“Wh-what?”
“Fuck my face, Felix.” I slide his boxers down a little moreand cup his heavy sac. His answering groan urges me forward. “I bet these will feel good slapping against my ass.”
“Oh fuck, Greyson.” He moans, and I test different strokes and gentle pulls of his balls while I suck him down with greedy fervor. He rocks into my mouth, the neediest sounds leaving his lips.
“Grey, I’m close.” His fingers tighten in my hair and he pumps his hips faster. “Grey, I’m close. Stop. I’m going to—” His nails bite into my shoulders. He curls over me, shaking in my hands. “I’m coming, Grey. Holy shit, I’m coming.”
I hold his hips steady, sucking him harder, just begging for his load. He jerks his shirt up, moaning loudly while the sweet taste of him spills down my throat. His hips jerk. He tries to pull away but I hold him, licking him clean and getting my fill before I let him slip from my lips.
Finally, he pulls back, rubbing his chest. “Wow.” I pull his boxers back up, containing hands down the most delicious cock I’ve ever tasted. I want more. The evidence of how much I loved it is soaking my boxers.
I grin, thumbing a bit of his release from the corner of my mouth and sucking it. “Wow indeed.” My attention goes beyond him. “Shit!” Holy shit!
Startled, Felix looks behind him. “What?”
“They won! Holy shit, they won!” I’ll have to rewatch the last ten minutes. “They won.” My boys did it. Three more games to win. I believe in them. I know they have this.
I focus back on Felix, cupping his face so he’ll look at me. I kiss him, and it feels so different from any of our others. It’s like a silent thank you as he presses against me, straddling my waist. This time he wraps his arms around me, and my own circle his back as I smooth my hands along his spine.
He pulls back, looking down at me. I’m lost for words. I’ve never felt like this. It feels like a campfire, soft and comforting. Glowing. Keeping me warm. I tug him down fora kiss. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how right his lips feel against mine. It’s unhurried. Indulgent.
Finally, he pulls back. I see stars in his eyes. “Sorry I made you miss your game.”
“Believe me, it was worth it.”
EIGHTEEN
Grey
“Grey,” Felix murmurs. “Grey, someone’s at the door. I hear the phone. It keeps going off.” I feel his hands on me, shaking me.
Blinking myself awake, my first thought is to smile feeling Felix’s body draped over me. Damn, I like this. But my mood sours hearing the doorbell go off again. “What time is it?”
I glance over at the clock. It’s almost seven in the morning. Who the hell is here this early? The Otters won with the winning goal by Oli last night. I rewatched the last period after I licked this gorgeous man clean.
Watching my friends celebrate on the ice made me want to be there too. I’m so proud of my team. Because they are, they’re still my team.
I texted Atlas and Oli, congratulating them both, and told Oli to let Andre know he was incredible last night. Three more to go and the cup is ours. They have another home game tomorrow night then away games. They won’t win them all, which means they’ll make another round back home mostlikely. I’ll be there. Hell, I’ll figure it out and fly to Virgina if I need to. Either way I’ll be there for the last game.
I know they’re probably hungover to hell and back right now so it’s probably not them. Alyssa is most likely at home. We’re having dinner tonight anyway.
The doorbell goes off again. “Fuck, okay.” I grab my phone, clicking the camera app, and ice crawls across my chest. Shit.
“What?” Felix’s sleepy eyes blink at me. It’s fucking adorable, and I’m pissed I can’t just sit in here and enjoy this morning with him.
I look at the slimy fuck standing at my door. Don’t kill him. Do not commit a crime. Do not go to prison. “Stay in here. Do not come out.”
“What?” Then it clicks. “No, Grey.”
“Do not come out there for anything. Do you hear me? If he asks to come inside, I’m going to let him.”
Felix snaps out of sleep. “No!”
“Listen to me.” I cup his face. “He’s probably here this early to catch me off guard. If I let him into the living room or kitchen, he can check everything out. Maybe he’ll stop coming up here. Nothing of yours is even here.”
“Shoes.”
“I’ll hide the shoes. Hell, I’ll throw them out and buy you new ones today.” I try to laugh. “You’ll be okay. You stay here and lock my bedroom door when I leave.
