Page 13 of Ice Rivals (Desert Ice Hockey #3)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MASON

A fter a few hours of video gaming, we decided to take a break and order some pizza for dinner. I sank into the couch and planted my hand on Jett’s thigh as he sat next to me. I was damn proud of him. He’d taken more steps in the last few days than I’d thought possible on his journey to being his true self. Okay, and for us to become the new out and proud couple in the NHL? Hell yes.

He sipped his beer and beamed at me. “This is nice.”

“Yeah?” Leaning in, I pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Tell me more.” I wanted to know all of it because I didn’t think I’d ever seen him as happy as he’d been this afternoon with the squad. I glanced behind me at the guys, all chatting over Archer’s phone in the kitchen about what pizzas to order.

“I don’t know, being with you like this, with people around. Not having to hide my feelings. Being with like-minded people and all hockey players.” He smirked at me. “Shall I go on?”

“You can if you want. But I’m happy with the response so far.” I twined my fingers in his and held his hand to my chest. “I like this side of you.” I took a hard swallow. Oh shit, my feelings were about to spill. “I like you, Jett. A lot. ”

He raked his teeth over his lower lip, gazing deeply into my eyes. “I like you too. A lot.” He quirked his lips.

My chest bloomed with warmth, and I inched closer to his side. Should I formally ask him to be my boyfriend? I darted my gaze across his face. No, too much too soon. But I certainly would be asking someday.

Leo dropped in next to Jett. “We got a meat lovers pizza and two with everything. You both good with that?” He raised his brows.

“Sure.” Jett’s attention shifted to Leo. “Hey, can I ask you a few things?”

“Yes.” Leo studied him. “Anything you want.”

“You weren’t open about your sexuality until recently, right?” Jett toyed with a fold in his shorts.

“Yep. I only told my family about me after I started dating Archer.” Sucking in a breath, he glanced behind him. “My family situation was complicated. My brother is gay, and he’s always been out.”

I lowered my brows. “Were your parents dicks to him?” Come to think of it, Archer had never explained the whole story to me, only to Jonah.

“No, well, my dad was pretty shaken up, but he never let my brother, Axel, see it. I did though.” He pressed his lips together. “Because Axel was gay, I felt like I had an obligation to be hetero, you know? Like there could only be one gay son.” He shook his head with a huff. “I was afraid me being queer would upset some dynamic in my family, and being bisexual, it was easier for me to date only women.” He clenched his jaw. “But then I kept wanting to be with men.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. What would happen if Lucas came out as queer? Would it upset the dynamic in my family? “Wow, I never thought about it that way.” Fuck, what if Lucas was queer? Now I’d have to ask him.

Jett turned to me. “What happened when you came out, Mason? When did you? ”

“Shit, I think I was in ninth grade or something when I did it officially. I told my mom I liked someone in my class, and she asked me what his name was.” I let out a soft laugh. “She knew all along and telling my dad was no big deal.” I thought back. “My dad’s uncle is gay, and they get along really well, so I guess he’d been exposed to it his whole life.” I scratched my cheek, my gaze flicking between Leo and Jett. “Guess I got lucky.”

Jett sipped his beer and said, “What would it be like if people could love or have sex with whoever and nobody cared? Like, no one had to explain themselves or come out or be labeled as anything?”

I squeezed his hand and kissed his knuckles. “Very prophetic of you, Jarvis.” He was really thinking about this whole thing. “But I’d be on board with that.”

Huffing a laugh, Leo said, “Yeah, me too.” He drank some beer. “Anyway, it was a little bit of a shit show when I told my parents, but mostly because my brother barged in on it. It was hard for him to see that our parents weren’t as cool with things as he’d thought. But everyone got over it and talked, so it’s all good now.”

“Yeah, I think that’s how it would go with my dad, but I really don’t know.” Jett rubbed his eyebrow. “He’s never said anything derogatory about gay men or the queer community, but his wife does, and he doesn’t correct her.”

“Maybe if he knew his son was gay, he would. Maybe if he had someone in particular to defend, you’d see a different side of him.” Leo arched a brow at Jett.

Pressing his lips together, Jett said, “Yeah, maybe.” He sighed. “In any case, I’ve got NDAs in place with the team surrounding my sexuality.”

“Wait, so the team knows?” Ace fell into the corner of the couch.

“Not really. Only my old teammates in Dallas know, and the management of them and the Coyotes.” He tipped his head back for a moment. “What happened in Dallas was fucked up. ”

Myles, Tyler, and Archer stepped to the couch, with Myles saying, “What happened? Can you tell us?”

“Technically, no, but I trust you all.” He looked at each of them and drank more beer. “I was caught with a guy in a restroom after a win. My teammate who saw it started a shit show with the other players, and they bullied me.” His jaw bulged.

“To the point that he had to leave the team and came to the ’Yotes.” I didn’t like the pain I saw on his face every time he talked about it. I snuck an arm around his shoulders. “The fuckers are going to pay. I’ll tell you that. We have a game with them in a few weeks.”

Jett pointed at me. “Don’t you dare pull anything.”

Archer squeezed my shoulder. “I got your back, Mason.”

“Oh shit, I can’t wait to see that game.” Ace chortled and sipped his beer. “I have a feeling psycho Hopkins is going to rule the rink.”

“Don’t you know it.” Heat prickled through my chest. Just the thought of being on the ice with the fuckers who bullied my man made me see red.

“Mason, no.” Jett glared at me. “We’re going to play clean and win the game fair and square. That’s enough for me.”

“What’s the fun in that?” I gave him a smirk and toyed with the tab on my beer can. I had to mess with him just a little.

“Mason…” Jett said through his teeth and puffed out a breath. “Fuck, I can’t stop you.”

“Damn right you can’t.” I planted a kiss on his cheek. “Nobody messes with my man but me.” I stabbed my thumb into my chest.

“Good God. I was wondering what type of guy you’d be in a relationship, and this is pretty much how I pictured it.” With a chuckle, Archer shook his head.

“Anyway, Jett, it looks like you’ve got a lot of support around you, on and off the ice.” Leo touched Jett’s forearm and stood. “Where’s the pizza? I’m starved. ”

Archer checked his phone. “Almost here.” He leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Leo’s lips.

“Thanks, Leo, and everyone.” Jett looked around the room. “You’ve all been immensely helpful.”

“You got it, man.” Myles patted Jett’s shoulder.

The next day, after practice, showers, and dressing, I caught Jett pulling Volkov aside in the locker room. Shit, was he having the talk with him? Would he tell him about me or only about his own sexuality? I threw my slacks and shirt on and buttoned it while I followed them down a hallway and into a small conference room. Shouldn’t I be with him for this?

I stood next to the door and set my ear on it, trying to listen.

The door flew open, and I stumbled inside, then righted myself and primped my hair, my heart hammering. Fuck.

“I saw you following us. You’re not very stealthy.” Jett hooked a brow and smirked. “Come on. This involves you too.”

Volkov peered at me, his hands planted on his hips. “Are we having problems getting along again?”

I stared at Jett. It wasn’t for me to say the first word about us.

“No, quite the opposite.” Jett shut the door and held his hand out. “Take a seat.” Pulling a chair out for me, he motioned to it and dropped into the one next to it.

I sat between Jett and Volkov.

“Okay, what’s this about?” Volkov’s gaze darted from me to Jett. “You better not have a problem playing on the same line?—”

“I’m gay.” With his face slack, Jett stared down Volkov. “And I’m in a relationship with Hopkins.”

Volkov barked out a laugh and looked around the room. “Who put you up to this? Is there a camera in here?” With a round of giggles, he hopped out of his chair, fell to his knees, and scanned under the table. “Where is it? Are we only being recorded? ”

A relationship? That was sort of like saying we were boyfriends. My heart flip-flopped and the edges of my lips twitched. I chanced a peek at Jett, fighting off a grin. Rubbing my hands together, I ticked my brows at him. Was he going to say something to get Volkov off the damn floor?

“There are no cameras. It’s true.” He grasped my hand from my lap and set them both on the tabletop. “Volkov, get back in your seat.”

As Volkov’s giggles slowed, he crawled into his chair, fixating on our hands. He stared a moment and burst out cackling. “But you two hate each other.” The cackling stopped and his eyes popped open. “Oh shit. You shared hotel rooms. Did Hopkins turn you gay? Did you catch it from him?” Covering his mouth, he snickered.

A chuckle sprang from my throat. I couldn’t help it. It was sort of funny. “No, he attacked me the second night. I’m that irresistible.” I threw a glance at Jett.

“Good lord.” Jett rubbed his forehead, a smile growing on his mouth. “Can we please be serious here?”

Volkov slowed his laughter and settled, laying his forearms on the table and clasping his hands together. “Okay, I’m sorry. You know I’m only joking about the catching it thing. I know it’s not a choice and all that.” He focused on Jett. “I don’t really care if you two are banging every night as long as it doesn’t cause a problem on the line.” He furrowed his brows. “Do the coaches know?”

“They know I’m gay.” Jett sucked his lower lip between his teeth and released it.

“But not that you and Hopkins are, what do you call it, bumping uglies?” His lips curled and relaxed. “I don’t think a team has had to deal with this before.”

“Oh, I’m sure they have.” I snapped a brow up. “At least two players on the same line hooking up.”

Jett dropped his jaw open. “Hopkins, did you?”

“We can discuss it later.” I faced Volkov. “It didn’t affect our line. If anything, it made it…tighter.” I freed a soft snort. Yeah, I’d fucked a teammate in juniors, but it had been a long time ago and we’d each gone our separate ways.

Dipping his head, Volkov rubbed his eyes and smiled and drew his attention to us. “Okay, are you going to tell the coaching staff? Is this something you want me to handle?” His face went slack. “Does this have anything to do with the problems you had in Dallas?”

“Yes, unfortunately, it does. They didn’t take too kindly to finding out about my sexuality. I’d kept it hidden.” He pursed his lips. “I’ve kept it a secret from my family too, but that’s a long story I’d rather not go into.”

With a nod, Volkov said, “Do you intend to come out formally with the Coyotes? I mean, are you going to tell the rest of the team?” He opened his palm to me. “We already have two players who are out, and it hasn’t caused a scandal yet.”

“I do, eventually. I’m trying to take it slow.” As his gaze fell to our still-entwined hands, he said, “I want to be sure I’m ready before I tell my father.” He breathed in deeply. “There’s also an NDA in place for those who know about me, both here and in Dallas.”

“Do you want me to sign an NDA now?” Volkov wrinkled his forehead. “Jett and Mason, it doesn’t matter to me what you do with your lives outside of the rink. But I do consider you both friends, and I support you.”

“Thanks.” Jett glanced at me. “I don’t think I need you to sign anything. I know you’ll do the right thing by us.”

“Okay. Was that all?” He stood and glanced at each of us. “Hopkins, I think that’s the quietest I’ve ever seen you.”

“Yeah, well, this was Jarvis’s talk to have.” I gave Jett a warm smile. My man was brave. I’d give him that.

“Okay, well, see you tomorrow.” Volkov tapped the table and stepped toward the door. “And congratulations, you two.” Holding his hands in the shape of a heart over his chest, he said, “You make such a cute couple. ”

“Stop it.” Shaking his head, Jett laughed.

With a snigger, Volkov left the room and shut the door behind him.

What, did he think we needed some alone time now? I made to get up, but Jett pulled on my arm.

“Wait. I need to call my agent and thought you could stick around for it. Then I won’t have to tell you about it later.” He fished his phone out of his pocket, laid it on the table and tapped it to turn on the speaker.

“Okay.” I watched his phone light up and ring. Why was this so important?

The phone clicked. “Hey, Jett.”

“Will, hi. I’ve got Mason Hopkins here with me and you’re on speaker.” Jett grabbed my hand again. “Mason, meet my agent, Will Nedlund.”

Oh shit, I’d heard of him. He signed a lot of top-end players. “Hi, Will.” I peered at the phone.

“We need to talk about those NDAs you put together and had signed.” Jett flicked his gaze at me.

“Oh? Why? Do you need more signed?” Will asked.

“No, I think I might have broken them.” Jett rubbed his lips.

“With who? Mason? The NDAs are a one-way deal. The person who signs agrees not to discuss your sexuality, but you can discuss it with whoever you think needs to know.”

“Oh, then I guess it’s not a problem.” He blew out a breath and straightened his shoulders. “But I think I’m going to come out formally. And, uh…” His gaze scanned over me. “And I’m in a relationship with Mason here.”

Warmth fluttered in my chest. He’d now called what we had together a relationship twice.

“Oh.” He chuckled softly. “Congratulations, Jett. It’s about time,” Will said. “What are you going to do about your dad?”

“Don’t know yet.” He tightened the grip on my hand. “But do we need to rescind the NDAs at some point? ”

“We can, unless you want to leave them in place, so you can maintain control of the narrative on your personal life.”

“Uh-huh.” A wide smile spread over his lips. “Damn, I hadn’t thought of that.” He pressed a soft kiss on my cheek.

“That’s why you hired me, Jett.” Will snickered. “Anyway, when and how do you want to announce your new status?”

“I haven’t thought that far ahead.” With his gaze softening, he took me in. “I suppose that’s something I should discuss with my boyfriend.”

My heart stopped and I gaped at him. Fuck, I couldn’t say anything with his agent on the phone, could I? My mouth stretched into a grin so big my cheeks hurt.

“I’ll get back to you on that. Have a good rest of your day and talk to you soon.” Jett beamed at me.

“Yep, you too. Bye now.” Will hung up the call.

“So?” Raising his brows, he said, “Will you be my boyfriend?” He spread his arms out.

“You fucker, I was supposed to ask you that.” I grabbed him around the torso and squeezed him. “Of course I will. I’m not going through all this shit with you for nothing.” After releasing him, I cupped his cheeks and planted a hard, long kiss on his lips. “You’re fucking mine, Jarvis.” I kissed him again. “And, boy, are we getting dirty in our hotel room when we’re out on the road.” Maybe he’d let me fuck him. I’d certainly let him fuck me. Either way, we were going to have words about that soon. Away games would never be so much fun.

“Want to come over and consummate our new status?” He freed me and opened the door to the room. “Or I could just come over to your place.”

I followed him into the hallway. We had a home game tomorrow night down at Mullett Arena, my old college rink, since the new one had yet to be built. “You want to hook up on a school night, huh?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you go to bed early.” He gave me a wicked grin .

“Sure, we gotta eat dinner. Let’s go to my place and order some sushi.” I threw a glance down the hallway. No one was around. “Let me go grab my shit, and I’ll meet you over there.”

With an up-nod, he walked off.

Holy shit. I had a boyfriend.

A little while later, we sat in my apartment in team T-shirts and athletic shorts, overlooking the setting sun outside my patio doors while eating takeout sushi at my dinette. We were trying to be on the healthy side since we had another pre-season game tomorrow night. “We should probably talk about something.” I dunked a roll into my wasabi and soy sauce bowl and stuffed it into my mouth, gazing across a mixture of colorful sushi and sashimi.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Jett sipped his Gatorade.

I eyed him. I’d been thinking about how to approach this, but now I didn’t know how to start it. “Um…” I set my chopsticks across my plate and wiped my mouth with a napkin. “You said you were open to sex, I mean, anal sex.”

“Yeah?” He straightened in his chair and set the roll piece down he’d been about to dunk. “Why are you asking about this tonight?” He pressed his lips together. “It’s like I said. I haven’t done it because it didn’t feel right to me. It didn’t feel right to do it with a guy I’d never see again.” His gaze dipped to his plate and back up to me. “Is that weird?”

I shrugged. “No, it’s not weird. I just want to know what to expect when we…” I tipped my head toward my bedroom door. “Go in there.” I gave him a coy grin. “Because we are going in there tonight.”

He knitted his brows. “You said you were vers, right?”

“Yes. If you want me to bottom, I’d be more than happy to.” My dick woke and plumped in my shorts. Holy fuck was I ready to. Squirming on my chair, I adjusted myself. “I take PrEP, so no need for a condom. Unless you’d be more comfortable?”

As his mouth dropped open, he stared at me. “Why are you on that? How many guys have you fucked?” He tightened his hold on his chopsticks.

“Hey, hey, hey…” I wrapped my hand around his forearm. “It’s precautionary. I want to be safe, and I fucking hate condoms.” I took a hard swallow, my dick now at half-mast. Okay, so his possessive side was maybe even stronger than mine. “Let’s not dwell on the guys I’ve had before you. None of them made me feel the way you do.” My heart jumped. Jesus, had I really said that aloud? This boyfriend shit was doing things to me.

He rocked once. “Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He blew out an exhale. “Dammit, Mason, when it comes to you, I can’t think clearly.” Twisting his arm around, he tangled his fingers in mine. “I think I’m jealous of every guy who’s ever had you or even, fuck, looked at you.”

As warmth floated inside me, I said, “Yeah, I get it.” I’d really won the fucking lottery. “So, would you want to try?—”

“Yes.” He raked his teeth over his lower lip and shifted in his seat. “This conversation is making me hard.”

“Me too. Guess we’re ready, huh?” With a soft laugh, I ate another bite of sushi and washed it down with Gatorade. “But what about condoms?”

“I don’t think we need one. I was just tested by the team, and I didn’t have anything, and it’s not like I’ve had sex.” Shaking his head, he chuckled. “I sound like a fucking teenager.”

Leaning toward him, I said, “No, it’s hot. I get to be the first one.” Heat flashed over my skin. Goddamn, was this turning me on. I stuffed another roll into my mouth. “I’m not sure how much you know about PrEP, but just in case, I can’t get HIV or transmit it to you.”

“Okay.” He ate a slice of salmon sashimi. “I guess I don’t know much about it.” He wrinkled his brows. “I haven’t been with a nyone since I moved here.” He smirked. “You were the only one I was interested in on the app.”

“Are you serious?” With my heart lightening, I let a full-on smile stretch across my lips. Why was I so happy about all this? Because maybe our little thing on the app was a sign of something? Shit, I was losing my mind. “I haven’t been with anyone since then either.” My grin fell. “Hey, what the hell happened that night anyway?” I couldn’t believe we’d never talked about it.

He rubbed his neck and huffed. “I saw your skull tattoo on your arm and knew it was you.” He threw a roll into his mouth.

“How did you recognize my skull?” I turned my forearm over, inspecting it. I didn’t have a full sleeve like Archer did, but I had my share of ink.

“I, uh…” His cheeks reddened. “I’d looked you up on Insta and saw it.” He shrugged a shoulder, dragging a new piece of sushi through his sauce. “I guess I was curious about you and Archer. I was told by Coach Henderson about you both during our talks. He assured me the Coyotes would treat me right.” He poked his tongue into the inside of his cheek.

“So, Coach knows what happened in Dallas?” I gulped down some Gatorade. I hadn’t thought of that. I was playing for a damn good organization.

“He does. Anyone who signed the NDA knows about it.” He twisted his lips. “They needed to know what they were getting into.” He sighed. “Coach Henderson is a good man.” With a nod, his gaze rose to meet mine. “If I’m going to do this coming out thing, I’m glad it’s with this team.” He grabbed my nape and pulled me close. “And with you.” He pressed a hard kiss on my lips. “Eat up and quit talking. I want to know what all the fuss is about.”

“Yes, sir.” With a quick laugh, I saluted him.

After preparing for our big event, I primped my hair in my bathroom mirror and flexed my abs. Yeah, I was a catch, and I was doing this, getting fucked by the one and only Jett Jarvis, star winger of the Coyotes. I opened the door and strutted out, holding my chin high.

“Look at you.” Jett lay naked on my bed on his back, his arms tucked between his head and the pillows at my headboard, his dick straining to reach his navel and his balls tight.

“Hell yeah.” My hard cock bobbed as I walked to the bed and climbed up. “So, you want me to bottom from the top, or you want?—”

Throwing me to my back, he jumped over me, straddling me, then held my arms over my head. “First, I’m going to kiss you. I didn’t get enough of that last time.” He adjusted his legs and lowered his hips between my thighs, our hot dicks slotting together. “Fuck,” he growled.

My dick pulsed against his and a shiver flew up my spine. “Yeah?” I thrust against him, rubbing our shafts together, sensation knotting inside me.

He devoured my mouth in heated kisses, biting at my lower lip and sliding his tongue along mine. With moan after moan, he writhed over me, holding me down.

Goddamn, I was all his to do whatever he wanted with. I slanted my mouth over his and claimed him in hungry kisses, the salt and sweet of our dinner still on his tongue.

Breaking the kisses, he nibbled down my chin with heavy breaths, then freed my arms and rolled to the side, bending one of my legs into my abs. As he brushed the shell of my ear with his lips, he flicked his tongue inside it and gasped.

A shudder rolled down my body and lodged in my balls. Fuck, I wanted him to do it already. My hole clenched and released as another pulse wound through my body. I slapped my hand on his ass and dug my fingers into the globe of muscle.

With a groan, he reached to the side and popped open the bottle of lube, then slicked his fingers and brought them to my hole. “Tell me what you like.”

I whimpered and gritted out, “Finger fuck me like you mean it, and you don’t have to do it for very long.” I wasn’t going to mention how seasoned I was at this. Though another flare of his jealousy might be hot to see. “I want your cock in me as soon as possible.” I attempted to smirk at him.

He slipped a finger inside and pumped it, hitting my prostate with precision.

“Oh, holy fuck.” I arched my head back as my cock jerked and dribbled precum between us. He might not have fucked with his dick, but he sure as hell knew what he was doing with his fingers.

“Like that?” His breath whispered across my neck as he bit and licked down the side of it, rutting his leaking dick into my thigh.

“Yeah, like that.” I panted as my body grew sensitive. “Put it in.” I didn’t want to blow my load before he fucked me.

He freed his finger, squirted lube on his gorgeous cock and stroked it a few times, the vein pulsing up his shaft. “Oh fuck,” he hissed and focused on me. “You ready?”

“I’m so fucking ready.” As he shifted over me, I lifted both of my knees into my armpits, exposing myself to him. “Have at it.”

He lined up his dick to my hole and lifted his gaze. “You’re mine, Mason, and only mine.” He nibbled over my jaw and crushed his mouth to my lips as his dick slowly worked into me.

“Hell yes.” I clenched my jaw through the burn, his thick cock stretching and filling me. That’s what I was talking about. God, this was good. “Fuck me, Jett, good and hard.”

With his balls pressed against my ass, he groaned, and his eyes fluttered shut for a beat. “Need a minute.” He stilled and pressed lingering kisses over my lips, cupping my cheek with one hand. “You’re beautiful, Mason. You know that?” As he squirmed, his brow tensed. “And you feel incredible and amazing and?— ”

“Shut up and fuck me.” I slapped his ass with a crack. “You can tell me all those things after.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles, and squeezed. Sensation spilled through my body.

With a soft snort, he said, “Okay.” He pulled out and slammed back in, quickening his pace. “Oh God, oh fuck…” Pressing his forehead to my chest, he looked down.

Lifting his chin, I brought his gaze back to mine. “Don’t do that. You’ll come faster, and I want this to last.” I grabbed his nape and kissed him hard, sliding my tongue against his.

He moaned into our kisses and thrust again and again, his cock hitting my internal bundle of nerves.

Shock waves surged up my spine and curled my toes. As he left my mouth, I gasped and snuck a hand between us to stroke my dick, precum dribbling down my shaft. As my climax edged closer, I squeezed my shaft, edging myself. I wanted to stay right here, forever, caught in this moment of ecstasy with him.

We went on, him pummeling me into my mattress and me lost in pleasure for a few good minutes.

Trembling, he lost his rhythm. “Shit, gonna come,” he gritted out, then plunged into me and held it, the heat of his release filling me before he thrust a few times more.

Pumping my cock faster, I fell over the edge, a torrent of sensation sparking through my nerves. I whimpered as my cock pulsed and spurted hot cum over my fingers and onto our chests.

His brows tensed and his mouth dropped open as he shoved impossibly deep into me. “So fucking good.”

One last shudder rippled up my spine and I freed my spent cock and slumped onto the bed. “Oh my God.”

“Oh my God is right.” He relaxed over me, resting his cheek on my shoulder. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah? Just so you know, it was only that amazing because it was with me.” I gave a lazy chuckle and puffed out a breath .

“Yeah? You have the finest ass around?” He propped up on an elbow, resting his cheek in his hand.

“I do. You’ll never find another like it.” I widened my grin, and then dropped it. Why was I talking like that? I never wanted to think about him being with anyone else. Ever.

He skimmed his index finger down my cheek. “I won’t be looking.” He kissed me softly. “You’ve managed to change my whole perspective on life.”

I tilted my head on the pillow. “Yeah? How?” Was this why he was moving so quickly with us?

“I don’t know.” He wrapped his finger in a lock of my hair, his brows knitting. “I think the only thing holding me back after what happened in Dallas was the thought of my father finding out about me.” He huffed a laugh. “But it was because I thought I’d have to face him and the outcome alone.”

I pressed my palm against his cheek. “You know I’d never let you do that.”

Turning his head, he kissed my palm. “I know, silly. That’s why I’m ready to get this started. Well, a little at a time.”

“Whatever speed you need to go, I’m okay with it.” I shifted and he slipped out of me. “Shit, we better clean up.”

“Yeah?” Eyeing me, he rolled off me and sat up. “Already?”

“Um…” I climbed over the bed as cum slipped down my thigh. “Yep, hazards of not using a condom.”

With a soft snort, he said, “Damn, I never thought of that.” He slapped my ass as I set a leg on the ground. “It’s kinda hot, my cum dripping out of you.”

“Yeah?” I stood on the floor and straightened. “Just…hold that thought.” There was only so much cleanup of my bed I was willing to do this late at night.