Page 102 of Absolutely Pucked
Reaching for the knob, I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, drying off my chest and dick before snagging my crutches and moving into the main room. Naked as fuck and entirely surprised, I almost hit the floor when I saw Killian standing there, arms over his chest, smirking.
“Oh, what the fuck?”
Tucker burst into laughter. “Totally worth it.”
“I hate that you two are talking now,” I snarled. I didn’t mean that. Not even a little. Tucker was still alittle weird with him, but that was fading. The only saving grace for my relationship was that in spite of being identical, they couldn’t be more different.
I had never once looked at Killian and thought about his brother.
They had the same laugh though, and it echoed around the tiles as Killian walked over and set his hands on my hips.
“You can’t afford the fine for that shit,” Boden reminded me.
I peered around Killian’s shoulder. “You don’t even go here anymore.”
Flipping me off, Boden spun in his chair and jerked his head toward the exit. Tucker followed, and when the door slammed, we were alone.
“Were you two planning that?”
“No. I texted him a few minutes ago and let him know I was in town. He said it would be funny for me to catch you with your dick out.”
I sniffed. “Funny?”
“Well, maybe not funny. Not to me, anyway.” He reached down and palmed me. I wasn’t going to get hard. I never did have a thing for being in public. But his touch felt so fucking good anyway. “I’d like to get this and you home.”
Home. Our home.
Surging up, I kissed him, then shoved him away and moved over to the bench so I could get dressed. I didn’t bother with Carol-Ann. I would have ripped her off and thrown her in the closet the moment I got in the door anyway, so I shoved her into my hockey bag, then let Killian pick it up as Igrabbed my crutches and led the way to the parking lot.
His car was next to mine, and I squinted. “Let me ride with you. You can drop me off in the morning to grab it.”
Leaning in, he kissed the side of my neck. “Yes. I want to hold your hand on the way home.”
Fuck, the way he just…said things like that. Things that still tripped over my tongue from fear that it would be the one thing that killed all of Killian’s desire for me. I knew that was irrational, but I couldn’t help it. And he never faulted me for being the one who showed with my actions instead of my words.
He did exactly as promised too, his fingers playing over my palm as he talked about his trip. He avoided details about the hearing, which made sense. Neither one of us wanted to invoke Delia’s name in this moment. He talked about her sometimes, but not often. He reserved those moments for when Tucker was up for rehashing old shit.
And that was fine by me. I understood that all of Killian’s past shaped him into the man he was today, and I could appreciate that because I fucking loved this man. But just like my stepdad and mom shaped me, I didn’t want to talk about them either.
I didn’t want their ghosts ruining my happy home.
We got in, and Killian gently set my hockey bag against the wall by the linen closet, looking around at the space that was now ours. He’d helped me pick it out, of course, but then he’d been across the country to deal with his divorce, so I was in charge of decorating.
I’d been tempted to put up a blanket fort. I settledfor putting string lights all around the bedroom instead and filling the bed with as many pillows and comforters as I could manage. Most of them had come from Killian’s attempt to woo me.
He grinned when he saw it, grabbing me by the hips and lifting me. I wrapped my leg around his waist, arms around his shoulders as he carried me to the bed and laid me out on the soft cushions.
I hissed when his gentle hands met tender bruising.
“Can you get hard tonight?” he asked.
I assessed myself, then winced. “I, uh…I’m not sure.”
He breathed out like he was relieved and kissed me deep and soft and slow. “Me either. It was a long flight and a horrible day. All I could think about was being with you. Is that okay? If we just…have this?”
His skin against mine, sharing breath, basking in the heat of each other, and the knowledge that this was it.
It was fucking heaven.
