“Wow,” was all I could say as Eli pulled off of me with a wet pop. Cum dripped from the tip of my still-hard dick. He seemed as out of breath as I felt. His chest was flushed pink, as were his cheeks. And his smile was as wide as a toothy ravine.
“That was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever come that much before.”
Looking down at the puddle he’d made, I would have to agree.
“And I have a feeling you can probably say the same thing. I’m dripping.”
“Perfect. I want you to play the game later today with my load still inside you, then.” I grinned at him, winked. “Now, can you get me out of these chains? My wrists are starting to hurt.”
“Holy shit, of course, hold on. Jeez.” He went looking for the key, his pale bubble butt bouncing around the room and giving me the perfect view of the perfect boyfriend.
Mine.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The Flood at the Shore
ELI
The fifth annualBurlington Bobcats “Skate the Shore” fundraiser event was in full swing. It was set up at a temporary rink built right on the shore of the beautiful Lake Champlain. We were in the thick of winter now, with a bitter chill in the air that had me extra bundled up today. The lake had the shimmer of a freeze beginning to happen, the water turning solid the closer it got to the shore. There were dozens of kids running around, putting on skates, taking photos with the team, and getting their jerseys and their caps all signed. There was local news coverage and food and drinks, all to benefit the local children’s hospital. I manned the hot chocolate booth with Dylan, pouring mug after mug of sweet-smelling hot chocolate.
It was a heartwarming way to spend a Saturday. It was also a great distraction from the singular thought that seemed to have taken over these last few weeks.
I have a boyfriend.
A boyfriend who played on the same hockey team as me and who also secretly happened to be a shifter.
What the actual fuck?
I’d had a couple of weeks to digest all of that, and it was still a difficult pill to swallow. Not that Ididn’twant to swallow. Because, trust me, I fucking swallowed. It was just the thought of what would happen next that scared me. I loved this blissful little bubble Gabe and I floated in, but I also wasn’t born yesterday. I knew the slightest amount of outside pressure would pop that shit and send us tumbling down to our demise.
“I think we’re running out of marshmallows,” Dylan said as he popped an oversized marshmallow into his mouth.
“There must be a rat somewhere around here.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Or maybe a wolf?” I said with a wink.
That got a belly laugh out of him with enough force behind it that it sent the marshmallow flying out of his mouth and smacking me on the forehead. Which in turn had me cracking up.
“Sorry, bro,” Dylan said. “Didn’t mean to assault you with a marshmallow.”
“All good. I’ve been hit in the head with a puck before. That might as well have been a kiss.”
He laughed at that and leaned back against the counter. Our post was outside near the rink, surrounded by tables with baby blue and white striped seats. A couple of kids were being coached on how to pass a puck by Gabe, who seemed to be a natural with kids. I’d been watching him from the corner of my eye practically all day. I’d been more than impressed with how easy it was for him to make the kids laugh and feel comfortable, even with many of them nervous because they were meeting their favorite players. I’d occasionally look over and spot him getting chased by a gaggle of them, or taking a selfie with a teen, or evenholding someone’s smiling little baby in his arms at one point.
“You and Gabe fit well together.”
My head snapped in Dyl’s direction. Shit. I hadn’t realized I’d been that obvious.
Oh no. Would that upset Gabe? Had I messed up?
“It’s obvious, so don’t be surprised I know. I see how you guys act together. Hell, even how you play together. It’s like you can read each other’s minds out there.”
I swallowed down my nerves. I had to play this cool. I wasn’t sure how much Gabe was going to tell his pack, but I didn’t want it to be me who broke the news that we were officially together. “We do really click well. He’s a great guy.”
“He is. And he deserves someone equally as great. I’ve known him for five years now, and he’s always acted as if he was cool being single, but you want to know what?”
