Page 72 of Puck You Very Much
“Tell me.”
“Because it was meant to be, bro.”
He fired a puck all the way down the rink, and it actually landed squarely in the net. A perfect way to underscore his proclamation.
“What about what you said about the mushy stuff for pussies only being in the romance movies?” I asked.
“Different subject. You asked about a eureka moment. That’s not what this was. Sometimes you just know something’s right. That’s exactly what happened to me. I knew it was right, no one could change my mind, and I stuck with it until everything came together. The fact that my skull is thicker than most people’s is a total coincidence.”
He rapped his temple with his knuckles. I smiled and fired a puck of my own down the ice but missed the net.
I realized that everything he’d mentioned mirrored my feelings for Zane. Sure, I hadn’t known him since elementary school, but still. I’d even tried to express my true feelings for him over cheeseburgers at Amy’s Place, but realized it wasn’t the time or place for such an emotionally-charged announcement. More than that, I worried he wouldn’t have been able to handle it.
And would he feel the same way?
“So, now that we’ve established that you’re head-over-heels in love,” he said, “why don’t you tell me who the lucky lady is?”
I slapped another puck with my stick and missed yet again.
“Not gonna tell me?” he asked.
“You’re assuming there’s something to tell.”
He flashed a full, toothy smile. He knew I was full of shit.
That suited me fine. He could think what he wanted, and I would stick to my guns. At least I’d escaped this conversation without spilling too much tea. Still, I couldn’t deny that I was falling madly and deeply (and hopelessly) in love with Zane Hirst. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I hadn’t planned on it. I’d never wanted it. But it was there whether I liked it or not.
And I would only sink into it deeper and deeper and deeper.
29
ZANE
My lips remained melded to Jakob’s during the final moments in which my cock plunged into him. Jakob’s hands locked behind his head, practically shoving our faces together, as the tension between his legs reached a fever pitch. He continued until the tension grew too great to manage. Upon climax, I felt like the floodgates had opened. I grunted as my cock spurted inside him.
Jakob squeezed me and locked his legs around my waist, like doing so would force me to fuck him a little harder. When I pulled out, I rolled over and stared straight up at the ceiling. Sweat covered my body, which was par for the course in our romps, but I also found myself winded. Look, I resolved to become a professional athlete sooner than later and should’ve gone the distance with no skin off my nose. I’d never felt so gassed after sex with anyone. Not that I considered sex with Jakob a chore, not at all, but I couldn’t deny that my team’s bitter rival had knocked the starch out of me.
Jakob also looked deliciously tired, too.
Something about the sex felt different, wrong. No, not wrong. I didn’t really mean to call it that. Before, the guy hadinfuriated me. I’d wanted to bash his face in. No, I’d wanted to obliterate him. Now, I wanted nothing more than for us to spend every waking moment together. The sex still felt magical but tempered. It no longer provided the highlight of my time spent with Jakob.
My eyes remained fixed on the ceiling as his hand found mine. An accident? I didn’t think so. Our hands fumbled over one another, as if engaging in a wrestling match, until it finally settled. Normally, I didn’t do that sort of thing. Like, I normally rolled out of bed after sex, ready to hit the showers, and take some time for myself. But now, I could think of no better place on earth than under the sheets with Jakob Martin.
I rolled over and kissed Jakob’s lips. They tasted as warm and moist as they had for our very first kiss. I stared into his eyes and swore I’d drifted off to paradise. God, just saying those words told the whole story of change within me. I wasn’t the guy I’d been a few months before, to say the least. That I could handle so long as I could spend eternity in this paradise.
Though Jakob hadn’t expressed it in words, I knew he felt the exact same way. Before, he too would’ve rolled out of bed and moved on the moment our climaxes had ebbed away. That’d changed. Like me, he seemed only too happy to stay in bed and savor the moment.
When I beheld Jakob, I saw something or someonedifferent, depending on how you looked at it. Instead of seeing my steady piece of ass, I found someone I couldn’t live without. I don’t say things like that lightly. In fact, I lose a piece of myself every time I make those admissions, but I honestly felt like I couldn’t let him out of my sight.
“You’re still here,” I said, smiling at him.
“I could say the same about you. Shouldn’t you be showered and dressed by now?”
I refused to roll my eyes, partly to deny him the satisfaction of seeing that, but also because it would make me look weak. The longer I stayed in bed with him, the more the feeling inside me ballooned. Much more of this and I would burst.
Unless I spoke my mind.
The feeling that burned inside of me all but cried out to be put into words. In fact, it seemed like a crime to keep it bottled up.
