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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

MYLES

I watched the contents of my protein shake swirling in the blender at the squad house. I was trying one of Tyler’s recipes he’d gotten from the Blackhawks’ nutritionist. This shit was supposed to give me energy for days.

Zoma walked in through the front door. “Oh, hey Myles. Are you preparing for your second big night?” Smiling at me, he sauntered to the kitchen island and sat on a stool at the counter, propping his elbows on it.

I stopped blending, then poured the drink into a tall glass. Was Cooper at his hotel yet? I thought of him constantly.

“You and Cooper look well.” His smile reached his eyes as he placed his chin in his palms.

“We are.” Warmth filled my chest. I was in love. Did it show? I sipped my drink, the cool sweetness gliding down my throat, and stepped to the island, stopping opposite Zoma.

“I mean, he came out to his parents and they’re coming here for Thanksgiving…” He hooked a brow.

“They are.” I nodded. Where was he going with this?

“You two are always so cozy when you’re home.” He side-eyed me.

“Yeah?” I drank more of my shake. And ?

“So, are you in love yet?” He fixated on me. “Because you sure look it to me.”

“Uh, maybe.” I quirked the corner of my mouth. “Okay yes. At least I am.” He was fishing for that information.

Zoma freed a soft squeal, shaking his hands. “I’m so happy for you, Myles.” His face went slack. “Wait, you haven’t told him yet, have you?” He dropped his forearms on the counter.

“No, because I don’t know how.” I pressed my lips together. It wasn’t something you should just blurt out.

“Sure, but I think if you told him, he’d say it back.” He wrinkled his brows.

“Maybe.” Would he, though? How could Zoma be so sure? I rubbed a finger over the counter.

“No, maybe .” Zoma tapped the counter in front of me. “He dotes on you like, well, like Ace dotes on me. He looks at you like a man in love.”

“Okay.” Scratching my temple, my gaze crept to his. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just tell him. Shouldn’t a declaration of love be special?”

“It should, but sometimes it comes out when you least expect it.” He huffed a chuckle. “When Ace told me, it was during an argument. Well, sort of.” He frowned. “I hadn’t let him tell me when he’d wanted to.”

“Why?” I set my half-drunk shake on the counter. I remembered the night when we’d just gotten home from an away game and Zoma had shown up at the house during a rare desert rainstorm.

“I wasn’t ready.” His gaze found mine. “But you two are ready.” He tilted his head. “Maybe you could make it special, you know, have candles and a nice dinner waiting for him when he comes home.” He clasped his hands over his heart.

Huffing a sigh, I said, “I don’t know if that’s my style.” But would it be Cooper’s style? He’d been sort of romantic with me lately. What if Zoma was wrong, though? My chest squeezed.

“Try it. I have a feeling you’d make him ecstatic.” He smirked. “I can make sure no one’s home. I’ll take Ace out somewhere tomorrow. He’d be all for it, anyway.”

“Yeah, okay.” Nodding, I drank the rest of my shake. I supposed I could take a chance. He’d taken so many with me.

My phone chimed on the kitchen counter by the blender. “I’ll do something, so make plans with Ace.” I picked up the phone. There was a text message from Cooper. Speak of the devil.

Cooper

I’m alone in my hotel room. Where are you?

I tapped the screen, my dick waking. I knew what he wanted.

Myles

About to be alone in my room.

Rinsing out my glass, a smile grew over my mouth. This whole long distance sex thing was kinda hot.

“I’m guessing the text was from Cooper?” Zoma stood, walked to the couch, and dropped into a corner.

“It was.” I set the glass into the dishwasher. “I’m going to go talk to him in my room.” My face heated. Hopefully, Zoma wouldn’t hear anything, but that thought wouldn’t stop me. I hightailed past Zoma and into my room.

“Okay, I’ll just watch some television.” Zoma called out.

After shutting the door and throwing my phone on the bed, I dropped my shorts and briefs and shucked off my t-shirt.

My phone rang with a FaceTime call.

“Shit.” Climbing onto the bed, I hit the screen, answering the call.

Cooper’s gorgeous face appeared, his cheeks flushed. “Hey, babe.” He raised the edge of his lips. “You look naked.”

“I am.” With a soft snort, I laid on my back, my dick lengthening against my stomach. “Aren’t you?”

“Give me a second. I didn’t know you’d be ready.” The screen showed a white ceiling with shadows dancing across it.

Slowly palming my cock, I bit my lower lip. Tension coiled inside me. How would he control the toy and talk on a call with me?

His face and chest came into view, along with a beige upholstered headboard. “What are you doing?” His eyes darkened.

“Stroking my dick, eh.” I freed a soft laugh. I sounded a little stupid.

“Yeah?” He scraped his teeth over his lower lip. “So am I.” He glanced away for a beat. “Wanna see?” He moved his phone higher, and the screen filled with his chest, washboard abs and then his thick cock, his hand wrapped around it, gliding up and down. “Feels fucking good.”

Pleasure pulsed my dick and precum beaded on the tip. Yeah, this was turning me on. “I love your cock, Cooper.”

“You do?” He stroked faster, his breath quickening. “Where’s yours?”

“Oh.” I held the phone higher, letting the camera take in my torso. “There.” This should feel weird, shouldn’t it? But with him, nothing felt weird.

“That’s hot. Where’s the toy?” His eyelids hooded and a soft groan worked free of his throat.

“Just a minute.” I set the phone down, opened my nightstand drawer, and pulled out the sleeve. After slipping it on, I picked my phone up and hovered it over my hips.

“Fuck…” he rasped.

The toy sprang to life, vibrating over my cock.

I startled and gasped as sensation jolted all the way to my toes. This thing was a little too good. As I itched to rock my hips, I brought the camera to show my torso and face. If we would keep doing this, we should probably buy a stand. Would that make me a cam boy? I smirked.

“How’s that? Too much or not enough?” He parted his lips, his hand pumping over his swollen cock, the tip leaking a thread of precum.

“It’s perfect.” I focused on the movement of his hand over his cock, the way he squeezed at the tip and rocked his hips. Sensation heightened inside me and my balls grew tight. Shit, wouldn’t last. Maybe he should turn it down a notch. “Hey, Cooper, can you uh, turn it?—”

The toy buzzed faster.

“Oh, fuck.” With my stomach clenching, my mouth dropped open as an intense wave of pleasure surged over me. My dick pulsed and shot cum over my chest while sparks lit behind my eyes. I gasped and moaned, thrusting my hips, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Oops.” Cooper came closer to the screen. “Fuck, you’re making me come.” He set the camera on his cock as he milked it, cum spraying to paint his stomach.

As it slowed, I stripped the toy off me and brought the phone closer to my face. How I’d held the phone out through the intense orgasm was a miracle. Panting, I said, “I was going to ask you to slow it down.”

He giggled. “Yeah, well.” He grabbed a white towel from off camera and wiped off. “Guess I need more practice.”

“You can turn it off now.” I glanced at the toy, still humming on the bed. Awkward…

“Oh, yeah.” His finger came at the screen and the toy stilled. “Besides my misuse of the toy, how was it?”

I smiled at him. He was always thinking of me, always. Maybe Zoma had been correct about his feelings for me? “It was fantastic, even with the misuse.” My heart swelled with fluttering warmth. I would do what Zoma suggested. Cooper deserved a little surprise from me.

He tilted his head over his pillow. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, because I sure did. Maybe next time we can record it?” He raised his brows.

“Uh, I don’t know.” Where had these ideas come from? “Why would you want to do that, eh?” Holding the phone to my face, I hopped off the bed, grabbed some underwear from the hamper, and wiped the cum off .

“So I can watch you on the road when we’re not together.” His smile waned. “I can’t get enough of you, Myles.”

A grin spread over my lips. The things he says to me... “Same, Cooper.” I wasn’t sure about recording us, though. “Let me think on if I want to become your personal cam boy, eh?”

“Damn, now that sounds even hotter.” He turned his head, and his eyes widened. “Oh, shit. JJ’s back.” The screen became a blur of hotel room furnishings with some skin. A door clapped shut. His face filled the screen again and white tiles showed in the background. “Almost got caught naked.”

“Can’t have that. JJ might see how hot you are.” I snickered. “How are you and JJ getting along?” I’d heard nothing about him and hadn’t seen him around.

“We, uh, had a little talk, and it’s all good.” He set the phone on a counter in the bathroom and skimmed his briefs and sweats up his legs.

“How come he’s never around anymore?” I said, furrowing my brows. And why did they need a talk?

“He’s been busy.” He glanced away and came back. “Hey, I should be going. I need to prepare for the game.”

“Okay, guess I’ll see you tomorrow when you get home.” I drew in a breath. I still had to plan something nice for him. “When do you think you’ll be back?”

“Probably early afternoon.” His lips quirked. “Can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too.” I had shit to do now. “See you and be safe out there.”

“I will, you too. Go get a goal for me and I’ll get a touchdown for you.” He kissed the screen. “Bye babe.”

“Bye.” I ended the call. He called me babe all the time now. I liked it.

We were ahead by one, with only a few minutes in the third period.

I launched myself from the bench, soaring over the boards onto the ice, Neuman and Pieterick flanking me.

We had to prevent Michigan from scoring, and I had to score a goal for Cooper.

I wouldn’t let him down. I had two assists, but it wasn’t enough.