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SILAS

D amien offered me his hand.

It was a simple gesture, no big deal, and yet it was a huge shift for me.

Normally, I’d be up off my knees and heading for the door by now—if there was a door.

I didn’t need anyone’s hand to help me get up.

Touching after sex was not my thing. Once I came, I was out of there.

I always got off on pleasuring my partner, but that’s all it was.

Once the orgasms were done, I didn’t care to stick around.

Not for any more touching and certainly not to talk. Fuck no.

But with Damien, I didn’t want to leave.

You are so screwed and I’m not talking about sex.

I wanted to take his hand . So, I did.

He helped me stand up and it was a good thing since my legs were shaky. In fact, I was trembling all over. Eye to eye, I was waiting for him to suddenly change his mind. To tell me he was done.

Go. Get lost.

It was a mistake.

It never happened.

Instead of words filled with regret, he leaned in to kiss me. But before he could make contact, I put my hand on his chest.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” I asked. “I just had your cum in my mouth.”

Damien cupped my jaw, his grip possessive, as he brushed his lips against mine. “I know. And yes, I definitely want to kiss you.”

He silenced any further comment by taking my lips again. This time, the kiss was slow and sexy, like we had all the time in the world. Like his mouth was made for mine.

“I need to clean up.”

“The bathroom’s past the kitchen, first door on the left,” he offered.

“How about you join me?” I replied, wanting to see the full Damien Banning in all his naked glory.

“I… think I need a minute, or more like twenty, to recover.” He offered with a tentative smile, a dimple in his left cheek popping out. “This thirty-year-old doesn’t have your stamina.”

“I didn’t mean for that,” I started to backtrack. “You’re right, I’ll?—”

Damien, whose hand was still in mine, ignored my rambling and pulled me into the house.

“Look, maybe it’s best if I go,” I muttered.

“Is that what you want?” He paused and stared at me, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that hit me right in the chest. “To leave?”

“No,” I replied and kissed him, reassuring him in the only way I could. I wanted to kiss him again and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop. And I sure as fuck wanted to stay. “But I want you to be comfortable.”

He gave me a knowing smirk and kissed me soundly.

“Hurry up and get in my shower.”

Bossy Damien was back, and I couldn’t help but smile.

We wandered through the house, down the hallway, and into a large bathroom with a walk-in shower. His thumb rubbed against mine and that strange fluttery feeling in my stomach took flight.

Holy fuck, I sucked off my coach.

It was the hottest sex of my life, but maybe it was better if I left. Things between us would probably get awkward now that the sex was done.

So, why wasn’t I rushing for the door? Why was so I desperate to keep touching him?

Damien let go of my hand, and surprisingly, I wanted to protest. Instead, I leaned against the counter and watched as he turned on the shower, then shoved his jeans and briefs down his legs and stepped out of them.

He had more chest hair than I did, and the dark treasure trail that led directly to his cock had my mouth watering again.

I liked the fact that he didn’t shave or wax.

And who cared if he was thirty years old?

He was fit as fuck and gorgeous. All over.

A typical hockey boy with broad shoulders, defined pecs, and solid thighs that were the stuff of my dirtiest fantasies.

My gaze roamed lower, to his dick and balls, and Christ, no wonder my throat was sore.

His cock was a monster, even when it wasn’t fully erect.

Unlike me, he didn’t have a single tattoo on his rangy body, but I did notice the large scars on his right knee.

The scars from his injury and operations.

I couldn’t even imagine. Seeing them and knowing what had happened to his hockey career, it hit me like a punch to the gut.

“Silas, are you okay?” he asked.

“Great,” I croaked and cleared my throat, meeting his gaze. “I’m taking a moment to appreciate the incredible man before me.”

“I think that’s my line.”

I shook my head and pushed my jeans down, mirroring his movements.

“Commando?” he raised one dark eyebrow.

“Of course.” I smirked and stepped closer until our hips collided, nothing but hot, naked skin between us.

I felt a tremor run through his body. Or was that me?

It wasn’t long before my cock was half-hard again.

“You were talking at practice about manifesting what we want,” I whispered, giving him a slow, sexy kiss. “Mission accomplished.”

“But it seems like you being naked under those jeans is more about what I want than what you want,” he replied with a wicked grin.

And that right there is why I was getting in deep with Damien.

His smile kickstarted my heart something fierce, but it was everything else that had me craving more.

His ability to meet my sarcasm with his own, his passion for hockey, his drive to be the best. Did he realize how fucking amazing he was?

If not, it was going to be my mission to show him.

“I’d say we’re both winners.”

I punctuated that comment with another kiss, this one longer, deeper, until we were so caught up in each other that we forgot about the shower.

Damien hugged me tightly to him while I slid my hands up to grip his biceps, loving the fact that he was as consumed as I was by this heady chemistry between us.

He walked me back, manhandling me until my ass hit the counter.

Sliding one knee between mine, he ate at my mouth, and I moaned, wrapping one leg around his hip.

When we finally came up for air, he rested his forehead against mine, his breath hot against my lips.

“Kissing you is—” Damien paused and playfully nipped my mouth.“Fucking addictive.”

“Damien.”

I didn’t even care if we did anything else tonight. Kissing him was more satisfying than any sexual act I’d experienced with any other partner. And I’d done plenty of fucking.

“Yes?”

“Let’s take that shower before you run out of hot water,” I suggested.

Damien nodded, and with one hand possessively squeezing my waist, he guided me into the shower.

He gave my shoulder a teasing kiss as the steam swirled around us.

I stood under the water first, letting it soak my hair and washing away the remaining cum off my face.

He joined me under the spray, and the sight of his naked body, wet and all mine, had me rocking another hard-on that wouldn’t quit.

While Damien turned and reached for the shampoo, I reached for him, sliding up behind him and notching my cock between his tight ass cheeks.

He let out a filthy moan and dropped the bottle, gripping my forearms with a strength that was just shy of painful.

The tight clench told me he was as gone as I was.

“How does this feel?” I whispered, canting my hips and rubbing my dick against his ass while my mouth trailed wet kisses over his shoulder.

“Do you need to ask?” he replied.

He took my right hand and placed it around his cock. My sexy hockey coach was getting hard again. And it was all for me.

“You’re not freaking out yet,” I murmured.

“You’re not the first man I’ve ever touched,” he confessed. “There was a player I roomed with, back when I was in college?—”

The thought of anyone—man or woman—touching Damien like this had me holding him tighter.

I didn’t want to hear about his past. No fucking way.

I was the one with him now. Me. Not that I could even express that in words at this point.

I’d never had a desire to claim a guy I’d fucked around with, but Damien? It was all too natural.

Instead of telling him how I was feeling, I bit down on the skin of his neck, sucking hard, marking what was mine, as his groans echoed around me.

“He and I… we would… jerk each other off,” he panted, writhing in my arms. “One time, we had a threesome with a woman.”

“I don’t want to hear about it,” I snarled, jealousy and passion fighting for dominance.

I turned him around until his back hit the tiled wall and ravaged his mouth in a punishing kiss. When I finally let him up for air, his bright blues were molten.

“You asked. I’m trying to explain.”

“I get it,” I whispered. “You’re not completely new to sex with a guy. But I don’t want to hear the details. Not about him, and not about anyone, including your wife.”

“Ex-wife,” Damien clarified and raised one eyebrow. “And the same goes.”

“I’ve only had casual sex. It didn’t mean anything but a release.”

“And this? Am I the same?”

I shook my head. Damien didn’t look convinced.

“Do you get what’s going on here with you and me? I wouldn’t risk my career for a quick fuck. This is more than that. At least, it is to me,” he pronounced boldly, his gaze locked on mine. “If you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. Done is done. We can walk away like nothing happened.”

No fucking way.

“I can’t do that,” I replied and kissed him again. “I’m not walking away. Not that I know what I’m doing when it comes to a relationship, but that’s what this is, right? I don’t want to be with anyone else. This, us, it isn’t casual, Damien. I need you to know that.”

He finally relaxed against me.

“We gotta be careful, though,” he admitted. “If anyone finds out I’m having sex with one of my players, there goes my entire career.”

“We agreed this is more than sex, but I know what you mean. It’s better for everyone if we keep this private. For now.”

Damien swiped an agitated hand through his wet hair.

“Why does everything have to be so fucking difficult? After years of being single, I finally find someone I connect with, but I have to hide like I’ve got a dirty secret.”

“It’s our secret.” I leaned in and kissed him. “And dirty can be fun.”

“Si, I’m serious.”

“I know, baby, but let’s take it one day at a time, all right? We’re both under a shitload of pressure.”

“Baby?”

“Too much?” I asked.

I wasn’t a fan of nicknames, but like everything with this man, I was breaking all my rules.

“No,” he stated and pulled me into his arms. “I like it.”

“Well, enjoy it because that’s about as romantic as I get.”

“Romance, eh?”

Instead of replying to that, I turned around and placed my hands on the wall.

“Scrub me down, baby.”

“Are you always going to be this demanding?” Damien quipped and swatted my ass.

I gave him a leering look over my shoulder.

“Oh, Coach, you haven’t seen anything yet.”