Page 136 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

I shook my head. “Nothing. It’s just that a minute ago, you had a million reasons not to, and now we’re negotiating locations.”

He snorted. “Yeah, I call that the Damon effect.”

“Making you horny?” I beamed with pride.

His eyebrows flattened into a low line above his eyes. “Making me irrational.”

“Love irrational,” I said. “It’s so much more fun.”

Seth opened his palms and lifted his hands in surrender. “You win. Apparently, I can’t resist that magic dick.”

“Admit it,” I said.

“Admit what?”

I stepped closer. Seth didn’t move. My hand swiped between us. “You’re already hard,” I said, then put my hand on his crotch and found the proof. “And you fucking love it.”

“Wrong. I hate it,” Seth said.

I snorted, letting my hand pass along his dick just enough to make his gaze go a little lost. “No, you don’t.”

“I hate that I love it,” Seth corrected himself, then pushed me away. “Not here.”

I nodded respectfully. “Understood.”

“Old rules apply,” Seth said, turning half away from me. “Nobody can know, Damon. I mean this. I know what he’s like, but he’s still family, and I love him. I don’t want to put that at risk.”

“Got it,” I said.

“And no feelings,” he added.

“You don’t have to tell me that,” I said with fake bravado.

He snort-chuckled. “Oh, am I the weak one?”

“Just sayin’, I’m a famous hockey fuckboy. I have that effect on people.” Laughter bubbled beneath my words.

“Not on me,” Seth assured me coolly. “Drawing the line between that and sex is easy. Nothing else can happen anyway.”

It was lucky that it was dark outside, and he couldn’t see me fucking bleed. “Agreed,” I said, voice artificially light. “And when should I put you into my calendar?”

It wasn’t so dark that I couldn’t see him flipping me a bird.

“Where’s your sense of humor, Seth? You just had it,” I teased.

“I’m free on Friday,” he said. “Silas won’t be around.”

“What’s he up to?” I asked out of curiosity.

“It’ll either be a gangbang or an evening sermon. Don’t think he decided yet.” Seth stepped closer to me again, eyebrows lifting pleadingly, eyes big and twinkling. “I don’t regret hooking up with you, Damon. So let’s not mess it up.”

“That, my dear, is the highest endorsement I’d ever received,” I said, pulling him into my arms again.

He wiggled free of me and hid his expression when the smile split his face. “We have an agreement, then.”

“Love doing business with you,” I said.

As Seth disappeared down the stairs, the night air still humming with his laughter, I stood there grinning like a complete idiot. Every warning he’d thrown at me, every line he’d tried to draw, only made the victory sweeter. He could deny the feelings, deny the pull, deny me, but not for long. Because he still wanted me. After everything, after all the rules and risks, he still wanted this. And that knowledge burned through me hotter than the ice ever could.