“Still tasting me, huh?” Etna calls from the table where he’s setting out plates.
“Fuck you,” I call back.
I open the door while Etna’s laughing. Both look at me curiously. Maybe I should have waited until he was done.
Without waiting for them to ask, I turn around and let them come inside and follow the sound of my man’s laughter. No, I’m not fighting a grin because he’smy man.Not even a little.
“What’s so funny?” Julian asks as he steps into the room.
“Nothing,” I mutter. “Just learning gay shit.”
Etna sputters again, but this time, he at least tries to contain his mirth. I’m going to slap him.
“Right,” Horny says, taking a seat at the table. Julian hands Etna a bag filled with mimosa fixings. “Like… on the internet?”
“Nah,” Etna says. “Trial and error.”
“Your laughter must mean error,” Julian teases as he sits, too.
“You’d think so,” Etna says. He glances at me and winks. I turn away so no one else sees my skin heat. “But it was an amazing success even with the adorable mishap.”
“Fuck you, bitch,” I hiss.
He joins me in the kitchen, and I set him to work bringing in the food. His smile doesn’t fade as he brings the dishes in while I prepare some strong drinks. The guys can still see us from here since we’re in my little house. You can see almost every space from every room in here.
Which is fine. I don’t hate always being part of whatever’s going on. It means there’s never so much separation, and I can cook and still be involved in conversation easily.
Etna stops beside me and kisses my neck, his lips lingering. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “I’m done. Promise.”
I smile, keeping it as small as I can. Because I don’t actually want him to be done. I love his teasing and the way it eases the pressure of what we’re doing.
I press my mouth to his. “Don’t,” I whisper.
His eyes twinkle like there are stars in them. My stomach flutters and I grab two of the mimosas, leaving him before he can say anything. I set them in front of our friends, who are still watching us like science experiments. Waiting to see us explode or melt or something.
I take my seat as Etna joins us, placing glasses in front of us.
It’s quiet as we dish our plates. I’m all too aware of the way Etna keeps glancing at me. I bow my head, keeping my red cheeks as obstructed as I can and trying desperately not to grin. I feel like we’re putting our shit on display.
“You know,” Horny muses after a while, and we all look at him. “Gotta tell you. I’m almost envious of what you’re doing. You’re so fucking happy it almost makes me nauseous.”
Etna and I look at each other and share a smile. We are happy. More than anything. I’ll choke on cum for the rest of my life if we can keep this happiness forever.
“Thanks,” Etna says, his eyes still locked with mine. “We are happy.”
CHAPTER 19
ETNA
It’s me,Morgan, and Patrick on the ice for overtime. We’ve gone with a full offense and no defense. Which is really a bummer. Either Hilt or Keno are good at both, and we could use the defense against Detroit. They’re aggressive in our zone.
Having no defense may be a good thing for them, but for us, it’s not quite as good. Thus why having a defenseman would be a bonus. It’s a full five minutes of insanity.
Taking a breath, I block out everything around me and give my entire attention to what we’re doing. The puck drops and Detroit gets it. We immediately huddle around Horny in goal, keeping him as our center while we move around him to get the puck back.
Detroit’s number six brings the puck around the back of the goal and we shift so we’re facing the side he comes out on. He passes the puck to eleven, who takes a shot. I pull my stick up and the puck hits the lower part of the handle, ricocheting off and into the nets above the glass.
The ref blows his whistle, and we reconvene around the circle to the left with a new puck. Detroit takes the puck again when it drops and I’m momentarily irritated that Barren can’t get hisstick on it. Detroit eleven immediately tries to take a shot, but Horny blocks it.
