I pull him close, and one of my hands slides down the back of his sweatpants to grip his tight ass as the other adjusts my pants so I can walk, then I lift him up to wrap his legs around my waist. His hard cock is wedged in his black sweatpants against my stomach as I navigate the dimly lit hallway to the end, and I push him up against the glass, then work his cock out.
I grip him, stroking his length between us, and he grips my hair at the back of my neck, moaning into my mouth.
I love being the reason he makes those kinds of noises. Knowing it’s my fingers wrapped around him, my mouth on his, my tongue fighting his for control as he bounces against the glass, helping to fuck my fist faster and faster.
He bucks his hips, and a twang of pain shoots through my lower lip as he bites down, but then he pulls away, back arching, and a moment later, he’s spilling out over my fingers.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans as he peaks until he’s totally spent.
“I guess that’s one way to christen your new place,” I say, kissing his neck as he lowers his legs to stand. “Do you think anyone could see your ass through the window?”
He turns, and I wrap my arms around him, looking out at the city lights as he rests his head against my shoulder.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” he sighs. My gaze fixes on his reflection in the glass.
“Yeah. You really are.”
He spins in my arms and pushes up on his toes to kiss me quickly.
“Okay, let’s hope they left some paper towels or something because I don’t think I’d like to explain to the listing agent how I got an ass print on the window and semen on the floor.”
I chuckle.
“You stay and explore your new place. I’ll find something to clean up.”
“You’re the best.” He beams, and I duck into the kitchen to check there first. I can see Luka from here, his eyes scanning the living room like he’s picturing exactly where he wants to put things once he can actually move in. I find a roll of paper towels, a bottle of window spray, and a general cleaner under the sink. I expect the estate agent responsible for this place kept it there to ensure the condo was looking its best before each viewing. After cleaning up our mess, I go to find Luka.
“So, do you love it?” I ask when I join him in what has to be the master bedroom. It’s got a large walk-in closet and a private bath with a tub.
“It’s perfect. It has a pool too, did I tell you?” he asks, face alight with joy.
“No, but that’s great. What else?” I ask, and he takes my hand and rattles off all of the things he loves about his new home as we walk through the rooms again. He tells me where he’s going to put his bed and television, and the lounge he plans to screw me on the second it arrives.
“And you can stay over whenever you like. We’re closer to the rink here, so it just makes sense.” He beams.
“Well, if it makes sense,” I agree, and then he takes me through the condo again.
Chapter twenty-nine
Luka
“Couldn’thavegonetoa better man,” Reid says, shaking White’s hand and passing him the letter C from his jersey.
“Are you sure?” White asks. Most of the team is already on the ice warming up, and I should be out there with them, but I purposefully took my time lacing my skates so I could see White’s face when Reid handed him the letter.
“The coaching staff and the team agree, there’s no one else more dedicated to this team and bringing up the next generation than you,” Reid replies.
White glances my way.
“You’ve done your fair share of bringing up the younger generation,” he says, and Reid follows his gaze, a blush rising to his cheeks.
“I can always tell them to give it to Colt,” he says, pulling the letter back and just out of reach.
I laugh. “Please, goalies are too weird to be captain,” I say.
“See, even the rook knows you wouldn’t do that,” White chuckles, reaching for the black letter C Reid’s now holding above his head. White tries to jump for it, grabbing Reid’s arm to launch himself higher, and I have to wonder if this is what they were like back in the day. The decision to step down as captain seems to be revealing a much more relaxed side of Reid.
White finally grabs the letter and clutches it to his chest.
