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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

JETT

I unlocked the door of our hotel room, led Mason inside and flicked on the lamp next to the bed. The place was typical of so many rooms I’d been in before, with the crisp white sheets, beige walls, and modern wooden tables and desk. “Wonder if we’ll still be rooming together after everyone knows about us?” I unbuttoned my shirt, shucked it off and laid it across the back of the desk chair.

“I suppose that depends on how well we’re playing.” Mason undressed, throwing his clothes on the floor, and crawled onto the bed. “You know how superstitious hockey players are.” He freed a soft snort. “If we can make them think that winning games depends on us sleeping together, we’ll be golden.”

Unfastening my trousers, I let them drop and stepped out of them. “Let’s see if we can make that happen.” I glanced at him, resting on his back on the pillow at the headboard, his washboard abs on full display, his cock hard and reaching toward his navel. My dick tingled and swelled. I was going to let him have me tonight.

“Hurry up over there.” He slowly stroked himself. “I’m hard as a rock.” He reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out the lube we’d placed in it earlier .

“Yeah, yeah.” I slipped off my briefs, crawled to him, and lay on my side. Brushing my hands up and down the muscles of his abs, I pressed my hard cock into his thigh. Sensation sparked up my spine.

His breath caught and his stomach tensed. “Fuck, Jett, I want you bad tonight,” he gritted out and turned on his side to face me.

As I gazed deeply into his eyes, I said, “Yeah, me too.” Something had happened to us tonight on the beach, or maybe it had happened to me. I’d let him in all the way, and it didn’t feel bad. It felt good because it was him. For the first time in my life, I was ready to let someone stand beside me and hold me up if I needed it. “I’m going to let you top tonight.” We’d mentioned it, but I wanted him to be sure of my decision.

“Yeah?” With his brows raising, he bit his bottom lip. His dick pulsed and precum threaded onto his stomach. “I think you just made me come a little.”

“Really.” I bent over him and flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting him.

“Are you going to suck me a little first?” He raised the corner of his mouth.

“Is that what you want?” I crept between his legs and spread his thighs wider, my mouth watering.

“Yes, but not too much. You’ve got me so worked up already…” He scraped his teeth over his lower lip, moaned and squirmed. “Fuck, Jett.”

Fisting the base, I sucked him down in long, slow pumps and fluttered my tongue along his shaft.

“Oh, God.” He arched his back and clutched at my hair, his balls drawing up.

I popped off him, licked a bead of precum at his slit and smiled. My balls ached. We needed to move this along. Working my way up his body, I hovered over him, my cock resting on his, and I claimed him in desperate kisses, tangling our tongues in a carnal dance. Rocking my hips, I brushed my dick over his, teasing us both.

Moaning into our kiss, he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, then slipped a finger into my crevice to press against my hole.

My dick pulsed and heat flashed over my skin. I was so ready for this, for him to have all of me. Breaking the kisses, I pecked his cheek and nibbled on his earlobe. “I want you to fuck me, Mason,” I whispered into his ear.

“Jesus fuck, Jett. You’re killing me.” He thrust against me, his cock slick with precum, and rubbed our shafts together.

As pleasure shivered up my spine, I rutted against him, the friction knotting in my groin. If I didn’t stop this…

Shoving me off him, he rolled me to my stomach, knelt behind me and pulled my ass up. “We’re doing this. I’m going to fucking take you.” He spread lube over his fingers, skimmed them over my ass and pressed into my hole. “You ready, baby?”

My heart melted. I had no idea that word could be so wonderful. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I lifted onto my elbows and arched my back, pushing my ass at him.

“You have such a fine ass, my God. I’m going to come so fucking hard.” He spread my cheeks and slipped his slick dick between them, fucking my crack.

With a gasp, the tease of pleasure ached inside me and my dick twitched. I could barely take it. I needed more. Now. I stroked my shaft in time with his thrusts. “Fuck me, Mason, please.”

“Naw, want you good and ready.” He nudged the tip of his dick into my hole and bent over me, kissing and licking my spine. “You’re going to feel so Goddamn nice when I slip inside you.”

Panting, I dropped my head between my arms and my ass clenched around the tip of his dick. It was only a tiny bit of what he was about to do, but he had me almost ready to blow .

He pulled away, pressed a finger into me, breaching the muscle, and rubbed my prostate.

My body shuddered as burning pleasure shot through me, curling my toes. “Oh fuck, more,” I rasped. I needed it, needed him.

“Yeah?” Mason slipped a second finger inside me and pumped. “Don’t touch yourself, Jett. Leave it for me.” He slapped my hand away from my dick.

My cock bobbed and pulsed, leaking precum as he hit my prostate over and over. I groaned and whimpered. I’d never felt so damn good with someone. The more he worked me, the more relaxed I became.

“Okay, baby, this is it.” He pulled his fingers out and pushed his cockhead into me. Reaching around, he stroked my dick while slowly pushing inside. “Oh, fucking hell. You’re so damn tight and perfect.” He gasped and squeezed the head of my dick, milking precum from it.

As he filled me, pressure and friction burned my insides, but in a good way. My cock pulsed in his hand, and I groaned as a shudder rolled over me.

As his heavy balls rested against my thighs, he asked, “How are you doing, babe?” He kissed my back and cradled my dick in his hand. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, hell no. Feels good.” I wiggled my ass on his dick.

He freed a raspy moan and pulled out, then pushed back in, his cock pegging my prostate.

With a sharp gasp, tingling flashed inside me, and I shivered. “Go, Mason. I’m good. I’m more than good.” Fuck me, I liked this a whole lot. Would I ever want to top again?

“Yeah?” With quick jerks of his hips, he fucked my ass and pumped his fist over my dick. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck…” He panted along my spine and bit at my back. “Can I bring you up?” He pulled on my shoulders. “I need you closer.”

With a nod, I lifted, and he caught me from behind, our bodies still trapped together, both of us kneeling on the bed .

He wrapped one arm around my chest and grabbed my hips with his other hand, then swiped his tongue along the shell of my ear and thrust inside me.

I twisted enough to claim his lips with mine and pumped my cock. Sparks lit up my whole body as tension wound tight in my gut. I was close.

He kissed and fucked me with abandon, moaning and whimpering while holding me tightly. After a few minutes, his rhythm faltered. “Fuck, gonna come.” He licked my cheek and bit my earlobe. “Oh, God,” he growled, then grabbed my dick and gave it fast strokes.

“Oh, Jesus.” I clenched my jaw, and an all-encompassing wave of pleasure surged inside me, pinching my insides and pulsing my cock. As heat filled my hole, my cum shot onto my chin and chest, over and over, and I lost myself to it all. From that moment, we were one, caught up in pleasure.

As it slowed, his chest heaved against my back and he gently pushed me forward to lie on my stomach on the bed with him over me, his arm still wrapped around me. “I’m not letting you go, Jett.” He nuzzled into my neck and squeezed me. “It’s never been this good for me.”

Fuck, I loved him. Right this second, my heart was all his. “Not for me either.” I turned my profile to him, and he placed a lingering, lazy kiss on my cheek. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He snuggled over me, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder.

My chest swelled with warmth. Mason was fucking killing me again. “I like it when you call me baby , in case you were wondering.” A smirk played over my lips.

“Yeah?” He pressed kiss after soft kiss on my cheek. “Baby, you’re something else.” Nibbling on my neck, he said, “I can’t get enough of you, baby. Like I can’t let you go, and I don’t want to pull out. I want to stay here forever.”

I chuckled. “What about hockey?” Fuck, we had to get back to the real world tomorrow .

“Think you could play with me on top of you?” A soft snicker rumbled out of him. “With my dick in your ass?”

“Uh, no.” I giggled. The fucker had me giggling. “You’re kinda weird sometimes.” I sighed.

“I know. But I think we established that it’s another thing you love about me.” With a hard kiss on my back, he lifted off and out of me. “Okay, I guess we should clean this up or the maid is going to wonder what the hell happened in here.”

After cleaning up with a quick shower, we both fell into bed. I was tucked into his front, my back facing him. Mason’s arm wound around my torso, and I held his forearm, then kissed his knuckles. This could really work, Mason and me. For the first time in my life, I felt like I could be myself, and it was amazing.

“So, I guess your dad is going to miss us playing Dallas.” He nibbled on my shoulder. “Too bad. He should see how badly we’re going to beat them.”

I edged closer to him, his body heat warming my insides. “Yeah, well, they’ll be in Tuscany. It’s okay.”

“What does he know about that situation?” He hugged me tighter.

I shrugged a shoulder. “Not much, actually. I told him I wasn’t happy with the coaching style and that Will had put out feelers for me and the Coyotes gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” I hadn’t come anywhere near the truth.

“So, he had no idea what they were doing to you?” He lifted to look at me, his brows wrinkling.

“Nope. No idea. It was part of my NDA that he’d never find out.” An ache rippled through my chest. What would Dad have thought about the real situation? “Fucking Eleanor would probably say I deserved it somehow.” Heat flickered inside me.

“Hey.” He shook me. “That woman is not worth getting upset about. I think you and your sister are right to keep your distance from her.”

“Fuck. I wish I had my dad back.” Pain sliced through my heart. I’d never realized how bad things had gotten.

Wrapping me up and kissing my cheek, he said, “Someday, you’ll get him back. I promise.”

“At least I have you.” Twisting my head, I pressed a long kiss on his mouth. “Goodnight, babe.” Okay, it felt a little off for me to say it, but he deserved the term of endearment too.

With a shy smile, he said, “Goodnight, babe.” He shut off the nightstand lamp and cuddled into my back.

A few weeks had passed, and we were readying for our home game against Dallas. The pre-season was over, and our line was set with Volkov as our left winger and Mason playing center. Over the last couple of weeks, Mason and I had spent as much time together as we could, on and off the road, and my feelings had only gotten stronger for him. I was full-on in love. No denying it. The guys had made a few jokes about us being together, but nothing had stuck and Volkov had kept his mouth shut about us.

As I strolled into the arena hallway in my best gray suit for our game against Dallas, my chest clenched. This was it. I’d be seeing my old teammates. Sure, there was an NDA in place, but I knew it wouldn’t stop Boyd from chirping at me. Or more.

“Hey.”

My arm was tugged back, and I was yanked into a small conference room. The door shut and hands slammed me against the wall. “What the fuck?” I braced myself.

The lights flickered on. “It’s me.” Mason faced me, his chest pressing me to the wall and his face close. “You’re mine and you’re gorgeous as hell tonight.” His gaze dropped to my mouth and hi s lips grazed mine. “We’re going to fuck so hard after we beat these assholes.”

“Yeah? Who’s going to be on top this time?” I gave him a coy grin. We’d been mixing it up as of late.

“Not sure. Guess we’ll have to see what happens in the moment.” He kissed the tip of my nose and ground his half-hard cock against mine. “When we get out there, that’s what I want you to think about. Nothing else. None of the bullshit they pulled on you last season.”

I breathed in deeply. “Okay.” I wasn’t sure I could promise him that, but I’d try.

“And you know you’ve got me, Archer, and Volkov at your back. And that’s a minimum.” He pressed a hard kiss on my lips. “I mean it, Jett. If they look at you wrong, I’ll?—”

“You’ll play good hockey, and we’ll win. That’s how we’ll beat them. Not with fists.” I studied him. I hoped I could do the same. I wasn’t sure I could hold back if Boyd came at me.

“Yeah.” He stepped back and dropped his arms to his side. “I’ll be right there with you.” Grabbing my hand, he kissed the back of it. “Let’s get out there and show ’em who’s boss.”

“Hell yes.” With my heart warming and a smile on my face, I opened the door and walked with him to the locker room.

An hour later, I was bending over with my stick on the ice, watching Hopkins readying for the starting faceoff against Boyd. My heart pounded and my mouth went dry. I didn’t want to look at the fucker.

My replacement, a guy named Cook, stood across from me. I had no idea where they’d picked him up from. Maybe the minors?

The ref dropped the puck and Hopkins growled, then scrabbled with Boyd and tossed the puck at me. I broke away down the outside of the rink .

Boyd came up on my right. “Hey, faggot, good to see you again.” He checked me into the boards, and I fell to my ass.

With a quick swivel, he ran the puck in the other direction.

Hopkins skated up on him, tossed him aside and stole the puck. “Fucker!” He passed to Volkov, grabbed my arm and pulled me up as he passed by me. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Shit, he was going to worry about me too much and not have his head in the game. I went after Volkov and the puck.

Volkov shot to me, and I slapped it toward the goalie, who dropped to his pads and caught the puck in his glove. “Too slow, faggot.”

My gaze snapped to Volkov. Did he hear that?

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” Volkov puffed out his chest and went at him.

The goalie shoved him away and a ref skated between them, blowing his whistle.

Fuck me, this was already a shit show, and all because of me. Maybe Coach should take me out of the game. I eyed Boyd, who threw an evil grin my way. I had a feeling the fucker had the whole team ready to go after me tonight. I glanced at the time and skated toward the bench along with Hopkins.

After stepping through the gate and taking a seat next to Carlson, I watched Hopkins come off the ice.

Carlson leaned in. “What the hell is going on out there?”

Hopkins glanced at Coach Henderson and dropped in next to me. “They’re fucking with us. We’ve been called faggot by two guys already.”

Coach Dupont, Carlson’s father, stepped to us. “Did I hear that right?” The muscle in his jaw bulged.

“Yeah.” Carlson blew out a breath and shook his head, glaring at the guys working the puck up and down the rink.

Holding his hand over his mouth and eyeing the play, Coach Dupont said, “Don’t pay them any mind. Show them it can’t get to you, and they’ll stop and try some other tactic.” He peeked at Coach Davis, my line coach, and then said something to him in a low voice.

Coach Davis nodded and patted my shoulder. “If they start playing dirty, we’ll catch them.”

“Okay.” I pressed my lips together. I needed to keep my head down and play clean. Let them fuck up and make mistakes.

Halfway into the second period, it was clear Boyd wasn’t going to let up. He’d been breathing down my neck, chirping at me every time I was on the ice. He’d checked me so many times that I’d lost count. I had the puck, and I skated as fast as I could toward their net with Boyd hot on my heels.

Hopkins skated a circle around the back of the goal and rammed into Boyd with his shoulder, knocking him on his ass.

The goalie, spreading out for me, yelled, “Can’t shoot unless your boy toy takes care of Boyd?”

“Fuck him up, Jarvis.” Volkov skated up behind the goalie and pushed his stick out, ready for me to shoot to him or at the net.

With a growl, I hit a slap shot right into the five-hole, and the horn blew.

“Son of a bitch!”

My helmet flew off with a hit to the back of my head. I twisted around and a fist landed on my jaw, throwing my head sideways, blood splattering from my lip onto my jersey.

“Fucking faggot! You shouldn’t be out here. You should have been benched.” Boyd jumped on me, and I whiplashed backward, my head hitting the ice, sparks lighting up behind my eyes as pain sliced through my skull. “Fuck you, Boyd!” I threw off my gloves, grabbed his jersey and wrestled with him.

“Get off him, asshole!” Hopkins came flying out of nowhere and sprang at Boyd, the three of us rolling on the ice, all knuckl es and knees. Another fist plowed into my jaw and the lights went out.