Page 44 of Back in the Game (Pride in the Game #1)

The sounds of Harrison moving around the kitchen always helped him paint a domestic, fluffy scene in his head while he lay in bed.

His sweet husband making breakfast for him and the kids. The smell of bacon and pine wafting through the home as giggles outside echoed in the halls.

With the kids distracted by food, Harrison would join him on the bed and lie his perfect body on top of him, leaving loving kisses on his neck and face, each one a promise for what would come later when the kids were at their friend’s house.

“Harrison…the door is open.”

Harrison hummed and picked another spot around his shoulder blade, biting and sucking until Jett’s toes curled and his feet started kicking. He was pinned under the bulk of Harrison’s weight and couldn’t push him off, which was both arousing and irritating.

“The kids are right fucking there—ah!” Jett bit the pillow when Harrison picked a more sensitive spot. “Killinger, the kids—”

He felt Harrison pull away and sit up.

“What kids, sunshine? You know Arlo was joking about the protection thing, right? You’re a guy, so you can’t get pregnant.”

Jett pushed himself up as much as he could with Harrison still on top of him, blowing his hair out of his face. “Wha…?”

He was greeted by the sight of his headboard, which belonged to his king-sized bed in his penthouse apartment. That meant he wasn’t in a cozy lake house in Nova Scotia, but downtown Toronto.

The feeling of disappointment surprised him, but he quickly shook it off. He didn’t want Harrison to think he was crazy.

“Shit, sorry. I was having a dream.”

He could smell bacon but no pine. And there were no sounds of happy giggles, only the rustle of sheets as Harrison leaned over him again.

“Sounds like a nice dream,” Harrison said lowly into his ear, touching his lips against it. “Wanna tell me about it?”

Large, calloused hands dragged up his sides, sliding under him to cup his pecs gently. Jett whimpered, arching his ass into the bulge that was already pressing against it.

“How many babies did you give me?” Harrison growled, fingers pinching his nipples until Jett gasped. “One? Two? ”

“Oh fuck.” Jett wasn’t sure what kind of kink he had just unlocked in Harrison to have him talking like this, but he didn’t want it to stop. Ever.

Harrison continued mapping out the sensitive spots on Jett’s back and shoulders, avoiding his neck so he wouldn’t have to cover bruises in public. He kept grinding against Jett, keeping the pace slow and gentle as he sucked on his skin and played with his nipples.

Jett was practically a puddle of want and need. He wanted Harrison to fuck him—and he needed it soon, before he came just like this.

One of Harrison’s hands left his abused nipple to travel lower. Jett was naked, so he easily took his cock into his hand and gave it a lazy stroke, punching a harsh moan from him as he thumbed the slit .

“Gonna have to do more laundry today,” said Harrison in a pleased tone. “You always get so wet for me, Sunshine.”

It took every ounce of his mental capacity to force his arms to move from where they were wrapped around his pillow, fumbling for the lube. Harrison chuckled, making his hair stand on end as he stroked him, amused by his inability to focus on the simple task.

The second he had the tube in his hand, he shoved it into Harrison’s face. “Don’t take forever. Need it now.”

Harrison let go of his dick, making Jett whimper at the loss. The lube was plucked from his hand and Harrison sat up, giving him a hard smack on his bare ass.

Jett whined through the ache, powerless to stop himself from grinding his cock against the bed.

“Arms around the pillow. Ass in the air.”

He moved so fast to comply that his spine cracked.

He couldn’t wait to have Harrison’s dick inside of him again.

The first time had ruined him for anyone else, and he had been craving the way Harrison had filled him up since that first night.

It was a miracle he played as well as he did the next day.

His ass had been aching ever since, an intimate reminder that Harrison was there with him, standing behind his bench.

It was all he’d been able to think about as he felt Harrison looming over him, sending tingling sensations through his body whenever he used that demanding voice to order the guys around.

He still felt tender as Harrison pressed a lubed finger inside, but he liked the burn. Jett lifted his hips higher, forcing the finger as deep as it would go.

“Eager, are we?”

Jett had no chance to respond before the finger disappeared and was replaced by two, both curling to touch that spot that took his breath away.

“Yes, fuck—right there.”

Harrison said something in a low rumble, but Jett couldn’t hear the words over his own voice hollering in his head. Keep doing that. Don’t stop doing that. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.

He had fingered himself before and fucked himself with toys, but nothing compared to Harrison’s long, warm fingers hitting every place that felt good. He could hear the wet sound of lube as he opened him up, thrusting inside hard enough to make him whine.

“How are you feeling?” Harrison asked him, somehow pulling Jett out of his thoughts. “Are you close? Want to cum on my fingers before you cum on my cock?”

“Please!” Jett’s eyes were watering, and his arms were aching from how hard he gripped the pillow. “I can do it, just—”

The fingers were gone, but before Jett could start crying for real, they returned with more lube.

Jett shoved his face into the pillow, hips moving frantically as Harrison pushed him closer to the edge.

The stretch of a third joining was what got him there, and he screamed into the pillow as he came hard enough to feel dizzy.

Harrison angled away from his prostate as he came down from the high of his brain-breaking orgasm, but he kept prepping him, biting and sucking on Jett’s back to ground him once more.

Jett was covered with sweat, panting and oversensitive, but it wasn’t enough. He pulled his face out of his pillow and shot a look at Harrison over his shoulder. He couldn’t find the words to communicate, so he raised his hips and bit his lip, silently begging his man to fuck him.

Harrison’s eyes were so dark that Jett could barely make out the blue. The teasing snapped the last of Harrison’s control. He grinned just before his head was shoved back into the pillow and held there, keeping it tilted enough so he could still breathe.

“I love it when you submit like this,” said Harrison, using his legs to spread Jett’s thighs wider. “You’re so pretty when you’re begging to get fucked.”

Harrison’s words had heat coursing through him. He felt damn-near delirious with arousal. It was all he could do to arch his back and plead with Harrison to take him.

The fingers left and were replaced with something much bigger pressing against his hole, daring to slide inside. He moaned loudly, the sound muffled by his pillow.

“That’s right, baby.” The hand not holding him down gripped his hip, guiding him back. “Let me inside you again. ”

Fuck, Harrison’s mouth was so filthy. Jett could do nothing but follow his directions, relaxing his body as his boyfriend’s cock slowly filled him up.

It was euphoric. Harrison was so deep inside of him that he swore his lungs had less room to take in air.

“Such a good boy,” said Harrison. “You took all of me in one go.”

Jett whimpered, praying that Harrison would shut up for once and move .

“Fuck, you’re so hot and tight, Jett. I love being inside you.”

And just when Jett thought he was about to lose his mind, Harrison pulled out halfway, only to slam himself back inside.

Every coherent thought he’d had before vanished, burned away by the overwhelming heat flooding his body.

All that remained was the sharp, rhythmic slap of Harrison’s thighs against his ass, echoing through the room.

The pressure was relentless, each thrust fast and deep, driving into him with such force that Jett could hardly catch his breath.

His fingers twisted in the sheets, toes curling as wave after wave crashed over him, leaving him dizzy and wrecked, completely at Harrison’s mercy.

The hand on the back of his neck finally released, and Jett sucked in a shaky breath—only to have it punched right out of him with the next thrust. Harrison's grip on his waist was unrelenting, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to leave bruises.

He held Jett up with effortless strength, using his grip to slam him back onto his cock again and again, their bodies colliding in a rhythm that left Jett unable to think, let alone speak.

Jett shoved the pillow out of the way and pushed himself up onto his elbows, one hand braced against the headboard for leverage as he chased his second orgasm of the morning.

Fire licked down his spine with every thrust, his nerves sparking as Harrison drove into him, hitting his prostate dead-on each time he bottomed out.

The pressure was unbearable in the best way, and Jett was unravelling fast.

“Need help getting yourself there?” Harrison said, panting. “Tell me, Jett.”

“No!” Jett frankly couldn’t believe it himself, but he didn’t. “I’m almost there. Don’t stop fucking me—I want you to fill me up—”

Harrison’s moan was loud and sexy as hell.

Jett’s arms gave out, and he collapsed onto the mattress, shoving his knuckles between his teeth to muffle the scream threatening to tear out of him as his orgasm hit like a freight train.

He came hard, spilling across the sheets and adding to the growing mess, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Not with Harrison’s rhythm faltering, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release.

Harrison buried his face between Jett’s shoulder blades, cursing through gritted teeth as he came deep inside him. His thrusts slowed, growing uneven, until his hips finally stilled—spent and trembling against Jett’s back.

It was so hot knowing that Harrison had claimed him both inside and out. It was so hot knowing that he was the one that drove Harrison to fuck him hard enough that they were both half-dead by the end of it.

“God, Jett.” Harrison kissed his neck. “I’m trying to be gentle with you, but you keep making me change my mind.”

Those words made Jett happier than Harrison could ever know. Everything they had now was because Jett had made him change his mind. He didn’t ever want to stop changing his mind.

Harrison carefully pulled out and flopped onto his side, bringing Jett with him. He curled his large body around Jett’s, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Well, I think breakfast might be cold now.”

Jett reached over his shoulder and cupped Harrison’s jaw, giving it a playful shake. “You started it.”

“Me?” Harrison bit his finger. “You were the one who started talking about kids. How was I supposed to react?”

Right, the dream. Fuck, Jett couldn’t believe that was the thing that drove Harrison to pounce on him.

“You want kids?” Jett asked him, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

“Doesn’t every hockey player?” Harrison nuzzled into Jett’s neck, taking a deep breath. “I knew it would be harder for me because I’m gay, but the thought of teaching my kid to skate, bringing them to games and having a family? Yeah, I wanted that.”

Jett couldn’t help himself. “Wanted?”

When Harrison went quiet, Jett worried that he had said something wrong .

“Wanted or want, it doesn’t matter to me,” said Harrison, finally breaking the silence. “I’ll go along with whatever you decide. You’re more important to me than some daydream I used to have growing up.”

“Thank fuck.”

It took a great amount of effort for him to roll over and face his boyfriend, but soon he was back in Harrison’s arms, wrapped up in his warmth. He looked into blue eyes, his lip swollen and aching as he nibbled on the bottom one nervously.

Without needing to be asked, Harrison leaned in and kissed him, sweeping his tongue over Jett’s mouth until he relented and stopped biting it.

“I was worried,” said Jett. “I didn’t want to bring it up because this thing between us is so new, but I’m glad you want kids too, because that was…

possibly a deal-breaker for me? I was willing to settle for cats if you didn’t like kids, and since you were a hermit, I had a feeling that kids were not in your life plan, so now that I know it is—”

Harrison shut him up with another kiss. Jett whimpered into his mouth, heat pooling in his belly as his mouth was devoured. Harrison kissed like he fucked, domineering and possessive in all the right ways.

When Jett ran out of breath, Harrison pressed their foreheads together. “Win the cup first and we’ll talk kids.”

Jett didn’t even know that was an option. With the promise of family on the line, there was no way he wasn’t walking away without a championship ring this year.

“What about cats?”

Harrison gripped his ass before giving it a gentle smack. “How about breakfast, and then you can show me around the city? I’d like to get to know my new home before we make any life-changing decisions.”

That was fine too. Jett could handle that.

He was sad when Harrison groaned and let go of him, getting out of bed to stretch. The sadness only lasted long enough for Harrison to bend down and scoop him up like he weighed nothing, which was impossible because he was a heavy fucking athlete, thank you.

He complained all the way to the bathroom until Harrison set him down on the bench inside the walk-in shower, ruffling his curls affectionately .

“Get showered and I’ll clean up the mess,” said Harrison. “I’ll try to save breakfast if I can.”

Jett flipped him off, glaring when Harrison laughed. “Stop picking me up. You’re going to hurt your fucking leg.”

“You say that,” said Harrison, grinning. “But I bet if I fucked you against a wall, you wouldn’t be worrying about my leg.”

Jett stammered, unable to get his tongue working well enough to properly respond. He settled for flipping his boyfriend off again, his skin flushing as Harrison’s laughter carried to the kitchen.