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The pressure on my wrists gets tighter for a second before he pulls back completely.
“No,” I shout at the sudden emptiness. He flips me over and then grabs two pillows to put them under my hips.
“You grab the back of your legs,” he instructs.
I appreciate that, since I know how to do it without injuring myself further. He reaches down to stroke his dick while I do, and when I’m completely open for him he nods, satisfied.
“You stay like that okay, Si? Don’t move.”
“Yeah, okay,” I mumble.There’s no chance I’m disobeying him now.
He slides back into me and grips my erection. There’s no careful movements this time, he just snaps his hips back and then forward two times, and that combined with the strong grip around my dick is more than enough.
“Yes, Vinny,” I cry out as the orgasm takes me over.
7
Ivan
Gettingup at five a.m. in the off-season has always been a pain in the ass.
Necessary to keep the best job in the world, but still, very much something I do because I have to, not because I want to.
That experience is different today.
Not only because I’m still relishing the spectacular orgasm from last night, or the fun dinner we had in bed afterward where we tested whether every dish I ordered could be eaten off skin—spoiler alert, everything passed with flying colors—but it’s also because Silas is next to me, snoring softly and looking cuter than any adult man has a right to.
I notice his cheek is filling with stubble, much more than mine is at twenty-two, but considering his dad’s fullbeard and my dad’s patchy one, that’s not really a surprise, and it just makes him look more adorable.
I’d love nothing more than to wake him with soft kisses and entice him into a shower, but that would be cruel. He doesn’t have to wake up this early. He said yesterday that he has a lot of work to catch up on, but I doubt it’s the kind of work that has to start before the sun comes out.
Since we’re in the middle of the summer, though, the sun’s not far off, and thinking of that, I get up and close the blinds as quietly as I can. Silas told me not to last night, said he liked the view, and I couldn’t argue. It is the main reason why I bought the apartment, far enough from the Strip to not have to deal with drunk tourists every day but close enough to catch the strangely beautiful sight.
Still, I thought he was the better view, but I kept that to myself.
It seems best that I keep most things to myself for now.
The way things are moving along between us, I have no doubt we’ll soon get to a place where we can have not only our friendship back, but also the deep connection that transcends it, the one I dreamed about when I was a teenager.
It’s the type of relationship most people dream of, I think, and the hope that fills me at the thought that we could have it is almost painful.
So I force myself out of the room and into my laundry room. Most of my gear for the gym and the rink is in here, since that makes life easier and means I never have to bring my smelly duffel into my bedroom, so I grab what I need and I’m out the door less than ten minutes later.
I drink my protein shake on the drive to the practice rink, which is further outside the city, and I wonder if I’ll come home to Si still being there.
Nothing would make me happier if I’m honest, but I need to put that out of my mind and focus on getting all my strength back.
With that in mind, I stop at a drive-through for breakfast.
No one’saround at the rink except for Payton, our PT, who’s setting up his treatment room for a few guys who need patching up after the brutal battle for the Stanley Cup. And he tells me that aside from us, only Gab is here. I assume her assistant Abigail is also here, but I don’t ask since that’s neither here nor there.
But the news has me thinking all throughout my three-hour workout, and my lack of patience rears its head.
I order some food for after my shower, but when I walk into the locker room I find it... completely empty. It’s just a room. There are no cubbies, no gear, no signs with our names and numbers.
It’s disconcerting as fuck, but when I check I can see that the showers work, so I make use of one of them and thank all the gods that I have a bottle of shower gel buried at the bottom of my duffel.
When I’m done, I put my go-getter attitude—as Momlikes to call it—to good use and take the elevator up to Gab’s office.
