Page 70 of Riding Pine
I shouldn’t be having such an epiphany while his hands push my pants down lower and his lips are on mine.
“You drive me wild, out of my mind, Lukas. I don’t know how you do it. Every time is like…fuck, I don’t even know.” He presses against my thigh, and I immediately wrap an arm around his waist, squeezing him tighter to me. Bringing my lips to his ear, I tug at his earlobe with my lips.
“Rub off on me, Ben. Make us come together.”
Ben groans and ruts on my thigh while he pumps my dick, and all I do is hold him in place against me. Not giving him an inch to do anything but what he was told to do.
“Lukas…fuck…”
His hand falters, and his body tenses as his orgasm hits. He’s gorgeous when he comes on my leg, throwing his head back with a throaty purr.
“Don’t stop, Ben. Take me with you.”
My mouth finds his, desperate for more connection, and it’s what I need to follow him over. My breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh as I come hard in his fist.
“Fuck…” Panting, I drop my forehead to the top of his head and shiver. I don’t want to let him go, and Ben doesn’t seem to mind.
Finally, both of us sweaty, spent, and sticky with cum, I reluctantly release my hold on Ben and survey the mess on my leg. Ben smiles, a slow, satisfied smile.
“I’ll get you something to clean up with.”
He saunters away, his tight ass slightly reddened from where I held him tight to me. Dropping my head back, I close my eyes and the conversation with Evans returns.
I need to protect Ben and tell Coach.
I’ll survive if I lose hockey. It’s time for me to hang them up, anyway.
But I won’t lose this.
twenty
Ben
Finding out who owns the Bloomburg Aspens is like trying to crack the code on the Rosetta Stone. Everyone is zipping their lips and giving me phone numbers to call that lead me to more phone numbers, until finally, I have a meeting.
Secret societies have nothing on the call tree of a professionalsports team.
I can’t put a finger on it, but I feel like Christine wouldn’t appreciate me going above her head. Until I meet the owners, all her calls go to voicemail.
The man I spoke to about the meeting arranged for a meeting in a brewery, of all places. Not that I’m complaining, but if I want to keep my identity secret and personal issues private, it might not be the best place for us to talk. I’m trusting the people on the other end for this one. It’s my only choice.
With Lukas on the road for four days, it gives me time to gather information without him knowing, and while I wanted him to be in on it, in case it jeopardizes his position on the team, I’d rather have time on my own to figure out how to deal with it.
The weather is growing colder, and Christmas looms on the horizon. When I pull into the parking lot of the Tilt-a-Whirl brewery, white Christmas lights hang from every available tree. It’s a soft, romantic feel despite the lingering aroma of beer, and it continues inside the establishment.
The doors close behind me, and it’s a quiet evening for the restaurant here. Two men in cowboy hats sit at the bar talking to a blond bartender, while a table in the corner has a group of men talking and laughing with drinks. Since I’m not even sure what the man I’m meeting here looks like, or his name I realize, I approach the bar.
“Excuse me.” All three sets of eyes turn to me, and I feel a little lightheaded. Must be the cowboy hats. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone here and I, ah, I don’t know their name.”
The bartender grins and sticks out his hand. “You must be Ben. I’m Zane.”
I take his hand and smile. “So you’re the owner of the Aspens? Are you sure this is a good time to talk?”
The darker-haired cowboy at the bar chuckles. “It’s as good a time as any. He’s not the owner, though. The fellas you need to speak to are hangin’ out right over there.” He lifts his chin towards the only other table in the corner with the four men.
“Oh, um, okay. I’ll just introduce myself to—”
But the man whistles loudly. “Hey, fellas, Ben is here.”
