“What?!” he laughs into my mouth.
“Nothing… just…” I tap my forehead. “Silly thoughts.” He nods, then licks my bottom lip, his tongue coaxing me to open up for him. And I do. I let him in, sucking his tongue into my mouth, lathering it in saliva. I love sloppy kisses. They’re the best.Sloppy kisses with Cody.Damn, that sounds like an awesome 80s movie. LikeWeekend at Bernie’s. Only more kisses and fewer dead people.
A succession of the sweetest moans reverberates against my lips, pulling me back to the present moment. Cody’s fingers are buried in the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling at it. He shifts, and suddenly he’s straddling my thighs, getting comfortable in my lap. His lips are still glued to mine, the taste of caramel and peanut exploding on my tongue. I lose track of time, as one second bleeds into the next to the soundtrack of our moans, licks, and sucks. It’s pure fucking heaven on earth, Cody in my lap, his fingers in my hair, his lips sealed against mine.
Finally, we come up for air, Cody’s eyes swimming before me. His cheeks are on fire, his lips glistening and puffy. He looks wrecked.Idid that. I made him look all dazed and wrecked. I wonder if I look the same. I hope I do. I want Cody to know what he does to me. To see how he turns me inside out with just a kiss. Or a look.
“Your turn,” he pants, small puffs of his warm breath hitting my chin.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“What do you think about when you think of me?” he says, all smug, his voice slurry, his eyelashes fluttering. Damn, he called me on my bluff. He so fucking knows I masturbate to him and only him.
“How long do you have?” I grin stupidly.
“How much time do you need?” he whispers, looking too smug for his own good.
Forever.
“All fucking night, beautiful,” I wink. And there it is. I didn’t even have to think about it after all.
“Beautiful,” Cody repeats, stunned, his voice just as needy as mine now. “You think I’m beautiful?” He frowns, wonder filling his eyes.
“Yes,” I say. “I think you’re the most beautiful boy in the world, Cody. So beautiful that my heart hurts just looking at you.” And it’s true. It hurts. But in a good way.
In the fucking best of ways.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Luke
I swear to God,I had no idea lips could get this raw from kissing. But apparently, they can because mine feel like they’ve been making out with a cheese grater. A gorgeously hot blond cheese grater. Swallowing a groan and working overtimenotto look at Cody, I visualize all the ChapSticks I’m going to get at the drugstore while Caps tells us about his weekend at the All-Stars.Again.I swear, the guys gobble that shit up like watermelon popsicles on a summer day. I wonder if they have watermelon-flavored ChapSticks. Or Reese’s flavor, although I would just end up licking my lips compulsively and they would get even rawer. Huh, it’s quite a predicament; having a boyfriend whose lips you just want to be glued to 24/7.
Coach just pulled us through another brutal practice as if he’s still trying to make up for the practice-free weekend we had. Theguys are groaning and moaning all around me, and suddenly it’s Cody who’s moaning against my lips, into my mouth, around my tongue. I swipe the tips of my fingers along my mouth as I’m thrown back to the truck this morning, kissing Cody breathlessly outside the arena until we could no longer ignore the fact that we were so late for practice. I had no idea kissing could feel this good. I guess it all depends on the person you’re kissing. And as of last Friday night at my parents’ house, I’ve been kissing my boyfriend non-stop. Shit, I have a boyfriend. I still can’t believe it.
I can’t wait to tell Riley. We’re going out for a coffee after practice and I’m so excited to share this epic development with one of the most important people in my life. Although, it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s already put two and two together. I’m pretty sure my family guessed that we were more than just teammates/roomies before we even told them, given that my sister called us out at the dinner table.
I’ll never forget the image of my mom, tears in her eyes, her hands clasped in front of her chest, murmuring, ‘But of course you are,’ when we told her and Dad. I swear, my old man was misty-eyed, too, right before he pulled Cody into a bear hug, whispering something unintelligible against Cody’s ear.
‘What did he tell you?’ I whispered hours later into the darkness.
‘Who?’ Cody breathed back, his fingers linked with mine.
‘My dad. When he hugged you.’
‘Oh,’ Cody whispered, and I could tell that there was a smile breaking through. Up until then I’d never realized that there were degrees to whispering. Because at that moment, Cody’s voice was so breathy and frail that it was barely there.
‘It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. He did intend it just for you, after all.’
‘No, it’s fine. He uhm… he said, “Welcome to the family, son. I couldn’t have made you up better myself”.’
‘Really?’ Fuck, at that moment, my dad was my hero again after nearly a decade where it had been uncool to call your dad your hero. Way to go, Dad!
‘Yeah.’
I have zero illusions everyone is going to react the way my parents did. I know the world isn’t like that. But it’s nice to know that the two people who made me have my back. Have Cody’s back, too. I know we need to tell Coach and probably the team management too, but I want to tell Riley first. He’s been my wingman since I started playing for the Lions. My ride or die. My skate or… Okay, I’ll put a pin in that one for now. It’ll come to me. It always does…
“So, what’s the breaking news?” Riley smiles at me expectantly over his cup of steaming cocoa. There’s a smear of whipped cream on the tip of his nose, but I decide not to tell him. Not yet. Serves him right, the fucker, for grabbing the coziest chair in the coffee shop. “It better be good since I haven’t seen you for ages.”
