He shifted again, rolling his hips forward until I felt him, thick and hard against the curve of my ass. Heat bloomed low in my belly, and suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything except how good it felt to have him this close.
“Yeah?” I teased, nudging back against him.
His breath hitched. “Yeah.”
His hand slid lower, finding the waistband of my boxers, and slipped inside. He cupped me gently, just holding, his thumb brushing back and forth in slow, teasing strokes that made my pulse trip. I moaned softly, rocking my hips into his palm.
“God, you’re warm,” he whispered, voice rough.
“So are you.” I reached back to run my hand over his hip, pulling him closer.
We found a rhythm, slow, deliberate, his hand working me, my body rocking back against his. Skin slid against skin, his cock dragging hot and heavy between my cheeks. Walker groaned, low and deep, his hips stuttering against mine.
“Finn… ” His hand tightened on me just enough to make my breath shudder.
“Yeah,” I gasped, my body humming with tension.
He pressed closer still, the soft grind of his cock against me driving both of us higher. His fingers moved so damn slowly and carefully, but I knew I wasn’t going to last.
“Close,” I choked out.
“Me too,” Walker whispered in my ear, voice tight.
I pushed back hard, feeling him tense behind me as his breath caught, his body shuddering. Heat spilled between us just as I broke too, gasping his name as my release coated his hand. We stayed tangled like that for a long time, still breathing hard, my back slick with sweat where his chest pressed tightly against me.
Walker kissed the nape of my neck again, softer this time, gentle and lingering. “You okay?” he asked quietly.
I twisted to face him, sliding one arm around his waist and tugging him closer. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, softened when they met mine.
“I’mreallyokay.” I sighed.
“Good.” His fingers traced a lazy circle on my lower back.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I said softly, and I meant it more than I could explain. The words left my mouth before I knew I would tell them, raw and honest in a way that made my chest ache. I hadn’t realized just how much I needed him until that moment.
Walker’s lips quirked into a small, sleepy smile, softer than anything I’d ever seen from him. He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to my mouth, and whispered against my lips, “Me too.”
We lay like that for a while longer, tangled in warmth and quiet comfort, until his alarm for him to get to morning skate chased us from bed.
“It’s not a heavy skate because of the Buccaneers game tonight,” he said after we took turns showering, then spent a long time exchanging lazy, minty kisses in the kitchen. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours… ” He paused and cleared his throat. “Unless you want to come with me.”
“I’m coming to the game tonight,” I hurried to reassure him.
“Yeah, but you could always come watch me try not to fall over while doing sexy things on the ice.”
Walker’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, grimaced, and muttered, “I have to take this.”
He stepped away from me, his phone pressed to his ear, and I hopped off the counter and started clearing breakfast, which was nothing more than coffee and day-old pastries. The conversation was one-sided, but Walker’s half carried enough information for me to piece things together.
“Yes, I tackled the guy,” Walker was saying. “No, I’m not a hero… yes… I’m with Finn.” He glanced at me then, catching my eyes. “We love each other… ” Harper squealed so loud I could hear her without even being close. Walker moved the phone from his ear, his eyes wide. “Jeez, Harp, you’ve deafened me.” He chuckled then. “Yes, I’m sure. A brother… Connor… yes… I love you too, Harper… Saturday… no, we’re playing a matinee game… okay… well, you book it, and we’ll come… okay… bye, love you.” He grinned at me. “That was Harper.”
“So, I heard.”
“She’s booking a table at Chico’s next Saturday so you can meet her properly, and she wants you to ask Connor to go too.”
“Your sister’s relentless,” I said, amused.
“Yeah,” Walker agreed, slinging his arm around my shoulders. “But she’s right. I haven’t met Connor yet, and I’d like to, and I want you to meet Harper. So, Saturday? Chico’s?”
