Page 37 of Gamechanger

"You're... you're you," I said, gesturing vaguely. "You're talented, driven. Everyone loves you. And I'm just... me."

"Just you?" Finn echoed, incredulity coloring his tone. "Moose, do you have any idea how amazing you are?"

I scoffed, looking away. "Yeah, right. The guy who gave up helping save the world to push papers in marketing."

"Hey." Finn's voice was sharp. He scooted closer, his knee brushing mine. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, I met his gaze.

"You're brilliant," he said firmly. "The way you see the game, the ideas you come up with... And don't even get me started on how kind you are, how funny. Moose, being with you... it's the best part of my day."

I felt a lump forming in my throat. "But what if I'm not enough? What if I mess this up?"

Finn's hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with my own. "You are enough. More than enough. And if you mess up? We'll figure it out. That's what partners do."

"Partners?" I echoed, a spark of hope igniting in my chest.

Finn nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. "Partners. The first person I look for off the ice."

I leaned forward, resting my head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry I pushed you away. I got scared."

"I get it," Finn murmured. "But next time? Talk to me. We're stronger when we communicate, remember?"

I nodded, feeling some of the weight lift from my shoulders. "Yeah, two heads better than one kind of thing," I agreed.

Finn's hand came up to cup my cheek. "I missed you," he whispered.

"I missed you too," I breathed, before closing the distance between us.

Our lips met, and it felt like coming home. All the fear, all the doubt, melted away in the warmth of Finn's embrace.

The kiss broke something inside me. I surged forward, capturing his lips with mine. Finn responded immediately, his hands coming up to cup my face. We fell back onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths.

Our kiss deepened, weeks of pent-up emotion pouring out. Finn's hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

"I've missed this," I murmured against his lips. "Missed you."

Finn responded by trailing kisses along my jaw, down to the sensitive spot just below my ear. A shiver ran through me.

"Bed?" he whispered, his breath hot on my skin.

I nodded, suddenly unable to form words. We stumbled towards the bedroom, unwilling to break contact. The back of Finn's knees hit the mattress, and he tumbled onto the bed.

I ran my fingers down my back and pulled him closer. I wanted to make him feel better than good. I wanted it to be amazing.

It only took a few minutes to unfasten Finn's jeans, tug them down and then mouth the outline of his cock over the fabric of his briefs. "Oh, fuck," he muttered as I aimed to deliver as much pleasure as possible.

His breath caught in his throat. My fingers tugged on the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down to let his cock spring free. It was thick and veiny, like his forearms.

“Moose,” Finn gasped. “Damn, I'm so hard for you.”

I looked into his eyes. My desire for him was off the charts.

Finn's body was perfect. I didn't care what anybody said about his height. He had well-defined muscles, but they were lithe and a little wiry. That gave him his speed.

My mouth watered when I lowered my face close to his hard cock. I wanted to make him feel fucking amazing.

I traced my tongue along the underside of his cock, from the base to the tip, before I took the mushroom-shaped head into my mouth. Finn's entire body tensed—the veins standing out on his forearms—as I swallowed him into the back of my mouth.

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