Page 26 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 1

I allowed myself the liberty of grazing the side of his torso with my fingertips. “I know you’re stubborn enough to listen to the universe.”

Riley hesitated a moment, then melted into my arms and allowed our torsos to press tightly. He surrendered himself to me when I took a step forward, pinning him against the locker he’d only just shut. When he had nowhere else to go, he lifted his chin a little and closed his eyes as if to say, “Do whatever you want to me.”

My lips sealed over his. The kiss radiated white heat that clouded my mind. Maybe there were higher forces at play, pulling us apart, but I didn’t care. So far, the only thing that had ever torn us apart had been of my own making. I first needed to conquer that before I could worry over divine intervention.

For now, at least, I wouldn’t worry about anything. Despite our best efforts, Riley and I collided in this violent and beautiful culmination of a month of resentment and raw, unprocessed feelings. We put them aside, just now, and I savored every moment of this kiss. I savored the way he shivered all over and how his breaths were shallow when he inhaled with my lips still on his.

The kiss stopped when he pulled back an inch and pressed his brow against mine. “You think this will make us play any better?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “At least we’ll know for sure.”

He hesitated a moment, lips hovering over mine. Then, as if he cuffed it with his hand, he made my heart trip when he spoke next. “Don’t lock your shower cabin.”

I needed to hold my breath so I wouldn’t gasp. Only now that it was a reality did I feel what a rift had existed between my wishes and my expectations.

Before I left him, I leaned in again, pressing my weight hard against his body until my crotch sank into his and our torsos sealed together. I was merciless in the way I kissed him, filling his mouth with my tongue and letting him feel my throbs against his cock.

Airless, Riley pushed me back and licked his lips.

I held his gaze a moment longer, then walked away to wait for him in the shower. The rest of my clothes marked a trail to the cabin at the far end and I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Plenty of opportunity for something to stop us, I thought. It would be in line with how the last few days had gone. And yet, I found that flutters filled my stomach and tingling rose from my fingertips.

Riley Brooks. So many years later, it was still Riley Brooks who made me dizzy with lust and expectation. My heart was speeding up and my breaths were shallow when I turned the shower on. Water cooled me down until I heard his bare feet on the tiles. Another cabin door creaked and he turned the water on, then shut the door and quickly crossed the rest of the way to my cabin.

The door opened as he spoke. “Decoy.” There was a ghost of a smile on his lips before he pulled the lower one between his teeth and dropped his gaze. His pupils dilated and ears perked as he unashamedly scanned my hard cock.

He tossed a condom with a cheeky smile and I caught it, then placed it on the small space carved into the tiled wall of the back of the shower cabin where shampoo and body wash normally stood.

“You carry these with you to practice?” I teased, arching an eyebrow at him.

Riley’s cheeks were pink at the suggestion. “For emergencies.”

I extended my arm and he placed his hand inside my palm, entering the shower while wearing his underwear. The first splash of water startled him just as I shut the door of the cabin and he flung himself back, pressing himself against the shower door. “Jesus, fuck. That’s freezing.”

I grabbed his wrists and lifted his arms high above his head, cutting off whatever else he’d meant to say. His eyes widened and he bit down on his lip again. “Is there nothing we can agree on?” I leaned into him until his cheeks were red at the feel of my hard cock against his abdomen. I moved my hips slowly and rubbed myself against him. I remembered the unbearable cloud of steam that always left his shower cabin and the stark contrast of what he was getting now stretched my lips into a grin.

“There might be a thing or two,” he whispered, his words somehow distant. It was like he wasn’t even thinking about talking, but ran it on autopilot. His hands closed into fists, though he couldn’t move his arms from my strong grip. Instead, he inhaled deeply, his chest rising with expectation and eyes never leaving my face.

I was beyond words, too. The sensation of his cock pulsing at the slightest pressure squeezed the last of the oxygen out of my lungs and I released myself to the current. No reasoning remained in my head. No clear thought crossed my mind.

All I wished to do was to devour him.

To make him mine again.

If this ridiculous competition had any sort of ending, it would be with me winning and Riley gaining everything. There was no other way for us to function.

My mouth covered his and our tongues played and explored each other messily. When I crossed his wrists high against the shower cabin and gripped them with one hand, Riley gave a feeble swing of his hips in rebellion. The fucker was still wearing his white boxer-briefs, but we were soaked and they were starting to be see-through. And when I pulled back, I couldn’t stop the smirk on my face at the sight of his cock desperately stretching the fabric thin.

I rested my other hand on his hip and buried my face in the crane of his neck, making him wiggle in protest and growl that I was tickling him. As if that would make me stop. He should have known better than to try. All it did was give me another little way to torment him.

My hand slipped from his hip to his cheek, cupping it and squeezing until he moaned right into my ear. I silenced him, sliding my lips over his and swallowing the rest of that moan.

His arms trembled and I could almost sense the searing in his muscles. Being the villain of this irresistible play, I didn’t release him. Instead, I pulled his wrists higher until he had to push himself to the tips of his toes to keep up. My hand on his butt massaged him firmly, inching closer to the middle while his underwear stuck to his skin.

In an instant, the wet cotton irritated me so much that I released his arms and let him drop back to his flat feet only to grab his boxer-briefs and yank their edge over the curve of his ass. Sticky as they were now that they dripped with water, they folded in the front, pulling his hard cock a few inches down.

Riley whimpered, the back of his head bumping against the tiled wall.