Alexei’s thrusts get more erratic, my own body is pushing back to meet his. “My desperate slut can’t get enough of me. Fuck . . . Eli, I’m going to . . . Take my cum, baby.”
The strangled sound he makes launches me into oblivion, and I start spurting without him touching my dick.
Then a wave of the most intense pleasure emanates from my asshole, contracting every part of me. I try to take a breath but can’t, the sensation turning a little violent as it cascades throughout my body. And when Alexei moves, he only reignites the orgasm.
“Milk me, baby. Keep milking my cock.”
After what feels like forever, my orgasm finally subsides and Alexei undoes both belts, then collapses onto the bed, pulling metight against his chest. “Here I thought I was claiming you and your damn ass laid claim to me.”
I nuzzle into him, too blissed out to think straight, and start to doze off when the door crashes open.
Alexei snarls as he grabs the blanket to cover us. “Jackson, get out.”
Jackson’s bored gaze slides over to me. “Figured you were his little toy.”
“Watch how to talk to my boyfriend.”
The sex bliss is gone, mushy love bliss taking its place. My heart flutters every time he calls me that, as if I’m hearing it for the first time.
I pick my head up. “Um, hi. I’m Eli.”
Jackson just shrugs and flops onto his bed, unfazed. “The boy from the party.”
My brows furrow. “You knew it was me because I was at that party?”
Jackson rolls his eyes. “More like becauseheran out of that party like his ass caught fire. Didn’t look like he wanted to murder someone, more like he was running from something. Then you come from the same direction, looking all flushed, eyes glazed over. Seriously, it’s simple math.”
Alexei tenses beside me, and when I look up at him, he’s death glaring his teammate.
“The showdown in the arena lobby spelled it out for any clueless idiot. Gotta say, Boy Toy, took guts standing up to Alexei’s dad. Think I sorta might like you. Enough to not want to kill you at least."
"Be still my heart. Wouldn't want to ruin any of your homicidal tendencies." I snuggle closer into Alexei. "Are all your teammates like him?"
Alexei snorts. "Only the ones I can actually tolerate."
"Wonderful. So should I prepare to be arrested as an accomplice at some point?"
Alexei wraps his arm around me and kisses the top my head. " Don’t worry, I’ll keep you away from trouble. Mostly.”
Jackson grumbles as he thumbs through his phone and I let my eyes fall shut, perfectly content.
Who would’ve thought the love of my life would be the asshole who ran me down in the hallway a few months ago.
Chapter 12
Alexei
The crowd's deafening roar fuels my adrenaline as our skates carve across the ice. Games against the South Shore Serpents are the highlight of the season, for both the players and our fans. The rivalry between the two schools has gone on for generations.
Supposedly, that’s common. When I came to Crestwood from Russia, Jackson and Walsh told me the North Shore and South Shore of Long Island are always at odds in every facet of life.
Walsh nods toward the stands. “Can’t believe their fans are stupid enough to fill our stands.”
I smirk. “Our fans are just as bloodthirsty for these fools as we are.”
Jackson jerks his head toward where Eli sits. “You tell your boyfriend to be careful. You know whenever we play these dickwads, the fans fight too.”
I look over to Eli, who’s talking and laughing with his friends, wearing the sweatshirt I gave him. He looks good in that light blue he loves so much, and seeing my number on him settles something primal inside.
