I melded myself against him and held him tighter, only pulling away so I could speak. “We’re in public.”
He grinned that wicked smile I loved so much. “So?”
I licked my lips. “We shouldn’t….”
He chuckled and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. I fucking loved hearing him laugh. “You know you want to.”
Ididwant to. I loved that it was possible for people to see us—it was my kink—and Dec knew it, too. While exhibitionism wasn’t his thing, he indulged me in the best ways. He saw my hesitation for what it really was—a yes—and dropped to his knees. I watched, enthralled by the way he smirked up at me as he moved to unbutton my jeans.
Peeking out toward the street, I swallowed down my excitement, my cock jerking in my pants. The parking lot behind the shops belonged to all the stores along this street, which meant anyone could walk down here at any time, and the thought made my thighs tremble.
Dec unzipped my jeans and dragged them down my legs with my underwear, my cock springing free, like it was begging for his mouth on it. He did just that. Opening wide, he sucked the tip of my already leaking dick between his lips. The pressure ignited a burst of pleasure inside me. The cold, early March air should have shriveled my balls, but Dec’s gloved hands cradled them as he swallowed me.
I threw my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair, tugging at the short strands with need. “Fuck, babe.”
He laughed around my hard flesh before licking and sucking in a way that had me so close I thought I’d scream out and alert all the people walking down the street to what we were doing. Goose bumps rose on the skin of my ass, the wind tickling it until I was caught between the urge to bust a nut down Dec’s throat and the need to yank my pants up. Coming in that warm mouth won, though.
“Oh, fuck yes.” I trembled and tightened my hold on him. He bobbed his head up and down my length, and I lost control of my hips, surging forward and jamming my cock down his throat. I didn’t last long, never did the first time Dec got back to town, and my orgasm sliced through me fast and sharp. I tensed, cum shooting from my slit and into his mouth. He took it like the champ he was, groaning and swallowing everything I had to offer, and all I could do was whimper in gratitude.
I clenched my eyes closed and let out a long breath, followed by a laugh as Dec slurped loudly before yanking my jeans back up to my hips and zipping them. He didn’t bother with the button, and I didn’t, either, because no doubt the pants would only come off again when we got home.
“I missed you,” I said, for what felt like the thousandth time.
He grinned, flashing me a smile so big a couple of the gold caps at the back of his mouth glinted. Rising, he pulled me against him and kissed my mouth, the taste of my cum lingering on his tongue. “I love you.”
I patted his chest through the coat he wore. “Do you want me to return the favor?”
He shook his head and dropped another kiss on my nose. “Nah, come on. You can help me at home. I’m not a glutton for punishment like you. Don’t want to freeze my ass off.”
Snorting, I wrapped my arm around his waist. He grabbed his bag, and we walked to the car. I unlocked the SUV and gave the keys to him because Dec liked driving when we were together. I thought it might give him a sense of control, which he enjoyed, but it could have also been because he loved cars, too. He had a Roman Red 1961 Chevy Impala at home in the garage, something he’d bought when he’d gotten his first paycheck while playing with the New Gothenburg Blizzards.
The roads were wet and icy from the heavy rain turned sleet we’d had earlier, so they were slippery enough that Dec concentrated fully on driving, and I let him. We didn’t live far from the city, having a home in a small suburb to the south called Meadow’s Grove, which I’d grown up in with my parents. After a ten minute trip south, we were close to home, cruising down a cul-de-sac and into a narrow driveway until we reached our five-bedroom Craftsman-style house.
“How was Portland?” I asked when he finally parked the SUV in the garage. We both hopped out, and I held out my hand so he could pass me the keys. I headed to the door that led into the house and hit the unlock button on the key fob.
“Shitshow.” Dec snorted. “Did you see the game before that? Tuccini fucked up.”
I shook my head and stomped the snow out of my shoes. As soon as I walked into the hallway, I turned up the heat before I took off my coat to hang it on a hook near the door. I regularly watched Dec’s games online, and while I wasn’t the biggest fan of hockey, I made it my mission to check out the games he played in. He supported me in my ventures, and I did the same for him. A birthday party for Nonna was the only reason I hadn’t seen his most recent game.
“Did Coach rip him a new one?” I asked as I walked over to the phone sitting on the hallway table. We rarely used the landline, but my dad called it. He refused to make the switch to cell phones for anything that didn’t involve work. It was entirely annoying because he would answer a text if I sent one but refused to send any himself. I hit the button on the ancient answering machine to check the messages.
“You have no new messages,” blared the mechanical voice.
“Coach would have dropped him after that stunt if he was allowed. Tuccini is fucking reckless. I don’t know what he was thinking. Cross-checking from behind. Fuck.” He peeled off his gloves, stuffed them in his pockets, and then slid out of his coat to hang it up as well. When he was done stowing his outerwear next to mine, he nodded at the phone. “Anything?”
“Nope. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.” I laughed. My cousin Elsie was having a baby, and she was due anytime now. Waiting for the hour she popped had been a daily activity for the family for the last two weeks.
Dec dropped his bag in the hallway. He held out his arms, and I bounced over to him in a very unmanly fashion. I didn’t even care. When I reached him, I dragged him in for a long kiss that had my toes curling and my cock stirring again, as though I hadn’t just gotten off twenty minutes ago.
He slid his knuckles over my cheek, and my eyelids drifted closed as he seized my chin and tipped my head up so he could have better access to my mouth. I melted against him, heart racing.
“How about we take a bath? My muscles could use a hot soak,” he murmured against my lips.
“You read my mind,” I whispered back, stealing another kiss. He was bigger than me, taller by at least six inches, but I enjoyed staring up at him and his bulky body. He looked even better without a shirt on. The tattooed wordsStrength, Respect, Heartarched on his chest, reminding me of the first time we’d met.
He’d come into PD’s shop, newly signed on with the NG hockey team and ready to celebrate. Our eyes had caught. I’d known instantly I was in trouble. Falling in love with a hockey player wasn’t an option for me—they were all in the closet, and I didn’t want to be anyone’s secret. Dec had proven me wrong, though, and always did when I doubted him.
The Blizzards had won the first hockey game I’d gone to, and afterward he’d come skating over to the crowd, walked up the stairs in his skates, and kissed me right there in front of everyone. I’d lost my heart that day. Three years later we were married in front of our family and friends—PD included. He was my best man.
