He gives me a look before he sighs out a puff of smoke, dropping the butt to the ground and stomping it out with his heel before he strides over.
“You owe me for this,” he says with a warning in his voice.
“Man, add it to my tab.” I laugh.
As soon as I deposit my load, my attention races to Timber.
I’m surprised they left him alone, considering how protective they’ve been of him.
I’m not too good at staying upright, but it’s enough to wobble over to him in the dim alley.
Timber is so hot, even when he’s off his face. The first time I met him, I couldn’t stop staring because I’d never met an alpha that was so…alpha. He rises over me, his chest heaving like a bear as he growls. The first time he looked at me, my whole body fired awake, and when I scented him, I knew I’d do anything to be closer to him.
But there's a dead look in his eyes like life isn't worth it anymore, and it terrifies me.
It's all my fault, and I want to fix it somehow. Whatever it takes so that he knows he's not alone, even when he's surrounded by people.
“Timber?” I say carefully, and a shiver runs through me as he groans. “Are you okay?”
Before I can react, he shoots straight up and grabs my shoulders.
“Why are you here?” he whispers with pain in his hazy eyes. He steps nearer, dragging me to his wide chest, filling me with a bitter hit of aching coffee that sizzles inside me. “Why can’t you leave me alone?” he asks, though he’s the one clutching me.
I’m sure he’s talking to someone else, but it’s the emotion in his voice that makes me want to take more than I should.
Even if I wasn’t drunk, I would go for it. Because Timber Holtz is the sexiest player I have ever met. That year ago, when we shook hands before the game that changed everything, his solid look made me want to follow him anywhere.
Doctors and plastic surgeons had to completely reconstruct his face after the accident. I didn’t just break his nose, I smashed his cheekbone and his jaw. Part of me didn’t understand how he was still alive, but I saw the pictures of him when they took him to the hospital. Looking at him now, you’d never be able to tell how bad it was.
So it had to be okay to touch his nose, right?
I bring my arms up, returning his hug, taking another drag of his hard coffee.
He could be crying, he might be drooling. Hell, it could have just been my imagination that I felt damp on my shoulder. But his chest expands as he pulls in a heavy breath.
“Just take it away,” he groans, rubbing himself against me. “I’m so fucking tired, Kane. Take away these shit feelings like you took everything else from me.”
My body tenses. With a sharp stab of pain, I realize he really is talking to me. He knows who I am, and he still presses himself into me.
I’m a kid who thinks I know everything. I don’t see a difference between thirty-three-year-old Timber and a twenty-year-old me, except he’s been playing hockey longer than I have.
So, when Timber tips back, his body knocks against the dumpster, and the sound reverberates through the alley, all I can focus on is the way Timber looks at me.
His eyes are half-lidded, and he clings to my upper arms.
“Kane,” he murmurs. “This is your fault. Take responsibility for me.”
A lightning bolt shoots through my body, and I can’t hold myself back.
He cries out as I slip my hand downward, my fingers nicking his hard nipples through his tight shirt. It’s on him for having such well-defined pecs.
I push at him, keeping him upright as he clings to me.
“Kane,” he sighs again. I’m worried that if I go too hard, he could throw up, but he’s softening under me.
He pushes his hips out, his hard cock against mine, grinding on me as his hands drop to my ass. I groan against him as my cock answers.
Timber’s so strong, and he pins me against him as he grinds on me.
