“You don’t need to. I love how you feel inside me.”
His words make me moan. They send a fresh wave of desire through me and I lock eyes with him. Torin smiles shyly. As much as I’m fascinated with the way I fit inside him, my desire to hold him against me is stronger and I lay back on top of him, wrapping myself around him.
“This is perfect,” I say.
“Yeah? You like sex?”
“I like sex with you. I might be fairly indifferent otherwise, I still feel a little ambivalent about it. Unless I’m thinking about it with you.”
His smile is beautiful. It takes my breath away. “I’m really happy we got to share this. That you trusted me to be your first.”
“As long as you swear not to get pregnant, we can do this whenever you want.”
He laughs. I smile, pressing my face to his. Still moving slowly inside him. There’s a chance I’m not going to soften for a while. I’m not sure if it’s the actual act of sex that has everything inside me excited, or that I feel like I’m wearing his body right now. We’re no longer two different spaces in the universe but one.
I want to hold on to this feeling for as long as I can. I suspect this feeling is only because of Torin, and I’m good with that. I don’t want it any other way.
Chapter Thirty-Two
HUGO
When I getout of the gym, I have a text message from Torin. It says, ‘on my way.’ While I hated that he went home to feed his fish without me, I understood the necessity of it since we slept most of the morning away.
Okay, we weren’t sleeping. We were cuddling and talking and napping and maybe threw in a couple orgasms just for good measure. But before we realized it, it was four and I had to get to the arena for conditioning since I hadn’t gone this morning. Even though we have a game tonight.
And Torinhadto feed his fish. I get that. You don’t own animals that rely on you for food and then mistreat them. That’s just shitty. We didn’t have a choice but to split up.
So Torin went home and I went to the team’s gym. It’s fine. I don’t hate being at the gym right before a game. It means I’m already loose and warmed up more so than most others, especially our opponents for the night.
The Edmonton Razors. They’re a good team, but since Elixon retired, they’ve lost their edge. They’re still good, they’re just not great anymore.
It sounds really unfair in my head even though no one else can hear it but me. But like so many others, my opinions are shaped by Toby. Since the man is scarily accurate and only the haters try todisprove or disagree with him, I feel relatively good about my opinion.
Well, not good. It’s a mean opinion.
Anyway, all this to say that I’m feeling confident about our chances at a win tonight. Elixon didn’t make the team. He was good, no doubt about that. But with his retirement and the trades two years ago that happened to coincide with his retirement? It’s easy to say his absence is the reason.
I like to say that since he’s my friend.
When I head into the locker room, the first of my teammates to arrive are there and slowly getting ready. I wave as I head to my cubby. I pause there and take a long drink of my water before stripping out of my sweaty clothes for a quick run through the shower so I don’t start the game already sweaty.
Thankfully I’m not hockey sweaty, so I don’t need to take a super long shower. I wash my hair quickly and run my hands covered in body wash over my body. Then I stand there in the steam for a minute and take some deep breaths, readying my mind for hockey. It’s not just a game of skill, but a mental game as well. It’s important to be in the right mindset from the start. Anything, even something small like starting your day out with decaf instead of fully caffeinated coffee, can derail your entire game.
I had a very good morning, so I’m not the least bit concerned.
By the time I return to the locker room, most of the team is there and changing into their gear. There’s the normal quiet conversation that takes place right before a game. Nothing specific. Just… the usual.
I check my phone again, but am unsurprised not to find anything new. Torin is probably already here. It’s been more than an hour since his text that he was on his way. My gaze drifts to the hall that leads to his office. I’m tempted to go say hi. Just because.
But we all have our routines and I don’t want to interrupt his, so I stay where I am.
“You ready, Hugo?” Atty asks.
I nod. “Yep. Still warmed up from the gym.”
“I really should do that,” Wiliker says.
“You say that every game and then don’t,” Noah comments, grinning as he pulls his jersey over his head.
