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CHAPTER 32

KENO

I sit up. Etna’s dick slides deep inside me, and I groan as gravity pulls me down. How can this feel so good? Fire floods my body, making me break out in a sweat. I can’t catch my breath, like I’m in a sauna. Why haven’t I been doing this my entire life?

Adjusting my legs under me, I rise until his crown is just barely pressed against my stretched hole before sinking down again. My eyes roll. There was a time when I’d have a girl on top of me, watching them get lost and wonder if they truly did feel everything so much more when they’re on top. Did it really make them feel overwhelmed with the sensation?

The answer is yes. Okay, the parts and plumbing are different, but yes. I get it now. How filled I am. How Etna seems to reach parts of me I didn’t think was possible. The pleasure in feeling it. The enjoyment in driving him as deep as I can and feeling the zing of pleasure shoots through me.

I groan as I ride him, grunting and moaning while I bounce on his dick. His super fine, fucking perfect dick. When I open my eyes to look at Etna, he’s watching me with such lust and desire in his eyes that another wave of fire floods my system. His eyes are glued to me, his lips are parted, and his chest heaves, making the muscles all down his torso flex and quiver.

He has his hands over his head, gripping the pillow under him while he lets me take control. He lets me ride him how I want to without his interference. Not that he ever really interferes. But I think he wants to take the temptation to urge me in any direction completely off the table.

But the way he watches me. God, I could get lost in it. Between that and the way I feel right now, I don’t ever want this moment to end.

Did I say his dick is perfect? I love how there’s just enough stretch every single time I sink down on him. The way he grunts when I clench my ass around him. I love when I grind down deep how he can’t seem to hold still and bucks up into me.

I love everything about this man. And I get to spend the rest of my life with him.

Leaning forward, I brace myself with my hands on Etna’s chest. It serves to ground me. Etna’s hands cover mine. A drop of sweat falls from the tip of my nose onto his chest as I bounce. In this position, Etna thrusts up to meet me.

I feel dizzy. Heady. The world feels dark and is filled with such immense pleasure, I’m going to drown in it. I’m not even sad about it.

“Etna,” I pant. “Your turn.”

He moves immediately, rolling us onto our sides and pulling out of me. I’m too tired to participate when he climbs behind me and wraps his arms around my chest, locking my hands in place. He has some fucking skill because he manages to line his dick up and slide right in again without guidance or assistance. I told him it’s a superpower. I’m pretty sure it is.

Etna takes over, thrusting into me with force. The pitch of my grunts gets higher and higher as my orgasm builds. The edges of my vision darken. Spots appear. We roll a little more and I’m practically pinned between Etna and the bed as he drives into me. The only thing I hear over my desperate, high-pitched grunts is the sound of our bodies slapping together.

Quickly. Getting faster. Harder. More desperate.

I need to touch my dick. “Etna,” I beg. “Please.”

He growls in my ear. The sexiest damn sound I’ve ever heard. A low rumble that vibrates throughout my entire body, snaking its way through me like liquid poison following a rapid river. It reaches my balls, and that’s all I need.

My orgasm bursts, making my body spasm. A choked scream gets caught in my throat as the peak of pleasure rushes through me, flooding me until I’m nearly drowning, rushing out of me through every crack. Tears sting the corner of my eyes.

Etna buries himself deep inside me and I feel his dick pulse with his orgasm. He grunts, then groans. His grip on me tightens, making my ribs protest and my lungs struggle. His dick pulses again and I shiver at the thrill of it. Holy fuck, I love when he unloads in me. What kind of sick satisfaction is this?

There’s a moment when our orgasms have ended that I feel like we’re suspended in time and space. Struggling to catch a full breath. When I finally manage, we come crashing down onto the bed. I swear, there’s even a slight bounce. My muscles slacken entirely, and I feel like a blob of skin and squishy stuff under Etna.

His embrace around me loosens as he pants. A minute later, he slowly pulls his dick out of me. I grin and grimace at the same time when I feel his semen follow, now that I’m unplugged. His lips press against the back of my shoulder softly, over and over.

As we lay in the silence with the only sound around us our labored breathing, the world comes back to me. As it has for the last couple of days, echoes of rumors flood my head. Three days ago, I heard the first murmurings of Arizona talking about a trade this spring.

Fear fills me, and I close my eyes. “I don’t ever want this to end,” I whisper.

Etna’s arms tighten. “Give me five minutes and I think we can go again.”

I laugh and try to snuggle back into him further. As if I can become part of his body. “I mean… anything about this.”

“Good. It won’t. We promised forever, Keno.”

I chew the inside of my lip, giving myself just enough pressure that I feel the pain of my teeth but not drawing blood. “There are a lot of big things we haven’t talked about yet,” I say.

“Like what?”

“Well… Are we going to have kids? How many? When do we want to start? How are we going to have them? Are we going to change our last names—who will change it and when? When we retire from hockey, where are we going to want to settle down? What are we going to do after hockey? What if one of us is traded?”

The last question makes my breath catch and I close my eyes. Wow . Saying it out loud made me feel like it was just around the corner. A threat looming in the distance.

Etna lets me go and my body jerks with the sensation that I’m falling. For one wild second, the world feels like it’s falling away, and I begin to flail until Etna comes back down on me. This time, we’re face to face.

“Such interesting places your mind goes after an orgasm,” Etna says, a teasing smile on his lips.

I sigh. “Sorry. I just… there’s been whispers. Even Toby Eads’ feed commented on talks of an Arizona trade. He’s making predictions.”

“He predicted Patrick and/or Julian. I’m not sure he’s got it right for either of them.”

“No, because maybe it’s one of us.”

Etna studies me. “Why do you think that?”

“They weren’t happy when we told them we were getting married. They voiced concerns about how it would affect the team.”

“Yes, and literally everyone knew we were together before we did, and it hasn’t affected the team at all. Nor our game. We haven’t given them any reason to trade either of us.”

I sigh. “You know they don’t need a reason to trade someone.”

“Okay,” Etna says. He wraps his arms around me and rolls us until I’m back on top of him. I try to burrow myself into his body. One of his hands tangles in my hair. The other holds me against him. “I think in all those questions you spewed, this is what concerns you the most. So, let’s talk about it.”

“I’m afraid of one of us getting traded,” I admit. “I’ve always been afraid of that since we met and just… clicked. In hindsight, it’s easy to say how completely oblivious we were, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s always terrified me that we’d be traded.”

“We’ve shared these admissions before,” Etna says. “I’m afraid of that, too. But lots of people live in relationships that are long distance for a while. It would be a challenge. If it happens it’s going to suck. But we’ll get through it. Like Lo said, it’s not forever.”

I sigh. “I know. The part that’s always scared me is the thought that we’d change. We’d grow apart. And by the time we get back together again, we’d no longer work.”

Etna’s hand tangles tightly in my hair as he turns his face. We’re far too close to see each other clearly, especially because I don’t want him to see just how scared I am of this scenario. “That’s not going to happen, Keno,” he says quietly.

“How do you know?” I whisper.

“Because that would mean we weren’t meant to be, and I don’t believe that for a second. From the moment our eyes met, you changed my entire world. You became an integral part of it. There’s no living without you in it. Even if this situation never came about, even if marriage never came up and we never changed the dynamics of our relationship, the same would be true. Some people are just meant to be together. You and me, Keno. We’re meant to be together. No amount of distance can change that.”

“I hate how you always have the sweetest things to say,” I grump.

Etna smiles, kissing me. “The truth is, if one of us is traded, we’re just going to have to see how it goes. It’s going to be trial and error. It’s going to be a challenge, and it’s going to suck in a way we don’t appreciate. If it becomes too hard, we’ll talk about how to change it. I have a feeling that Lo and Caulder’s mantra that it won’t last forever is something they learned from Jakub and Ethan during their seven years of marriage they not only kept secret but spent apart for seven-plus months every single year. It won’t last forever. There will be a silver lining.”

“I’m still baffled they were able to keep that a secret for so long,” I muse, shaking my head. I remember when news of Jakub Bozik and Ethan Wilder’s secret marriage hit the headlines in a very rude and inaccurate way—because Ethan was seeing his teammate and best friend, Credence Ayrton at the time, so yeah, it wasn’t a pleasant outing. But when the truth was that Jakub and Ethan had been together for eight years, married for seven of those years, and no one knew but Credence? Yep, I was just as baffled as the rest of the world.

Etna chuckles. His fingers brush against my cheeks. “We’ll figure it out and I promise, even if we’re traded to opposite sides of the continent, we’ll figure it out and when we finally get back together again, not only will it feel like nothing’s changed but our relationship—our marriage —will be stronger than ever.”

I sigh. “You truly believe that?”

“I do.”

Nodding, I press a kiss to his collarbone. “Okay.”

“Do you feel better? We can still talk about it some more.”

“No, I feel better.”

“Good.” His hand on my back drags down to my ass. I shiver as his fingers dip between my cheeks. A whisper of heat sparks at the base of my spine. How can the simplicity of his touch do that to me? “Now, let’s talk about some of your other questions. Where to live after hockey? I don’t have a preference. I enjoy being on the water and I think I prefer the lake to the ocean. But I’m open to other places. My only real point of concern is Edna. We always had plans to live close once I’m permanently settled somewhere.”

I nod. How does he think I can concentrate when his finger keeps sensually sliding over my hole?

“As far as what we’re going to do after hockey—I think that’s going to have to come with time. We don’t know when we’ll retire. It could be a year from now or ten years from now. I think we need to see where we’re at and where our interests lie.”

“Okay,” I say. It sounds breathless. “Etna, if you want a serious conversation, I need you to stop touching my ass.”

He grins. I’m disappointed when he pulls his fingers away. However, he slides his hand between us and under me, then curls it around so he can push his fingers inside me instead.

“Now, about kids.”

I groan, closing my eyes and trying to concentrate on his words.

“I think we both always said we want kids, no?”

“Yeah,” I answer, distracted.

“I don’t care how we have them, though. We can surrogate or adopt or whatever.”

“Can we adopt?” I ask. I find the strength to push myself up so I can look down at him. Does it slide my body down a little and make his fingers slide deeper inside me? Yes. That was completely coincidental.

“We can.”

“Can we maybe adopt some older kids?”

Etna’s fingers pause as he studies me. “Why? I’m definitely not against it. Just want to know what you’re thinking.”

“Take your fingers out of my ass for a minute. This feels like an inappropriate way to talk about this particular moment.”

He chuckles, pulling his fingers out. They don’t go far; I can still feel them against my crack.

“I know I’ve mentioned the queer youth events I’ve attended.” Etna nods. “There was this girl at the very first one. She was thirteen. She came out to her parents, told them she liked girls instead of guys. She said they practically threw a tantrum—my words—yelling all kinds of things: she was too young to make that decision; it was gross, and she needed to find god; if she couldn’t be normal, then she needed to get help.”

A sick feeling twists in my stomach. Etna frowns.

“One day after school, they had her belongings packed in suitcases and dropped her off at social services, telling her and the social worker the hospital must have given them the wrong baby. There was no way they’d have a gay kid. God loved them more than that.”

“Oh my god,” Etna mutters.

I nod. “I want to take in kids like that. I want to give them a home and love and support.”

“Yes,” Etna agrees. “We can do that. Definitely.”

“I know they say older kids can be harder, but I don’t care.”

“Not at all. We’ll make it happen. That’s a great way to have kids.”

“I might still want a baby or two as well,” I say, a smile fighting its way on my face.

Etna grins. He rolls us over so I’m beneath him. The way he looks at me will never get old. The affection and love and lust all rolled together. He spreads my legs and presses his cockhead to my ass. “Should we practice making babies now?”

I laugh. “I’m not sure how you think this is going to work.”

My breath punches out of me when he slides his dick in. One thrust. Balls deep. We both groan.

“Let’s see if we can rewrite science,” Etna says, his voice rough.

I’d laugh, but he starts fucking me again. Honestly, I’d be happy to live our lives in a state of delusion and constantly try to make a baby. I’m all about that.