Page 39 of Burner Account

“Uh-huh. And this is why you’re not a hockey coach.”

“Well, that and I’ve never skated in my life.”

“Never?”

“Never. I couldn’t even stand up on Rollerblades, and I don’t like being cold, so…”

I laughed. “You don’t stay cold for very long. I usually get too hot.”

“Yeah, because you’re wearing fifty pounds of protective gear.”

“No, that’s goalies.”

“Okay, but you’re still wearing a lot of gear.”

“You could, too. It isn’t like you have to go out there in your underwear.” I paused. “Though I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to.”

There was a flicker of something across his face that I couldn’t quite read. A hint of discomfort? But he just chuckled and said, “You first.”

“No way, man. I need that gear!”

“And I wouldn’t?” He laughed, his momentary discomfort seemingly forgotten. “I’d fall on my ass!”

“Well… yeah. But eventually you learn to stand up.”

“Uh-huh. Eventually.” Isaiah shook his head emphatically. “I think I’ll stay in the stands.”

“Fair enough.”

“By the way, I noticed you don’t have…” He gestured at his upper lip.

“Yeah.” I touched where the stitches had been. “They came out the other day. I amsoglad they’re gone.”

He grinned. “Me too, honestly.”

A laugh burst out of me. “I think we’re on the same page about that.”

Isaiah winked, oblivious to what he was doing to my pulse, my body temperature, and my dick. Fuck, I needed this manyesterday.

“Speaking of,” he said, “my tests came back today.” He gave me a thumbs up. “Completely clear.”

“Awesome. I should have mine tomorrow. The last ones I had were at the beginning of the season, and you’re the only one I’ve been with since then, so I have no doubt they’ll be clear too.”

“Good.” Isaiah licked his lips. “I’ve been thinking about that nonstop. Topping you bareback.”

I couldn’t help shifting on the mattress. He really had no idea what he was doing to me, did he? But I just said, “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” He laughed softly, almost self-consciously. “What can I say? You turn me on.”

“Likewise. And I fucking wish we were coming home tonight. Three more days?” I groaned. “Not gonna lie—I’m losing my mind.”

Isaiah shifted a little. “You and me both. I can’t wait for you to get home.”

I had to bite back a whimper of frustration. This amazing man wanted me, and I was hard as a rock, and he was too damn far away. Sighing, I let my head fall back against the padded headboard. “I’m going to have to jerk off again as soon as we end this call.”

“Why wait?”

I met his gaze. “Huh?”

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