Page 79 of Icing the Play

He shot hot cum between us in quick spurts, landing on our chests and his cheek.

Wave after wave of release rolled through me, and I thrust with every one, my body shaking over him. As it calmed, Ihanded him the phone and slipped the toy off, tossing it on the bed, and then fell over him. “Fuck, that was good.”

“Hella good.” He shut the toy off with a long sigh. “Myles, I want you to know that if you end up in Seattle, I’ll fight like hell to get a contract with the Seahawks.” Brushing his finger pads over my back, leaving a light tickle, he said, “I’ve thought a lot about this.”

I dropped my jaw. “We don’t know if it’s going to happen. I haven’t even met with the scout yet.” This was quite a commitment. Was there any way for him to have a preference on where he’d land? “Can you even do anything about what team picks you?” I rested my chin on his chest.

“Technically, we’re not supposed to have a choice, but players express their preferences all the time and teams will take it into consideration.” He kissed my forehead. “You know my dad played for the Bears, right? You know heknowspeople.” He offered a warm smile.

“Oh…yeah.” My gaze searched his face. How awesome would it be for us to both play for a Seattle team? Could I be so lucky? Tyler and Rowan went to Chicago together. There was hope. I sunk my teeth into my lower lip. “I love you, Cooper.”

He rose onto an elbow. “Love you too. Now get up. I’m leaking. You dropped one hell of a load.” He chuckled.

“Right on.” With a snort, I climbed off the bed. I’d make him a nice breakfast, since Ace wasn’t here, and we’d have the day to spend relaxing and studying. “Eggs and bacon, or do you want pancakes?” I slid a pair of discarded underwear up my legs.

“You’re cooking? How about pancakes and bacon?” He threw his legs off the side of the bed. “Let me in the bathroom first.” Hustling past me, he slapped my ass.

Midweek,I strolled across a pathway in the quad, reading text messages from Tyler. He would land in Phoenix today for thegame of the season. Well, for all my friends. The Blackhawks were playing the Coyotes. The game sold out weeks ago, so I planned to watch it with Zoma and Cooper at home tonight.

Myles

When does your plane get in?

Tyler

Around two. I have a question.

Myles

What’s that?

Tyler

Can Rowan and me stay at your place tomorrow night? We have a hotel room otherwise, but I thought it would be fun to all stay at the squad house for old times’ sake. It was a last-minute idea.

My heart about leapt from my chest. Fuck yeah.

Myles

Of course. You can take my room, and I’ll sleep with Cooper. I sleep in there half the time, anyway.

Tyler

Thanks, man. Can’t wait to see you guys and meet your new man.

Myles

Me too. Safe flight.

I lifted my head, and a form came barreling toward me. What the fuck?

“Shit, sorry,” a guy on a scooter shouted, hurtling down the path.

I darted into the grass, bracing for impact.

Shifting the scooter right at me, he smashed into me, knocking me off my feet.

“Fuck!” Pain sliced through my knee as my foot caught under the tire and I fell backward. God no, not the fucking knee.

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