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SEVEN

TYLER

We stayed at the party until after dark, enjoying the easy going vibe of hanging out with our team family. Our ride home was relaxed, and had a peaceful silence, no doubt because we’d talked ourselves out earlier.

“You know,” Kevin eventually said, “I can’t believe I said ‘I love you’ under Henderson’s oak.”

The memory still buzzed through my brain, something I’d never forget. “Definitely wasn’t on my bingo card for the team barbecue.” I pulled into my designated spot in the garage of my building.

We got out of the SUV and met behind the car. His hand came up and cupped my jaw. Then his mouth found mine. What started gentle ignited fast, heat flaring through me.

“Upstairs.” he breathed against my lips, the word a ragged command. “Now.”

I nodded.

The elevator ride was an exercise in excruciating restraint as we shared it with a quiet older couple. Kevin’s eyes met mine over their heads, dark pools of promise that sent a shiver tracing down my spine.

The lock of my door clicked behind us when we were finally inside.

My back hit the entryway wall as Kevin threw his body against me, hard and urgent. This was what it was like to get checked against the boards by him. Except he didn’t run his hands over our opponents, or give them fiery kisses like he was with me.

“God, all day I’ve wanted this.” I gasped as he nibbled at the sensitive skin of my neck. “Watching you. Touching you, but not enough. Not like this.”

Kevin's eyes blazed as he looked at me. “You have me now.”

Four words. Pure combustion. I pushed off the wall and guided us toward the bedroom, shedding clothes—his shirt landing on the couch, my button-down dropped near the kitchen. Pants shed just inside the bedroom, somehow without us tripping over them.

We tumbled onto the mattress, down to our boxers. His skin, smooth and warm beneath my palms. He rolled us, pinning my wrists lightly above my head, taking the control. Fuck. This was beyond any fantasy I’d had about him.

His mouth trailed down my chest, over my abs. My breath hitched. A low groan rumbled in my core when his lips brushed the waistband of my boxer briefs.

“Tyler.” My name—a desperate, fractured sound that made my pulse hammer.

I looked up, finding his eyes dark with something more than just desire. He sat up, pulling me with him until we were face to face, his hands cupping my jaw with surprising tenderness.

“I want you.” His thumb traced my lower lip. “All of you.”

My breath caught. “I’m yours.”

“I want to be inside you.” The words came out hushed, reverent. His gaze never left mine, searching for my reaction. “If that’s something you?—”

“Yes.” The word escaped before I could even think. “God, yes.”

Something shifted in his expression—relief, hunger, determination. He kissed me, deep and possessive. His hands slid down my sides to the waistband of my boxers.

“These have got to go,” he commanded, voice rough.

I laid back on the bed, lifting my hips so he could slide the fabric down my legs. The cool air hit my overheated skin, making me shiver as I lay exposed before him. His eyes raked over me with unmistakable appreciation.

“Your turn,” I whispered.

Kevin rolled off the bed and stood. He pushed his boxers down in one fluid motion, stepping out of them with athletic grace. My mouth went dry at the sight of him—hard, ready, beautiful.

“There’s lube in the nightstand,” I managed to say. “Top drawer.”

He moved with purpose, retrieving the bottle. When he turned back to me, the look in his eyes made my heart stutter—hunger mixed with something more profound.

“Come here.” I reached for him.

Kevin crawled on to the bed. His hands caressing up my legs and chest. “I’ve thought about this.” His voice was quiet, intimate. “Having you this way.”

He laid over my body and captured my mouth in a kiss that flared hot. His tongue slid against mine, claiming, exploring. All the while, our cocks rubbed against each other, precum slicking us up.

When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

“Turn over,” he murmured against my lips.

I hesitated. “I want to see you.”

“All right.”

I shifted, arranging myself against the pillows as Kevin settled between my thighs. The sound of the cap clicking open sent anticipation racing through me.

The first touch of his slick finger made me gasp. He took his time, circling, teasing, before pressing in. The intrusion burned slightly since it’d been a while since I’d played with myself this way.

“Okay?” His eyes never left mine.

I nodded, unable to form words as he worked me open with deliberate care. One finger became two, stretching, exploring. When he curled them just right, sensations shot through me like lightning.

“Fuck!” My back arched off the bed.

A smile crossed his lips as fire flashed in his eyes.

“Yes. Right there.”

He did it again, watching intently as I writhed beneath him. I’d never felt so exposed, or so pleasured. Three fingers now, the stretch more pronounced, but more pleasure than pain.

“Kevin.” My voice broke. “I need you. Now.”

He withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he slicked his thick cock generously.

“Tell me if I need to stop.” His voice was strained with the effort of control.

He positioned himself, the blunt pressure against my entrance making me tense involuntarily. His hand found mine, fingers intertwining.

“Breathe,” he whispered.

I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to relax as he pressed forward. The initial breach burned, my body resisting the intrusion. Kevin froze, waiting.

“Easy,” I managed.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. The burn gave way to a sensational sense of fullness. When he was finally seated, completely inside me, we both stilled, breathing hard.

“You’re fucking incredible.” His voice was ragged, strained. “So tight.”

My hand found his face, drawing him down. Kissing him while he was deep in me intensified all the feelings. “Fuck me. Please.”

He started with gentle, shallow thrusts, each one sending sparks through me. All discomfort faded, replaced by mounting ecstasy as he found a rhythm. When he shifted the angle, he hit the spot that made my vision blur.

“That’s it. Right there. Need more.”

Kevin’s pace increased, each thrust finding its target with devastating accuracy. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more. His hand slipped between us, encasing my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

“Tyler.” His tone was almost reverent. “Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open, meeting his. The raw emotion there pushed me to the edge. Our bodies moved together, finding a perfect rhythm.

“I’m close,” I gasped, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine.

“Me too.” His pace faltered, becoming more erratic. “Come for me. I want to feel you.”

His words pushed me over. The orgasm crashed through me, white-hot and overwhelming. I cried out as I spilled over his hand and shot onto my stomach and chest. My body clenched around him, drawing a guttural moan from his throat.

“Fuck. Gonna shoot, Tyler!” He thrust once, twice more before stilling deep inside me, his body shuddering with release.

For a moment, we existed in perfect suspension, connected in the most intimate way possible. Then he carefully withdrew, both of us wincing a bit at the sensation. He got up and headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth, cleaning me with tender care.

When he stretched out beside me, I turned into him and laid my head on his chest, his heartbeat slowing beneath my ear.

“Damn, I needed that so much.” I planted a kiss on his chest and then adjusted so I could see him. “Remember how I told you it was hot when you checked people? I think I just sampled what it’s like. And fuck, it was good.”

He nudged me forward so we could kiss. “It was damn hot. I didn’t know I had that streak in me, but getting a little bossy, shoving you in to the wall when we got in the door…” His nostrils flared. “I’d be happy to check you anytime, as long as you want it.”

A low, guttural hum escaped me. “I have a feeling we’re going to enjoy figuring out what we both like.” He kissed me again, and I rested my chin on his chest so I could still look at him. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too. More than I thought possible.”

Silence settled as we caressed whatever we could reach of each other.

My phone buzzed from the pocket of my jeans. It was a text from Shane. I didn’t move to get it, too content with where I was.

It sounded off again. What on earth could he want?

“You can pick that up. I recognize that pattern. It might be important.”

I groaned, but since it buzzed again, I rolled off the bed to get it.

“Hmmmm.” I turned to find Kevin watching me. “You should walk around naked more often. It’s a good look.”

“That might be arranged, especially if you do it, too.” I grabbed my phone and found multiple messages. I read as I headed back to the bed. “Oh.”

“What?”

Kevin sat up, which pulled my attention as his muscular body moved.

“The team posted some candid pics from the barbecue, including some of us that make it clear we’re a couple.” I clicked the links Shane had included. “Aww, we’re kinda cute.”

I looked at Kevin, and he was wide-eyed.

“Really?”

I handed him the phone so he could see one image where he had his arm around me while we were talking to Petrov. “If you swipe a few to the right, there’s another where we were in a group that also includes Lawson and Shawn. In that one we’re holding hands.”

“Wow. I hadn’t expected that. Are you okay with it?”

I sat back on the bed, next to him. “It’s probably the easiest way to go public. The team didn’t make a big deal out of it, so maybe no one else will either. There are plenty of queer couples in the league these days.”

“But not on the same team as far as I know.” He handed the phone back to me.

“It’ll be a different take from the stories that came out about Ackerman and Robinson dating while on opposing teams.”

“That’s true.” He sat back against the headboard and I snuggled up next to him. “You know, I feel like I should be more worried about this, but I’m not.”

“Right? I was more into how good we looked as a couple.” I swiped back to the messaging app. “Let me write back to Shane really quick.”

“I suppose I should let my agent know about those, and my sister, too.” Kevin kissed me on the forehead and got up to get his phone. I enjoyed watching him move across the room, just like he had with me.

Tyler: Thanks for the heads up. Those were some good pics.

Shane’s response was quick.

Shane: This isn’t exactly taking it slow. But it’s awesome.

Tyler: Yeah, we just decided to go for it. The team was great. They kind of already knew. Had a betting pool on us and everything.

Kevin and I both texted for a bit with our siblings, and then settled back into cuddling, even though we should’ve headed for the shower.

“Damien invited us for dinner next week when we get back from playing down south,” I said, updating him on my conversation.

“I’d like that.” Kevin’s fingers glided across my chest, the touch sending pleasant shivers across my skin.

“How’s Meg?” I asked, needing to know.

A grin touched his lips. “She’s threatening to fly out here to help us celebrate.”

“That would be outstanding. Maybe everyone can come visit at the lake house this summer, too.”

His face lit up, pure happiness. “You still want to do that?”

“Of course.” My hand cupped his cheek, thumb stroking the line of his jaw. “Already picturing it. You, me, doing whatever we want. Having our friends around.”

“Sounds perfect.” He shifted, leaning in, trailing soft kisses up my neck toward my ear. “You might get sick of me, though.”

I caught his face gently between my hands. “Not possible.”

He kissed me, slow and deep. When we broke apart, he settled against me again, his body comforting against mine.

“You know,” he said, “We should do something for your foundation this summer too. Just because you missed the auction doesn’t mean we can’t organize something. A skills clinic or equipment drive. After all, I’ve taken you off the bachelor market, so we need to find other ways to help.”

The offer went straight to my heart. Kevin knowing that part of me, wanting to share it. “I’d love that.”

THE END