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I am, too.
Happier than I’ve been in years, maybe, and I don’t even know how to process that.
I quickly put my cock away, got out of the car, and circled around to the other side.
I pushed him back against the car, catching him in a deep kiss.
“I didn’t want to be anyone’s boyfriend,” I said as I pulled away, dropping to drag my lips along his jaw. “But I’m so glad you made me yours.”
“Too adorable for you to ignore.”
“And sohumble, too, aren’t you? Football prince.”
He was smiling as he leaned in to kiss me again. “Let’s get the fuck inside.”
I thought I’d get Andrew to crack within an hour.
Turns out it only took 30 minutes.
The Hard Spot was fuckingpackedtonight, with the Tempests team but also plenty of guys from the hockey team, and groups of fans who kept pouring in.
And the thing about the bar being packed meant that I had the perfect excuse to shove my body up against Andrew’s, anytime I pleased.
Anytime someone needed to get by, I purposely pushed my body against Peachel’s, making sure to grind my cock along his ass or his thigh.
The third time I did it, he turned around, returning the gesture and shoving his hard cock along my hip.
“Fucker,” he muttered.
I could hear the desire in his tone.
Wasn’t going to make me stop, either.
“Sanocki’s here?” Luke hollered nearby, looking over toward the front doors of the Hard Spot. “Seems like we’re just letting any ol’ hockey player in tonight, aren’t we?”
Luke was grinning wildly as he went up to hug Sanocki.
“No shot,” the hockey player said, waltzing in with a smile on his face.
Andrew pulled in a breath, stretching a little and clearly trying to regain a sense of composure.
“That’s Jesse Sanocki, one of the best hockey players I’ve ever known,” Andrew told me. “Andthatis the love of his life, Mason.”
Mason came running over in a cowboy hat, wrapping his arms around Sanocki.
Max came over and gave them both hugs a moment later, and Kane, the Hard Spot owner, even came around to hug them.
“Everyone is out tonight,” I said.
I could see the look of pride in Andrew’s eyes. “People give a damn about TNU football,” he said. “You know what? We should bring in a stack of papers. Show all of the guys what you wrote.”
“We don’t need to do all that.”
He shook his head. “I’m proud of the article, Gray.”
I pinched his hip. “Proud of yourself, huh? Actually got me to make you look good?”
“No. Proud ofyou.”
