Page 193 of The Husband Game

He took Charlie’s hand again and this time, he was the one dragging Charlie. He quickly walked around the side of the building, ducking into the alley that ran between the bar and the next building over. “Hey, let’s take the shortcut.”

Charlie side-eyed Dustin because the shortcut was probably gross and full of garbage and he had on very cute boots but he followed anyway because if it meant getting to a place with a bed sooner, he was all for that.

Dustin could afford to buy him new shoes.

Muffled voices made them both slow to a stop.

At the far end of the alley, near the street, two men stood face-to-face.

One of them had the other boxed in, his arms braced against the side of the building. A flash of light hair caught Charlie’s eyes and he tilted his head to get a better view. “Is that … is that Nico?” he asked.

Dustin squinted. “Looks like it. Not sure who the other guy is though. Kinda reminds me of Manning but …”

“Manning who?”

“August Manning. He refed the game tonight and he and Nico were kinda going at it on the ice.”

Dustin squinted at them again. They weren’t kissing or anything, just locked in what looked like a staring contest.

“I can’t see the guys face well enough to tell though. I swear, Nico’s been in a mood lately though so I wouldn’t put anything past him,” Dustin grumbled. “Whoever he’s with, Nico better be careful. If that little shit gets his name in the gossip column again, I am going to wring his scrawny neck.”

“Should we go talk to him?”

Dustin glanced over and shook his head. “Oh hell no. We are going to find the nearest hotel where I can get you horizontal. And vertical. And every other direction I can think of.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Charlie said with a laugh. “Lead the way.”

* * *

“That’s two,” Dustin whispered in Charlie’s ear, breathing in his sweet scent, dizzy with need.

Charlie moaned, thighs still shaking as Dustin eased his fingers out of Charlie’s clenching body. “Dustin, I …”

“I know.” He nuzzled into his neck. “It’s a lot. But I think you can take more.”

“It’s so much,” Charlie slurred. “Just need a minute.”

“Shhh, okay.” Dustin eased onto the bed beside him. “We’ll take a break.”

They’d been going at it for a while.

They’d started with Charlie blowing him in nothing but his jersey and heels, his slender fingers sliding into Dustin’s ass as he worked him to hardness with his wicked mouth and tongue.

Now, he could still taste Charlie’s first orgasm on his tongue and the second had come a little while later on his fingers.

He was still working up to the third.

Charlie turned his head and kissed him, his tongue sliding languidly along Dustin’s, his fingers tangled in his hair, tugging a little before he pulled away to breathe.

Dustin groaned, low in his chest, and slid his hand along Charlie’s back.

Dustin’s cock ached.

He’d been hard through the whole thing and hadn’t come once yet but there was something so delicious about watching Charlie fall apart, spread out on the white sheets, calling his name.

Charlie lifted up on one elbow, his lips red and a little swollen, his eye makeup smeary at the corners.

Dustin was reminded of the hotel room in Vegas and he flipped onto his back. “Ride me, kitten,” he begged.

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