it.

After polishingoff the pizza while watching a short stand-up bit, I was spread out over Ryan on his couch, my back to his chest with his arm wrapped around me.

As the credits rolled on the television, he slid his hand down my abs and under my jeans to fondle my waking cock.

“Somebody want something?”

Nuzzling the side of my head, he rasped, “It’s been awhile.” He bit the shell of my ear.

A shiver tingled down my spine and my dick lengthened inside his stroking palm. “Damn right it has.” I groaned and angled my head as he nibbled down my neck, his hips rocking his solid cock against my ass.

“Goddamn it, Jonah, I want you.” His ragged breath tickled against my heated skin. “Should we take this into the bedroom?” He pulled his hand out of my jeans.

“Definitely.” I rolled off the couch and stood, then held my hand out to him while my gaze slipped to the generous bulge under his joggers. A flash of desire shuddered over me, and my mouth watered.

Taking my hand, he stood, then guided me into his bedroom and flicked on the nightstand lamps. “I want you to fuck me tonight. You up for that?” He dropped his joggers and underwear, then shucked off his shirt, his thick cock standing tall between his thighs.

“I am.” Stepping to him, I cupped his cheek and fisted his dick, slowly stroking it. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Ryan.”Claiming his mouth in a heated kiss, I swallowed his moans and whimpers.

He unfastened my jeans and worked my cock out, then stroked me in time with my hand on him. “Jesus, fuck, Jonah,” he said in a husky voice against my cheek, his hips rocking and sliding his dick through my palm and fingers.

Sensation shivered over my skin and my cock pulsed, dribbling precum into his hand. With a gasp, I walked him backward to the edge of his bed. How did I want him? On his back. I wanted to see his face when he lost it. “Lie down on your back.”

With a quick nod, he climbed up, then flipped over on his back and lifted his knees, exposing his perfect hole to me.

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