I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. As soon as I was upright, he tugged me into his arms. They banded around me, and it felt so good being there again. I tucked myself under his chin, nudging it up so I fit better. His head turned, his cheek resting against my hair. A deep sigh resonated through the room, belonging to us both.
I toyed with the buttons on the team polo shirt he wore, as I said, “Then I’ll stick to Alex when I think about you as anything other than my coach. I like it better. Is that stupid?”
“No. And there’s never been a time when I wished I was just plain old Alex more than I have since meeting you.”
“You’re an amazing coach. I’ve learned so much from you, and there’s so much left for me to learn, but… I wanted more than one night. I still do.”
“I wanted more, too. There were so many things I wanted to explore with you, Aiden. I still do, but it…”
“Isn’t possible. I know. I’m a student, and even more than that, you’re my coach. As much as I love hockey, as much as it’s given me, I hate that it’s keeping us apart. Going through what I did as a kid made me fear men, which made being gay difficult. I came to terms with it, with lots and lots of therapy, but it crops up still, on occasion. So, while I have a handle on it for the most part, being abused by a man and having that be how I experienced sex for the first time made it difficult to find someone I felt comfortable enough with to take a chance. My therapist said to trust my gut, and when I saw you, my gut did a happy dance. So, not being able to be with you…”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I knew it. The moment I realized who you are, I knew what we had that night was a one-off. The team needs you. I need you. I want to make it to the NHL, Sasha. I think I have what it takes, but I need this team and this season to show the scouts I’m worth the risk.”
He kissed the top of my head, one hand coming up to play with my hair as we stood together. The only sound in the room was our soft breaths and those of Hawk, who had scooted over to lie against my legs. After a glance at the floor, I corrected myself—our legs.
“I bet he’s a cuddler like his daddy.”
His chest rumbled with a chuckle. “He’s more of a bedhog than a cuddler. He’ll run you right out of the damn bed. It took me ages to get used to sleeping with him.”
I giggled when Hawk’s ears perked up and his eyebrows bounced. Alex’s head moved against mine, and he chuckled.
“He’s a brat, but he acts innocent.”
“So, you’re a brat tamer?”
I didn’t know where I got the balls to say some of the things I did to him. I even winked at him a few weeks ago. I still couldn’t believe I did that.
“Brats of a feather flock together. It’s no wonder the two of you get along so well.”
I pulled away from his chest to gaze up at him, not that it was that far up. “I’m not a brat!”
Chuckles turned to a full-on belly laugh, and I couldn’t help myself. The way his eyes crinkled and sparkled, and the soundof his laughter pulled me in, but it was the smile that stretched across his face. I craved a taste of him. Just one last time.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his. The laughter died, overtaken by a groan as one hand buried itself in my hair, fisting it tight at the nape of my neck. Using the grip he had on me, he tilted my mouth as he took what he wanted from me.
And I gave it to him. I loved the power he exuded when he took control.
Lips sucked.
Tongues licked and dueled.
Hands roamed, gripped, and pulled.
And clothes vanished the longer we kissed.
The last article of fabric hit the floor, and we followed it down until we landed in front of the sofa. Hawk scrambled out of the way and Daddy pressed my face into the sofa cushions, pulling my butt up and kneeing my thighs apart.
“This is a bad fucking idea, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’ve gotta have you,” he murmured, his lips kissing their way down my back.
His hand snuck between my legs and gripped my cock and balls, pulling them so they hung free. They rubbed the front of the sofa until he yanked me away from it.
“There’ll be no rubbing and grinding against the couch, little one.” He stroked me, his thumb rubbing over the head as he nipped my butt cheeks. “You’ll get off when I say, and the only thing touching your cock will be me.”
He kept stroking me as his lips teased and taunted. Nips and sucks and licks painted my flesh as he stroked me with barely there touches. Precum bubbled from my tip, coating my shaft as he thumbed it from the hole and rubbed over me.
His mouth replaced his hand after he pulled my cock back through my legs, sucking me hard and fast, then slow and gentle. His tongue dipped into my slit then bathed my dick, wrapping around me like a boa constrictor.
