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The catcalls were even louder than they’d been before.
“Know what else you guys need?” Dog asked. “A joint Instagram. Holky can take some lovey-dovey pics, and I’ll set it up for you.”
“Riley,” Holky called, then tossed Riles a protein bar.
Ade looked at it like it might bite him. “The fuck’s this for?”
Holky’s smirk was pure trouble. “Share it with your boyfriend. Tell him to suck it, get in some practice.”
Riles tossed the bar back to Holky. “Why don’t you suck it? Logan doesn’t need practice.”
“But… You… I…”
Everyone howled again. Ade had always been the only one who could leave Holky speechless.
When the noise died down, Harpy gave Ade and me a snarky look. “Careful, boys. You were going too easy on each other out there. If you pull that shit at camp, Criswell will fry your asses.”
“Bullshit,” I said. “Riles checked me hard. Look at this bruise on my shoulder.”
Brody snorted. “I’m sure he’ll find a way to kiss it better.”
Harpy’s grin turned so devilish I could see the horns sprouting through his halo. “Who knows? Maybe Riley will let you spank his ass.”
“We haven’t tried that yet,” Ade deadpanned.
“Explore, boys.” Harpy looked smug as hell. “You never know what you’ll enjoy.”
I was a little surprised Riles held his tongue since we’d all seen Harpy’s ass bright red a few times. Packy asked him about it once, and after blushing the same shade, Harpy stammered out an excuse that he’d fallen on the stairs.
Gabe leaned in to inspect my bruise. “You owe Riley a good spanking for that hit.” He glanced at Riles. “And something tells me he’d enjoy it.”
“Fuck you,” Riles said. “Do you spank Brody?”
It didn’t stop there. We were all happy to see each other again, and the boys couldn’t leave Riles and me alone. The chirps kept flying through showering and getting dressed. When we finally left, my sides ached from laughing.
I couldn’t stop smiling as Riles and I walked to the parking garage. No one had pulled back or acted weird. They chirped us because that’s what hockey players do, and the only real difference had been that they saw us as a couple. To them, we were the same two dumbasses as always.
After dinner, we curled up on the sectional for a movie. Ade surprised me by pickingLove, Simon, a gay rom-com. Instead of asking his usual million questions, he only made occasional comments about the story. When the movie ended, he was leaning against me with his head on my shoulder and his eyes closed.
He was a warm, heavy weight against me, and my body reacted before my brain could catch up. I was hard, aching to have him on his back and open for me, with his reckless green eyes fixed on mine as he begged for more.
But love made a mess of it in the most wonderful way. As much as I wanted to tear his clothes off and fuck him senseless, I wanted just as badly to keep him right here, tucked against me, safe. My chest tightened at the memories of his soft gasps when I’d lick his throat and tell him he was beautiful. My lips tingled with the need to claim his, but part of me wanted to wait, to let him be the one to slip his tongue into my mouth so I could suck it. I wanted to drag things out until we were both shaking with anticipation.
Ade deserved that, to be touched, kissed, worshipped like he was the only thing that mattered, because he was. And for me, there was no greater pleasure than knowing he felt it, that he knew I’d keep him safe, even in the middle of my own hunger.
I had to get him to bed before we could do any of that, so I grazed a hand up his thigh. His breathing changed, and although he didn’t open his eyes, one side of his mouth inched upward.
“Were you asleep?” I asked.
“No. Just thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
“Sometimes, but not now.” He reached for my hand and threaded our fingers together.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked. “If you feel like talking about it.”
“Starting therapy next week, for one thing. I have you to thank for that.”
