Page 82 of Bad Pucking Roommate

“Oh, God baby. Oh, God,” I mumble as I tunnel further, heat blooming deep in my groin.

Justus’s rambling echoes mine, the two of us making an incoherent, writhing, sweaty mass of limbs and lust, too engrossed in each other to understand what we’re saying or doing.

It’s beautiful in its carnality.

Impulse driven by passion. Our actions raw yet, still loving in our effort to claw closer to each other’s souls. We sate both physical and emotional desire simultaneously, in the way that I now understand can’t be achieved without giving your heart to another and embracing theirs in return.

“Justus. Baby.” I pump out a final thrust and freeze, holding his body flush against mine as my cock bursts inside him.

The room around us fades to nothingness, my pulsing cock the only thing I’m consciously aware of as I cling to the man I love, riding out my euphoria, until his weight settles firmly on my chest.

Warm breath tickles the skin where Justus’s head fell after his release, tucked between my neck and shoulder. Peeling my fingers from his hips, I trail them over his back as he gently kneads my scalp, neither of us in any hurry to move despite the mess we’re lying in.

I kind of love it, basking in the aftermath of our rapture.

Then Justus gets a better idea. “Want to try that bath gel I got you?”

“More than anything.”

Chapter twenty-eight

Justus

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to carpool?” I ask Luca as I follow him to the garage.

“Babe, we’re playing for the cup tonight. No one will be paying attention to who rides with who when we’re on the verge of winning it all.”

“I guess you’re right.” I lower myself into his sleek Porsche, a car he reserves for special occasions, and it doesn’t get more special than this.

We entered the playoffs as the highest ranked team in the league, and swept the first series. The second series was more difficult, but we still won in five games. The third was a slog, and it took all seven games for us to get past that round. We’re now up three games to one in the final round, and there’s a chance we win it all tonight, on home ice.

Getting here wasn’t without its hiccups. Niko missed a few games with a dislocated finger, Jace strained a shoulder, and Noah missed another week with a nasty case of the flu. Plus, we’re all slightly banged up and exhausted from the rigors of such a long season. Most of thetime we can ignore that though, since we’re on the cusp of winning it all.

“So.” Luca revs the engine, bringing me back to the present. “What happens after the game?”

“You tell me. I’ve never played for a cup before.” If the butterflies in my stomach have anything to say about it, I might not be playing for it tonight. Not without losing my lunch first.

“I mean what happens with us. I feel like the original goal was to get to the end of the season, so nothing tainted our relationship, and now that we’re here… Do we tell people about us?”

The question is so unexpected, I momentarily forget my nerves.

For months now we’ve been keeping up the ruse that we’re just teammates, and as far as I know no one suspects otherwise. We’ve gone through great pains to keep it that way, driving separately to the rink despite living together, taking turns going out in public with the team, or staying in altogether. We’ve even made a concerted effort not to act like boyfriends in front of Niko and Noah, so we aren’t flaunting the fact that we’re breaking the no fraternization rule.

The only time we fully let our guard down is around Charlie and Jessie, because they won’t suffer any fallout if our relationship becomes common knowledge. The four of us have become good friends, which some people might find weird given Luca’s history with them, but I can honestly say that doesn’t bother me.

Charlie and Jessie helped Luca in a way that very few people could, and they were discreet about it, which I respect. You could make the argument they set him on that particular path in the first place, but he played a role too, so holding them accountable wouldn’t be fair. And truthfully, if Luca didn’t have that particular superstition, he may never have needed my help, which would leave us as teammates, nothing more.

All in all, I can’t complain about how things worked out. I have Luca, they have a baby on the way, and the four of us are desperate to spoil that little nugget once it gets here, which should be any day now.

The little bit of normalcy Charlie and Jessie provided kept us sane in the moments when we weren’t on the ice. Prior to deciding to keep our relationship a secret, I didn’t realize how hard it would be to act like I wasn’t in love with Luca, and letting my guard down in front of those two was a welcome relief. But at this point, I’m so conditioned to treating Luca like my teammate for the sake of our careers that the notion we’d blurt out the truth just because the season is ending seems like a foreign concept. Especially, since the end of the season doesn’t mean the end of his career.

“Wouldn’t we still be risking a backlash from management?” I ask.

“Maybe, but I only have one more year on my contract, so I could just retire if it comes to that.”

“Yeah, but—one more year. We can keep a secret for another year so you can keep playing.” It’s not ideal, but I’d never want to be the reason Luca ends his career early.

“We could.” Luca lifts a nonchalant shoulder. “Not sure I want to though.”

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