It takes me about twenty minutes to humiliate Tate and get my man where I want him—alone, in my bedroom, with the door securely locked.
“You’re reading it.” Kolby has the LGBTQ romance he gave me in his hand, the one with the gamer dudes stuck road tripping together to a cosplay convention. He fingers the candy wrapper I’m using as bookmark. “I wasn’t sure you would.”
I dump my backpack and team jacket on the leather bean bag chair I insisted on bringing from home even though it took up most of the back cargo area in my mom’s SUV. “The cute cartoon cover—and your glowing recommendation—convinced me to give it a shot.”
“So what do you think?”
“It’s good. Sweet. Funny.” I close the distance between us and loop my arms around his neck. “And I can totally relate to the whole enemies-to-friends-to-lovers vibe.”
He cocks his head and studies me, his eyes searching my face until they finally settle on mine. “Are you saying we were enemies?”
“Maybe that’s too strong a word. How about adversaries? Or antagonists?”
“I antagonized you?”
My fingers tangle in the hair at his nape. The strands flow through them like water, cool and slippery. “I was pretty pissed off when you wouldn’t help me fix my class schedule.”
“Good thing I didn’t. If I had, we wouldn’t be here.” He plants a kiss on my jaw. “Have you gotten to the part where—”
I put a finger to his lips. They’re smooth and soft and slightly shiny, like he’s wearing Chapstick or gloss, and I can’t wait to feel them on mine. “No spoilers. I’m only about halfway through. I wish I had more time to read it, but I try to get a few pages in at night before I crash.”
He somehow manages to reach behind him and put the book back on my nightstand without breaking our embrace. “I can recommend some more if you want. For when you’re done.”
“I’d like that. But we’ve only got a couple of hours before I have to leave for practice and you have to get to V and V, and I don’t want to waste any of it talking about books.”
“You won’t get any argument from me.” He wraps his arms around my waist and palms my ass, and just like that my jeans are getting awfully uncomfortable.
I point to the bed with a growl. “You. There. Naked. Now.”
“No argument on that, either.”
He’s out of his clothes and on the bed before you can say “yes, and.” I strip as fast as I can and climb on top of him, straddling his hips. The bar through his nipple glints, taunting me. I love playing with it, and he loves it when I do, so I lean down and lick his nipple, flicking the bar with my tongue.
His eyes go wide and glassy, and his already hard cock twitches against mine. “I’m warning you, Puck Boy. Little Kolby has really missed you. He’s not going to last long before he shows you exactly how much.”
I give his naughty piercing one more flick before moving over to the other nipple. “Little Kolby?”
“Just trying it out. I’m not sold on it. I’m open to suggestions.”
“Let me think on it. I’ll get back to you later.” I lick a trail down his torso until my mouth is hovering over his erection. “Much later.”
I tease him a little, circling his head with my tongue and licking the slit at the top until his hips arch off the bed. But the truth is, I’m as impatient to have him in my mouth as he is to be there, so it’s not long before my lips are around his shaft and I’m sucking him like my life depends on making him come harder than he ever has before.
After a few minutes of panting and moaning—from both of us—he struggles to raise himself up on his elbows. “Wait.”
I lift my head and lick my lips, savoring his musky, salty-sweet taste. “What’s wrong?”
“Not a dang thing. I love having you suck me off. But I don’t want to come like this. I want you inside me.”
I chuckle at his inability to swear, even in the heat of passion. He gives me a lust-glazed glare.
“This is no laughing matter, Puck Boy. If you’re not buried in my butt in the next two minutes, I’m not responsible for my actions.”
“Can’t have that.”
I roll off him and grab a bottle of lube and a condom out of my nightstand drawer. Before I suit up, I bend down and kiss him. It’s our first kiss since we got to the hockey house, and it’s long overdue.
Yeah, I know we kissed barely an hour ago in the quad. And I know I had my lips wrapped around his dick a few seconds ago. But there’s something special about this kiss. It says this is more than sex.
