“Anyone mind if I fill in for him?” he asked, sweeping his mane of silver-blue hair off his face and up into the elastic that had been holding it in the messy braid earlier.
Technical rules said Renard should have been registered as our alternate before the game started, but this was a house league. No one, on either team, was going to turn down the chance to curl with an Olympian.
“You… need a broom,” I stammered.
Evan was by my side in an instant. “Hope you know, he’s here to spy. See how we do it. For the tournament,” he whispered to me.
“Probably.” I held out my broom to Renard, since I was closest to his height. Evan was shorter, and Robbie much taller than pretty much everyone else I knew.
“You want me to keep doing what Kerry was doing?”
I nodded.
He winked as he passed me, heading towards the hack. “Your boyfriend’s not wrong,” he whispered.
Standing on the other side of me, Robbie sighed.
“Seriously?” I grumbled at him.
“But he’s so pretty.”
Renard must have heard him, because he was chuckling as he chose a stone to take a practice delivery.
CHAPTER 6
PERRY
We did endup winning the game, which Darby and his team were not even mad about as they would have conceded and lost anyway, and it wasn’t terrible to say they lost by a single point to an Olympic curler.
Evan bounced all the way home.
His energy was infectious, leaving me jittery by the time we walked through the door. He laughed when I rounded on him, before we’d even taken our boots off, and pushed him roughly up against the door.
“Hey,” he said, grinning and breathless.
I kissed him in response, grinding my mouth down over his.
For an instant, he stilled, accepting the kiss, and then he kissed back, moaning in surrender when I dragged my tongue along his lips. Fuck me, the sound of him giving everything I wanted from him got the blood flowing straight south.
“Ev, I wanna fuck you. Hard.”
“Mmmf.” It was tough for him to respond when I wouldn’t let him up for air, but his hands fisted in my parka, and he nodded as much as he could with his head braced against the door.
“Jeans down,” I demanded, stepping back so fast he gasped and staggered. “Over the couch.”
He was quick to comply, shedding his coat and dropping his jeans to his knees as he bent his upper half over the back of the couch. He braced his hands on the cushions, and stared back at me over his shoulder. “Like this?”
I had already dumped my own coat and was working on getting my belt open with trembling fingers. “Yeah.”
He reached between the couch cushions and found a bottle of lube, which said a lot about our sex life. Handing it back over his shoulder, he dropped lower so he was folded in half over the couch and his ass was high and on offer.
I fucking wanted to slap it, turn his cheeks good and red, but that wasn’t something we’d ever talked about, so I settled for slathering a generous dollop of lube over my cock and lining it up at his entrance.
“You want prep?” I asked.
He was shaking his head before all three words made it out of my mouth. “Just fucking.” His voice was low and breathy, and his back rose end fell rapidly. Both his hands clasped tight together in front of him. Everything about his body was tight with anticipation.
Too tight.
