Page 62 of Unrivaled

Let, nothing; Max was angling for it. “No pain, no gain. I’m open to alternatives.”

Grady appraised him, gaze lingering on Max’s mouth, his shoulders, his crotch. Max’s skin went hot.

Then Grady said, “Bedroom’s to the left.”

Max didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for the zipper for his hoodie and pulled it down as he went.

Grady’s bedroom looked like he’d purchased everything directly from the display at an expensive furniture store. It all matched too well. But Max only cared about the king-size four-poster bed and how quickly they could ruin the sheets.

By the time he got his hoodie off his left arm, Grady had folded the comforter and put it on the chair in the corner. “How much can you move it before it hurts?”

“Don’t worry about it. I can take it.”

Grady rolled his eyes. “I didn’t say you couldn’t. But if I hurt you, it’s going to be because I did it on purpose, not because you didn’t tell me something. So how far can you move it?”

Max’s mouth went dry and a shiver went down his spine, which actually hurt a little when his neck spasmed. Still, he demonstrated his arm’s range of movement, feeling naked under the weight of Grady’s gaze.

“Now this.”

Suddenly Grady’s hands were on his face, tilting Max’s head up and to the side.

Max’s breath caught in his throat as Grady met his eyes.

Somehow he didn’t expect Grady to kiss him. It was slow and thorough and hot, and the hair on the back of Max’s neck stood up. He curled his hands into the fabric of Grady’s T-shirt and held on as Grady scraped his teeth over Max’s lower lip, but when he bit down, Max jerked instinctively and then cursed into Grady’s mouth as his neck protested.

“Guy did a number on you,” Grady commented. He hadn’t let go of Max’s face. “Guess you’ll have to be a pillow princess today.”

Max squawked in indignation as Grady pushed him back onto the bed—except it was less of a fall and more of a controlled descent, nothing that jarred his strained muscles. “Excuse you,” he protested into the cotton of his own T-shirt as Grady eased it over his head, careful of his left arm. “I’m perfectly capable of participating—”

Grady made a hot, surprised noise and thumbed the right side of Max’s chest. Max hissed and squirmed back into the pillows as Grady toyed with the barbell. “What’s this?”

“It’s a nipple piercing, genius.”

Grady flicked it. Max writhed as pleasure shot through him. “I’ve never seen it before.”

“I don’t—” Grady found the piercing on the other side and put his mouth around it. Max’s central nervous system went on strike. “—ah, fuck—I don’t wear them during games for obvious reasons.” Catching one of them on the inside of his pads during a nasty hit could result in some gnarly nipple trauma.

Grady pulled his mouth away and rolled the wet nub through his fingers. “But you like this.”

“Yeah? That’s why I got them pierced—”

Grady pinched. Max was gonna die of sex. “They’re sensitive.”

They were basically hardwired to Max’s dick. “What tipped you off?”

Now he was twisting. Max groaned and arched into it, then hissed when his neck muscles pulled.

“The piercings aren’t exactly subtle.” Grady’s voice sounded gravel-rough. “Stop moving. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Max opened his eyes and glared at him. “How the fuck—”

Grady skimmed his palms over Max’s chest, brushing the tips of Max’s nipples. God, he was barely touching him and Max’s dick was leaking in his underwear.

“I could just stop touching you if you move.”

Max could just die of a heart attack right now. “Fuck you.”

“Next time,” Grady promised lightly.

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