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THIRTY-ONE

NIK

The day after Charlie changed my life with his finger on my prostate, we’re all the way back to focusing on hockey.

Yes, I want more than ever for time to move faster so the All-Star activities get here and we have uninterrupted days together, but fact is, we’re still fighting for a playoff spot, and today’s game against Denver is crucial since they’re our closest divisional rivals.

We have dreams to make come true, and now more than ever I want to help him get his name on the Stanley Cup.

I feel like I could lift five hundred pounds with my pinky finger when we get to our early skate to warm up for the game, that’s how good a day I’m having, and that doesn’t change at all.

Because we decimated Denver, and then the flight down to Dallas for our two back-to-back games against them actually lands earlier with no turbulence whatsoever. Then when we get to the hotel, Laney gives us the first room so we’re able to have more time to nap before dinner with the team—which is filled with laughter.

I look around the private room at the steakhouse we always come to in Dallas and can’t help but feel like I’m surrounded by the happiest family ever.

Even though I’m not as close with all my teammates as I am with some of them, they’re still all important to me.

I want every single one of these men to succeed, to be as happy with their lives as I am right now.

Since I’m still rooming with Charlie, we get all the privacy we need for him to keep fingering me, and I always thank him with an enthusiastic blow job—which I’m getting really good at, by the way.

Charlie hasn’t said anything about wanting me to play with his ass so I stay away from it for now, but the second he does, I’m going to be putting my skills to the test. I’m sure I can make it so good for him that he’ll become as addicted to it as I am.

Life could not be better.

And that feeling carries on to the day after, when we play midafternoon and win. Even two nights after, when we have to go into overtime after we tied the game with a late comeback, I’m smiling through hard slams against the boards, and through exhausting sprints to win the puck from one of the Dallas players.

And even though we lose that night, after they get a really fucking lucky shot in, I still feel like I’m on cloud nine.

But when we arrive back at Vegas and Jules, Bear, and Milkman all get right on another plane to go to the All-Star game, that’s when it hits me.

Whether Charlie and I go all the way or not this week, there’s just no way this feeling of rightness can disappear. Not as long as he’s next to me and I’m playing hockey.

So when the front door closes behind me, I feel a sudden, stark need to tell him that, and his response is not what I expected.

“Is that really all you need?” he asks with a frown.

My mouth opens with the knee-jerk reaction of yes! But then I close it and really think about it. The answer comes clear and undeniable to my mind, but I can’t bring myself to voice it.

“Yes,” I tell him instead. My throat won’t allow me to say another word, at least not right now, so I just go to him, pull the strap of the duffel off his shoulder so it drops to the floor in the entrance foyer, then kiss him.

I’m sure somewhere in the back of his brain he’s thinking that we have to take our bags to the laundry room, but I do a good job of distracting him. With my lips, my tongue, my hands, my hard cock pressed against his hip...

Soon enough we’re panting and have to step back to be able to breathe properly.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I murmur, able to speak again now all I can think about is finally feeling him inside me .

“No.”

I frown at the definite refusal.

“What do you mean, no?” I grumble, a pout starting to form on my lips.

“You go upstairs and take a shower while I sort the bags, okay?”

The pout is very much a reality now, but I see his point.

“Okay,” I relent and lean in for another quick kiss that he has to step back from before it turns into more.

I take my time in the shower, making sure I’m perfectly clean for him, and when I come out, I don’t know how he could’ve possibly spent time in the laundry room because the bedroom has been transformed.

There are candles lit sporadically over the room, the only source of light, and on the bed there’s a towel, condoms, and a bottle of what I assume is lube.

I’m speechless.

I didn’t expect any of this.

He’s standing by the side of the bed, wearing only his briefs, and twisting his hands in front of him.

“I just thought—” He starts explaining something that needs no explanation, but cuts himself off with a wince. “Is it stupid and corny? It is, right? I can just blow out the candles and turn on the light. We don’t?—”

“Don’t you dare.” I cut him off this time. “Maybe it’s corny but never stupid. And I think I like corny.” I make sure my words are clear but delicate. I don’t want to spook him any more than he already is. “We don’t have to do anything, though,” I tell him, trying to make him believe me. “We can keep doing what we’ve been doing forever and?—”

“I think that’s supposed to be my line?” His confidence renewed, he looks at me, amused and still standing too far away. We gotta fix that.

I get on the bed, making sure the towel stays in its place, and pat the space next to me in invitation. He accepts, my sweetheart, and lets me kiss him as much as I want once he’s settled.

“I want your dick in me so bad, sweetheart, but if you don’t want to?—”

“I do,” he assures me loudly, then he lowers his voice. “I just want to make it good for you.”

“It’ll be amazing for both of us,” I say like a promise.

And then there’s no more talking.

We kiss for what seems like hours—it’s not like I could ever have enough time kissing him—and I think we both need that time to get back to basics, to remind ourselves how fucking amazing it is between us.

Since that first, out-of-the-blue kiss, nothing has ever or will ever compare to how Charlie makes me feel.

Soon enough his hand is on my ass, but this time, instead of pushing me to my back, he leans back and makes goosebumps break all over my body with his sexy growl.

“On your hands and knees.”

“I like this,” I can’t help but say. I hurry to do as he asks, and I feel a tremor go through me when he settles on his knees behind me and takes a good hold of my hips.

Then he starts that delicious torture of tracing the outside of my entrance to get my muscles to relax.

I moan and groan through the teasing, my body shaking with anticipation because I know the wait will be worth it.

But then he shocks the hell out of me when I feel his wet mouth right... there . If he didn’t have an arm around the front of my legs and the other steadying my back then I would have flown off the bed from surprise.

“Fuck, Charlie. What?—”

“Do you like it?” he asks in a smartass tone.

“Yes, I fucking like it, but warn a guy first.” I start out snappy but I’m moaning like I’m in heat by the end of the sentence because he gets right back to it. “Fuck sweetheart, you’ll never be able to stop me from asking you to kiss my ass from now on.”

I feel his laughter before I hear it when he leans back and lets it out joyfully.

I look back, because I never want to miss that picture, and smile at him widely.

“You’re fucking ridiculous, Nik.”

“Please,” I scoff. “Like you don’t love it. Now kiss my ass, Heart,” I command in a fake-ass growl.

It takes him a minute to get his chuckles under control, but once he’s back at it, there’s no way I have any more smartass remarks in me.

All I can do is moan, and it gets worse when he finally adds a finger to the mix. He clearly coated it with lube since it’s a bit cold, but it’s so freaking good that I don’t care.

My arms—as strong as I’ve trained them to be—give out. I manage to turn my head before I faceplant on the mattress, but the new position, so dirty and exposed, only makes my poor abandoned dick cry with need.

I reach between my legs to bring myself some semblance of relief, but Charlie must see it—I mean, his face is right there —because he bats it away.

“No, no, Nik. You’re not touching your dick tonight.”

I whine and finally cave.

“Please,” I beg.

“Not yet. You need to take three fingers and not cut my circulation off before you even start thinking about getting my dick.”

“No, please. I can take it.”

He chuckles darkly.

“Sure you can.” His voice is condescending as he keeps driving his two digits into me, a bit harder now. “I know my cock’s not as big as your monster dick, but I’m still thick,” he explains.

“I know, I know,” I cry. “And I love your dick. Please just give it to me.”

He grumbles and pulls out his fingers, making me want to go all hulk-smash on his ass, but then he pushes in three at the same time, and I’m back to having not a single ounce of strength in me.

I’m a puddle of need as he slowly increases the speed and the strength, and I can’t even speak by the time he deems me ready for him.

“On your back now,” he whispers gently, and helps me roll over. I’m grateful he does because I really am useless at the moment.

“Sweetheart,” I whisper, for no reason at all. It’s just all I can say at the moment.

“Almost there,” he tells me with a soft smile as he reaches for the condom next to me. I notice his hands shake a little, and though I want to hug him, reassure him that everything is going to be okay, all I can do is move my foot until my toes touch his thigh.

I look then, and see he got rid of his underwear at some point and his dick looks just as hard and ready as mine is.

He gets the condom on, pours lube on it, then spreads it with his hand, and then he’s holding the back of my thighs and spreading me open for him. It becomes all too real at that moment.

The words I thought of before that I couldn’t say bubble up through my throat now, eager to get out, but I don’t let them. It’s not the time.

I don’t want there to be any doubt when...

“I’ll go slow,” he says through gritted teeth as he shuffles forward on his knees, and then I feel the wide head of his covered cock nudge my entrance. And I know it’s going to be fine.

Everything is going to be more than fine because this beautiful, caring man is next to me .

“It’s okay,” I reassure him.

He looks up, his dark gaze clashing with mine and swallowing me up. Then he pushes in just a little, but nothing happens... and again. Then he has to look back down, to make sure he’s lined up, and thrusts a bit harder.

I gasp at the fullness, and concerned, he looks at me again. I get some of my strength back to reassure him.

“Doesn’t hurt, I promise.” I breathe hard a couple of times. “Just big.” That’s all the explanation I can give.

“Good. You tell me if you want to slow down.”

Not likely , I think to myself but nod for his benefit.

He pushes in, torturously slowly, but I realize that was wise when it stings just a little as he bottoms out.

We let out twin relieved sighs, then I’m smiling again, but he looks strained.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, jaw locked tight.

“Well, I’ve never had anything up my ass before so that makes sense,” I quip, my smartass coming back. “It’s like I’m a virgin,” I say with delight.

“What do you think all the candles are for?” he asks. Clearly the pressure around his dick is having an effect on his mood, but I like him like this. It means he’s not nervous anymore.

“To woo me, of course,” I tease, then I focus on my ass and try to relax the muscles. His shoulders lose some tension, so clearly that move worked, and now...

“Well, yeah,” he says after a moment, and he’s back to his sweet caring ways, looking away a bit sheepishly while having his dick in my ass. Adorable.

I lean up, managing to get my hands under me, then pucker my lips to signal I want a kiss. He indulges me, moving in slowly, but there’s enough of a shift that his cock is now filling me in a different way.

“Holy fuck,” I moan and my head rolls back. “Do that again,” I beg. He does, leaning in as if he’s going to kiss me, and then he pulls his hips back.

The friction is fucking insane. His cock glides perfectly, but it’s not something I’ve ever felt before. It’s a kind of pleasure I can’t describe, so different from his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” I moan, still unable to carry the weight of my head, so it’s hanging back and swinging with his quickening thrusts.

“Nik,” he growls. “You feel so fucking good around me.”

I try to say something about him liking my innocence but I can’t make my mouth move. All my attention is on keeping my torso upright and on how every pass of his cock over that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside me makes me see stars behind my eyelids.

“Gonna come,” Charlie warns only half a minute later, and I don’t have it in me to deny us, not this time.

“Yes,” I hiss, unable to tell him I’m close too, but he has to know, because he wraps that lube-slick hand around my dick and somehow has the coordination to stroke me in pace with his driving thrusts .

I spill all over his hand not ten seconds later, the force of it pushing me back and making me fall flat on the mattress just in time to see his face contort with pure pleasure.

He stays on his knees, his hips slowing down gradually until I’m sensitive all over and wince—only then does he stop.

“Okay?” he asks, voice hoarse.

“Oh, I’m fucking dandy,” I tell him truthfully. “A virgin no more,” I tease without putting too much effort into it. He still snorts so I consider it a win.

“And we have four more full days of this,” he says in wonder, eyes bright with excitement.

We do, and we spend them well.