He walks over slowly as his brothers leave the parking lot.
“Please tell me there’s actually nothing wrong with your car?” he says, and I laugh and close the hood.
“Not a damned thing. So, where do you want to . . . talk? I’d offer up my place, but I’m still with my parents while I look for a place.”
“There’s a hotel not far from here. I booked a room.”
“When?” I ask as he holds the driver’s door open for me to climb in.
“After I watched you tease me all night. I figured I’d either be taking you there or jerking off to a replay of those images all alone.”
“I’d love to watch that,” I say, looking up into his eyes glistening under the streetlights as I climb into my car. He closes the door behind me and makes his way around to the passenger side, climbing in quickly.
“The Rosewood on Fifth,” he says, sliding his palms down the thighs of his jeans. “And if you can get there in under three minutes, I just might let you watch whatever you want.”
Chapter sixteen
Reid
Idon’tknowwhatcame over me in that alleyway, but when we got back inside, Luka started teasing me with every look, every action, and it was driving me fucking wild. I could hardly wait for the party to end so we could hopefully pick right back up where we left off, though I actually had no idea how I was going to manage to make that happen without raising any flags. Thankfully, I didn’t have to come up with a way; Luka was already plotting how to get me alone.
The Rosewood is only a block from the restaurant and is one of the newer hotels in the city. I get out at reception and go inside to check in and collect the key. Luka meets me in the elevator after parking in the underground carpark.
“What’s in the bag?” I ask, noticing the small backpack slung over his shoulder.
“You’ll see.”
We stand alone in the small space, inching close together as the elevator climbs higher and higher.
“I should have asked for a ground-floor room,” I say, and I see him smile out of the corner of my eye. The back of his hand brushes against mine, sending a ripple of electricity through my arm. His fingers slip between mine, moving slowly, teasing me still.
“I’m good with heights. Besides, the windows are mirror tinted on the upper levels, so we can keep the blinds open.”
The elevator chimes, and I practically drag him up the hallway to the room. The second we’re through the door, I pull him to me, and our mouths clash together. We strip out of our shirts, kicking off our shoes as we fumble our way into the dark room, desperate to keep connected. The room is illuminated only by the moon and the city lights below, but it’s enough to keep us from running into anything.
Luka’s mouth fits mine perfectly, and when I grab his ass, he lets out a soft moan. I lift him to straddle my waist, and I carry him the rest of the way inside. His kisses move down my jaw, shivers rolling through me to my core, and my hands grip his tight, round ass as his fingers slide up the back of my neck.
Fuck, this is insanely hot. I haven’t been with a man in forever. With hockey and my brothers, I hardly have the time, at least that is the excuse I tell myself—and them whenever they bring up my love life or lack thereof.
In truth, I was afraid. Afraid of what the public would say, about how the team would take me dating a guy, because while the leagueis completely supportive of queer players, there are only a few guys actually out, and some people can still be dicks about it. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t push away the feelings I was having for Luka, and when he kissed me in that alley, I could hardly believe it.
How could someone like him actually want a guy like me? I’m like a decade older and I have responsibilities; guys like him are usually out clubbing and hooking up, being the free agents they often are. But here he is, straddling my waist, sucking my ear into his hot mouth, and making my cock ache for more.
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he whispers into my neck as he grips my hair and tugs lightly. I give up on the bedroom and push him up against a pillar beside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“You can have whatever you want,” I say, and he lifts his head, smirking at me with those adorable as fuck dimples set deep in his cheeks.
“It’s your birthday. How about I give you whatever you want?”
“In that case, lower your legs.”
He does as he’s told, and as soon as his feet are on the ground, I drop to my knees and unbutton his jeans.
“Oh god, is this really happening?” he asks, pressing one hand against the window, the other gripping the back of his neck so tight the muscles of his arm bulge just like they did when he stretched at the bar.
“If you’re okay with that?” I ask, pausing with one finger slipped under the seam of his underwear.
“Better than okay,” he replies, and I reach inside, my fingers wrapping around his rigid cock, and I pull it out, licking my lips at the sight of it. It’s long and thick, and there’s a bead of precum taunting me from his slit. I swipe at it with my tongue. The salty burst makes my mouth water, and I stroke him from crown to base, then wrap my lips over his cock head and swirl my tongue.
