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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

JETT

A fter wiping off with Mason in his bathroom, I plopped down on his bed on my back and shimmied up to the pillows at the headboard. I should go home to sleep, so I was well rested for our game tomorrow, but fuck if I wanted to leave him. As he appeared in the doorway, I flung my arm out to the side and waggled my fingers. “Come here.”

He strolled to the bed and climbed in beside me, throwing a leg over both of mine and his head on my shoulder, his hot dick pressed into my hip. “You want to stay the night?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t plan ahead, and I don’t want to get up super early to go home before the morning skate.” Fuck, next time, I’d do better. I kissed his messy dark hair and brushed it off his face. Having him next to me after what we’d done was like nothing else. Maybe even better than a goal in the last few seconds of a game to win it? Fuck, I wasn’t going to go that far, but it was pretty close.

“So, another pre-season game. You think Coach is going to want to test out some new lines?” He brushed his fingers around my nipple.

“Don’t know. I think we’re pretty solid though. We play good togeth er, you and me.” I tightened the wrap of my arm around his shoulder.

“We do. We’re good on and off the ice.” Tipping his head, he peeked up at me.

“Agreed.” My heart filled with warmth. What was it about this guy that he so easily peeled away all my shit? Okay, maybe it hadn’t seemed easy for him…

“How do you want to handle things? As far as the team goes, only Volkov and Archer know about us.” He edged in closer.

“Let’s keep it professional while we’re with the team. I mean, this is like when two coworkers are dating.” I thought on it. It happened all the time, right? Not that I’d ever had an office job or even the typical teenage fast-food job. “We should be professional at the rink and with the team. Then they’ve got no reason to bitch about us.”

“You think someone will bitch about us?” He lifted onto an elbow.

“Someone always bitches about something. It’s the nature of any group of people.” I planted the heel of my hand on my forehead and gazed up at the ceiling. “It happens on every team. There’s always that guy, and when we let them all know about us, we might have a target on our backs.” Shit, reality was setting in. Telling Volkov had been easy. Telling the coaching staff and management? Not so much. “We should be on our best behavior at all times, so when the time comes and we let them know we’ve been together all along, they’ll have nothing to say about it.”

“Yeah, okay.” He pursed his lips. “This sounds like it could get complicated in ways I never thought about.”

“But you’re worth it, Mason.” I rolled to the side, pulling him against me, his skin warming me. My heart ached in a good way. I was falling for him. Holy shit, was I. “I’m so glad you were my first. It was perfect.” I kissed his cheek.

He gazed deeply into my eyes and his throat dipped with a hard s wallow. “Yeah?” The corner of his mouth quirked. “I have to say, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

And the last . I pinched my mouth shut. I had to stop blurting things out. I might be moving too fast for him. “Good. Now, I’m getting dressed so I can get some beauty sleep for the game tomorrow.” I released him and rose from the bed. If I didn’t do it now, I might never leave.

The next evening, we were playing the Ducks in our home arena at the ASU campus, where the squad had played together last year. After meeting them all, it made the place even more special to me. I sat on the bench, recovering and waiting for another turn to get out there, and glanced at Hopkins, sitting a few guys down.

He winked at me and focused on the game.

He’d been playing hard tonight, and I was sure the coaches noticed.

Gerard, one of the rookies, skated toward the bench.

We were up next. I glanced at the scoreboard. We had two minutes to go in the second period and were down by one.

As Gerard approached the board, I hopped up and jumped over, hitting the ice, fixating on the puck in our D-zone with Carlson.

“We’re gonna sink it and tie this fucker before the end of the period.” Hopkins skated along my left side, his lip curling.

“Damn right.” I hauled ass to Carlson, and he skipped the puck to me. I swiveled and broke away down the ice, easily skirting past one of their rookie forwards.

As Hopkins checked a Duck to the ice, he ticked his head.

I shot the puck to him and hauled ass toward the goal.

“You two are on fire tonight.” Volkov flashed a smile at me as he skated by, then up on Hopkin’s right side, throwing a Ducks D-man on his ass .

Hopkins had a clear shot.

“Hell yeah!” I skidded to a stop, moved backward and watched. “Shoot it!”

With a wide smirk, he popped the puck at me. “After you.”

I angled my stick, the puck ricocheting off it.

Spreading in all directions, the goalie dropped to his pads. The puck cuffed the pipe and dropped in behind him. The horn blew, and the red light lit up.

“Fuckin’ aye!” Volkov raced to me and wrapped me up in a hug, spinning me around. “That’s fucking teamwork, boys.” He freed me and skated off, fisting the air with his glove.

“That’s my man.” Hopkins blew me a kiss, beaming at me.

My cheeks heated and I dipped my head. That fucker was pushing it, but I couldn’t deny how much I liked it.

After winning the game, our postgame workout, and showers, I waltzed down the hallway to our cars with my duffel slung over my shoulder. I glanced at Mason and Archer, walking next to me, Archer on his phone. “Did either of you see this shit on Insta?” He flung the door open to the cool evening air and the back parking lot of the arena.

“No, what?” Mason leaned into him as we walked. “Oh shit.”

“What are you two looking at?” I stepped to them, and we all stopped, huddled around Archer’s glowing phone. An image of Mason and me at lunch the other day lit up his screen, obviously taken from one of the girls we’d met. The caption read, Boyfriends or? Snapping my gaze to Mason, I shrugged. “So what, shit like that happens all the time.” My chest grew tight.

Archer lifted a brow. “Yeah? Okay.” He stuffed his phone into the breast pocket of his suit coat.

“Jealous puck bunnies…” Mason grumbled and tapped Archer’s shoulder. “Hey, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Archer walked off toward his car .

“You really think it’s no big deal?” Mason followed me to my SUV.

“One post is not a big deal.” I wasn’t going to let this ruin my night. We’d won and had had a great time doing it.

“Come over for a little bit?” He squeezed my forearm. “I only live like five minutes away.” He bit his lower lip. “Please?”

Drawing a deep breath, I grinned. “Sure. Why not.” I did want some alone time with him. “I’ll meet you over there.”

I followed Mason to his apartment door and then stepped in behind him after he opened it. His phone buzzed in his pocket. “What the fuck now? The damn thing has been going off since I got in my car.” He scowled, strode to his refrigerator and threw the door open. “Want a beer?”

“Do I ever. Nothing like a postgame beer.” I perused his apartment, everything in its place. He was neat and tidy, just like me. It would make things easier when we… When we what? Moved in together? Why was I going there?

He met me at the couch, handed me an opened beer can, and we both dropped onto it, setting our duffel bags on the floor. “I seriously need to change.” After placing his beer on the coffee table, he shrugged off his jacket.

With a snicker, I said, “First one into sweats?—”

“Wins a blowjob?” He jumped up and shucked off his clothes, and then rummaged in his bag for his sweats.

“Shit.” I hurried to undress, fold my suit, and slip on my team joggers, then fell back onto the couch. “There, that’s better.” I took a long pull of my beer. “Now, why the hell is your phone going off?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the squad wants to congratulate me on the win?” He fished his phone out of the pocket of his jacket, held it up and sat next to me. “Yep.” As a grin swept across his lips, he tapped on his phone, and then his brows fell. “Fuck. ”

“What?” I leaned into him and read the messages inside a group chat.

Archer

Dude, you blew him a kiss?

A link rested under the text message.

Myles

Nice, when did you both come out?

Tyler

Aw…I want a hot hockey boyfriend.

Jonah

Do tell, Mason. I leave you for three months and you’re getting it on with a teammate? Who’s straight???

Biting his thumbnail, Mason said, “I, uh, haven’t had time to talk to Jonah yet.” His gaze cut to mine. “I’m sure they’re talking about the puck bunny thing.” He tapped on the link.

A knot formed in my gut. Any other time, a guy blowing another guy a kiss after a goal wouldn’t have been a big deal. In fact, the fans would have thought it was funny and campy. But Mason was out.

The link opened to Instagram and a meme someone had made with an image on the top of Mason and me at lunch and one on the bottom of Mason blowing me the kiss. A tagline underneath read: Hockey’s new bromance or more? The post had gone viral with thousands of likes. I didn’t want to read the comments.

“Fuck.” I took a few gulps of beer, letting the buzz calm my nerves. We hadn’t had time to tell the organization or to prepare anything.

“I’m sorry, Jett. Shit.” He set the phone on his coffee table. “I’ve done that a million times as a joke, and no one said a word about it. ”

“Yeah, I know.” I swung an arm around his shoulders and kissed his hair. “It’ll blow over. People need something to talk about.” I honestly didn’t know how to feel right now. I wasn’t going to be pushed into doing something I wasn’t ready for.

“You sure?” He sipped his beer. “This NHL shit is on a whole new level.” He rested his head on my shoulder. “Let me text the guys.” With a huff, he straightened his shoulders and plucked his phone off the table.

“What are you going to tell them?” I shifted to angle toward him. At least we had them on our side.

“I’m going to tell them not to say anything and that we’re going to ignore it and hope it goes away.” He typed on the phone. It buzzed in his hand and his eyes widened. “Holy shit. Myles says the post originated with Ray Boyd from the Stars.”

“That fucker.” Fisting my hands, my chest bristled with heat. The guy couldn’t leave it alone. “He’s the guy?—”

“Who found you in the restroom and started all the shit.” He scratched his temple. “I say we ignore it, ignore him, and when he gets no reaction from you, he’ll stop.”

“I hope so. He’s a real prick and as homophobic as they come.” I gritted my teeth. “We play them at our second home game.” It was going to be brutal. He and I were sure to have a fight.

Mason cupped my cheek and pressed a lingering kiss on my mouth. “I know. That’s only a few weeks away. I’ll tone it down.”

“No.” Pressing my lips together, I locked my gaze on his. “If we change how we are for him, then he’s won. I won’t let him win.” The fire in my chest flared.

“Jesus, Jett. Don’t do anything stupid when we play them, all right? I mean, me, Archer, and Volkov all got your back, but don’t get yourself suspended over this.” As his gaze studied my face, he brushed his thumb over my cheek.

“Yeah, okay.” I shook my head free from his hold and drank my beer. I wasn’t going to let this get to me. I wasn’t .

“You promise?” Grabbing my chin, he brought my face to his. “Promise me.”

“Fine. I promise.” Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm. I’d get even when we played them in the game. Until then, I’d try not to think about it.

“Okay, so…” He lifted the edge of his mouth. “How about some postgame fun?” Cupping my balls, he gave them a gentle squeeze.

Just what I needed. As my dick tingled and swelled, I shoved him to his back on his couch, and then slipped his joggers and briefs down his hips.

His hard cock bobbed over his stomach, and he shimmied to rest his head on the throw pillow at the arm of the couch. “I was talking about me doing you, but this works.” He scraped his teeth over his lower lip. “Suck me like you mean it.”

Heat sparked up my spine and I rose off the couch for a moment, then dropped my sweats and underwear to the floor and stepped out of them. “Oh, I will.” Grabbing the legs of his joggers, I pulled everything off him, crawled between his legs and looked him over. God, he was beautiful, all hard muscle and soft lips. My mouth watered as I lowered over him and crushed his lips in hungry kisses, our hot dicks slotting together. How was it that every time I was with him, I wanted all of him? It wasn’t just about getting off with him. It was so much more.

Slanting his mouth over mine, he groaned and rocked his hips, sliding our cocks against each other, one hand grabbing my chin while the other firmly held my ass.

I writhed over him as I devoured him, sensation sparking in my cock and dribbling precum against his stomach. Sneaking a hand between us, I pinched his nipple.

With a gasp, he broke the kisses and tipped his head back. “Fuck me.”

“You like that?” I bit down the column of his neck and licked his collarbone, then crept lower, sucking a nipple into my mouth and gi ving it a soft bite while I kneaded the other with my fingers.

“Yeah, fuck yeah.” As his solid cock twitched against mine, he panted.

I nibbled my way down the grooves of his abs, my dick aching with need, and trailed my tongue up his shaft, and then flicked the precum off the tip. The salty taste of him flooded my tongue. I loved how he tasted, how he sounded, how he felt in my mouth.

“More, Jett, please.” He squirmed under me, his eyelids hooded and gaze dark.

As an idea flickered through my head, I bit the corner of my lower lip. “Play with your nipples for me while I suck you off.” I only had two hands, after all.

“Yeah?” He gave me a sexy smirk, teased both nipples into hard nubs and moaned, his dick pulsing near my mouth.

“That’s it.” Watching him play with his nipples, I fisted the base of his swollen cock and sucked him in. A shudder rolled through my body. Fuck, was this ever turning me on. I’d never dared to ask something like that of a hookup. But with the closeness we shared, anything was possible. I pumped over his dick, fluttering my tongue at the crown, and as his balls tightened, I pulled them down.

He tensed his brows. “Oh fuck, getting close.” He pinched his nipples, and his thighs trembled by my head.

Quickening my pace on his dick, I left his balls to stroke myself. Pleasure flashed through my body. I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed around his cockhead.

“Fuck, coming.” He gasped and dropped his jaw open, his cock growing thicker in my mouth, and hot cum erupted down my throat. Shuddering and moaning with each wave of his climax, he bucked his hips.

I swallowed it all down, licking and sucking his pulsing dick. As it slowed, I sat up on my knees and swiped my mouth with the back of my hand .

“Jesus fuck, Jett.” Shaking his head with a soft chuckle, he swiped his dark bangs from his forehead. “Your turn.” He hopped up, shoved me to my back and dove down between my thighs, engulfing my leaking cock with his hot mouth.

A shiver of sensation flickered through me, and I let out a strained whimper, then slapped my hands to the back of his head and thrust my hips. “Yeah, fuck yeah,” I gritted out. He was so fucking good at this and knew exactly how I liked it.

Swiveling his head over my dick, he flicked his tongue over my shaft and pumped, sucking on the way up and plunging over me on the way down. He groaned and fondled my balls.

Pleasure swirled inside my gut and curled my toes. As a gasp tore from my throat, my thighs broke out in goosebumps. Shit, I was about to unload in him. “Close,” I said in a rasp.

He hummed over my dick, and as his saliva dribbled down my balls, he slicked a finger and circled my hole, slipped it in and hit my prostate.

“Holy fuck!” As sensation swept through me in an all-body orgasm, I seized his hair in fisted fingers and held on. Harsh waves of pleasure surged up my spine as he lapped each spurt of my cum. When it slowed, my body relaxed into the couch, and I fought to catch my breath.

“Good?” He threw himself on top of me, propping himself on his elbows on either side of my head, and gave me a sloppy kiss.

With a chuckle, I turned my head, breaking the kiss. “Yes, very good.” I faced him again, a small grin curling my lips. “You’re kind of a nut sometimes, you know that?”

“I do.” He pressed a hard kiss on my chest and cupped my pec. “You have nice tits, you know that?”

Huffing a chuckle, I said, “What?” Winding my arms around his back, I held him tightly. “I’m not a puck bunny.”

“No, you’re a puck boy , and you’re my puck boy.” He freed a soft snort. “And I like your tits.” He glanced down the length of my side. “And your dick.” He twisted his mouth. “And your ass if you ever let me in there someday. ”

I raised my brows. “I might consider it.” I mean, why not? He’d sure enjoyed it when I’d fucked him. And with him, I could do anything. I knew I could trust him.

“You might, huh?” He pressed his spent but swelling cock to mine. “My dick likes that so much, I think it’s perking back up.”

I gave him a soft grin. “Well, it’s going to have to wait. I need to go home and get some sleep.” I kissed the tip of his nose. “And you need to get some sleep too.”

“I sleep better when you’re in bed with me.” His lips bowed down for a beat. “But I suppose you didn’t bring all your shit to stay the night.” With a sigh, he crawled off me, stood and stepped into his joggers. “We need to start thinking through things better.”

“Yeah? Like packing extra shit for just in case?” As warmth fluttered through my chest, I slipped my sweats up my legs and stood. He had a point. It would be nice to come back here and spend the night after our home games. It was so close to the arena that we could probably walk it. Except we’d be hounded by fans.

He picked up my duffel and handed it to me. “Well, we’ll be in LA next week, so?—”

“Fuck.” My heart jolted. With a deep breath, I tipped my head back. I’d almost forgotten…

“What?” Furrowing his brows, he grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.

“It’s Eleanor’s birthday next week and Dad wants to celebrate while I’m there for the game. I’m not going to be flying home with the team.” I scoffed. I’d have to talk to Coach about it, but it was still pre-season and probably not a big deal.

“Yeah? Can I go with you?” Planting his hands on his hips, he snuck his upper lip between his teeth and released it.

“With me? Why?” I stared at him. How would that even go?

“I’ve already met your sister and your dad. I could be there for moral support. Plus, I want to meet this Eleanor lady.” He wagged his brows at me. “I’m sure I could get Coach to let me.” He gav e me a quick smirk. “I’m, like, the best player on the team, so…”

“Oh, you are, huh?” Choking on a snicker, I slapped his arm. “You are so full of yourself sometimes.”

“Yeah, I know. You messaging me that is how this whole thing started.” He poked me in the stomach. “Can you imagine if we’d hooked up and then saw each other in the locker room?” He rubbed his chin. “Wait, I would have known who you were when I saw your face.” He was going way off-topic.

I opened my mouth to speak.

“Did people you hooked up with before me recognize you?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Fuck, did you carry around one of your NDAs to all your hookups?” He chortled.

“No. Most guys I hooked up with didn’t know anything about hockey.” I grabbed my duffel from him. “Let’s get back to the thing with Eleanor.” I stepped toward the door. I was going to shut this conversation down quickly.

“Yeah, about that. I’m going.” He strolled beside me to the door. “I’m not letting my puck boy get beat up by the church lady. Not on my watch.”

I stopped, gaping at him, warmth spreading through my chest. He was something else. “You know what? Fuck it. Come with me. We’ll have to pretend we’re best buddies for now, but I’d love to see what you think of her.” So much for shutting him down. But by now, I knew that when Mason set his mind to something, I wouldn’t be able to stop him.