Page 11 of Love on Ice (Love in Terengia #5)

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THERE ARE WORSE WAYS TO DIE

Sebastian

With a loud sigh, I drop onto the large bed in the luxurious hotel I've booked for the last night of our trip. I'm really glad I spared no expense or effort. I’d read somewhere that when you look back on your vacation, you’ll remember the last night most. So, if the last evening was nice, the whole vacation was nice — and vice versa, of course. That's why I chose this luxury hotel. And from the way I’ve sunk into this thick bed, it was the right decision.

I'm exhausted. As nice as the last nine days have been, we’ve probably overdone the sightseeing. But who knows when we'll come back to Canada? And, anyway, there's just too much to see, and that’s even before the exciting evenings at the ice rinks, or what we got up to at night — and I don’t mean sleep.

Even now, Michael turns to look at me with an expression that makes my cock stiffen and my asshole contract joyfully. My man is simply insatiable.

My man ?

Damn! I’d give anything for that sentence to be true.

In the last few days, Michael hasn't mentioned anything about wanting more. I’m more and more convinced that, for him, this is just a little vacation fling. A walk on the wild side. A little experiment that he can pack up and stow away when he gets home.

For me, it was so much more right from the start — a dream come true, a chance to have the love of my life in a way I never thought possible.

Should I talk to him? Tell him how I really feel?

But that risks spoiling our last evening, an evening I put so much effort into. It could make everything incredibly awkward, especially after I made sure we’d be sharing a bed again — I couldn’t stop myself.

In Montreal, our second stop of the trip, the pretty dark-haired receptionist with her cute French accent asked me if we wanted a room with twin or double beds. My body was still alive from the amazing sex the night before, so I asked for a room with a double bed. When we got to our room and Michael saw the bed, he didn't say a word, but a little smile played on his lips. From that moment on I asked for a double bed. Like today.

Maybe I don't have to come right out and say how I feel. Maybe not outright confess to Michael that I'm in love with him. Maybe I'll just check out how he’d feel about carrying on sleeping with me when we get back home. That's pretty innocuous, isn't it?

Uncertainly, I bite my lower lip. If he said no, it would break my heart. Not only that, it might ruin our friendship, too, and I have no idea how I'd exist without Michael as my best friend.

But then again .. .

What if he likes the idea? What if I get — almost — everything I’ve ever wanted?

It's like poker: All or nothing.

Am I willing to take the risk? I could win everything, but I could also lose everything.

Let’s do this!

Michael

Sebastian is looking at me thoughtfully. I’d love to read his thoughts now!

He’s biting his lower lip, a tell I recognize from our epic board game battles. It's a clear sign that he's not sure what to do.

A shudder passes suddenly through his body and he raises his arms to sign something. Then his face falls, he exhales deeply, shakes his head, and jumps up from the bed.

What the hell is going on?

Sebastian hurries through the room and opens the door, so someone must have knocked. A young man in the hotel uniform comes in with our suitcases. We take our luggage from him and hand over the last of our cash. Happy with the generous tip, he says goodbye with a polite nod.

When I turn to face Sebastian, he’s messing around with the suitcases. The thoughtful mood of a moment ago has vanished. What did he want to tell me?

There’s no point worrying about spilled milk, though, and I have a mission: For us not to leave the hotel room again tonight.

I pull the thick comforter from the generous double bed and spread it out on the floor. The beige blanket has a shiny pattern embossed on it. It looks a bit old-fashioned and I'm sure I would never want it in my own apartment, but it's beautiful in its own way.

Smiling, I begin to empty the shopping bags from our afternoon stop. In the center I put the large platter of sliced fruit. Around it I place various cheeses, salami, and most importantly, one of Sebastian's favorites, tomatoes. Then I tear the baguette into bite-sized pieces and open the bottle of red wine I bought to celebrate. Luckily, there are wine glasses in the room.

When everything is ready, I walk over to my best friend, who is still sorting through his suitcase, with the two glasses in my hands.

Over the past few days, we've kind of thrown all of our stuff into our bags. One thing we plan to do tonight is pack our bags more sensibly. We don't want to pay for excess weight or half of my stuff ending up in Seb's when we get back.

But watching me approach him with two wine glasses, he grins broadly at me and lets our chaotic packing slide.

With a “thank you” on his lips, he takes one of the glasses from me. As we clink them, he adds, "Here's to you!"

I take one sip of the delicious full wine, then I set it down on the vintage bureau next to me to sign, "Here's to you! Thank you for this wonderful trip. It was the best gift anyone has ever given me!"

Am I mistaken, or is Sebastian blushing a little?

I lean forward and kiss him. He tastes of wine and himself. It’s a heady mixture that means I can’t just let it be a kiss. I brush my lips against his, licking into his mouth with my tongue, or sucking his into mine.

My cock throbs so tightly in my pants, I almost regret packing them rather than something looser. Jeans and a permanent boner don’t mix. But there’s no way I’d have predicted we’d end up like this.

As I reach between my legs to adjust my cock into a more comfortable position, Sebastian takes a small step back, and his eyes follow my hand intently. I don’t let this opportunity go to waste and play with my cock more than is absolutely necessary.

When Sebastian lifts his eyes, however, he shakes his head.

"Let's eat. If we gave into your sex drive every time, we'd starve."

I shrug.

There are worse ways to die.

Sebastian

Michael is too adorable! Even after nine days, I'm blown away by how nothing fazes him when it comes to sex. He’s had no problem asking for what he wants straight from the start. It’s a huge turn-on.

I feel more desired than I’ve ever felt before in my life — really sexy! It’s a feeling that could go to my head if I'm not careful.

Right now, it's time to eat. There’ll be plenty of time for anything else later. The thought alone brings a smile to my face.

Michael has created the most delicious-looking picnic ever while I was throwing our stuff from our luggage onto the bed. My eyes wander over the delicacies spread out on the floor.

We didn’t discuss how we were going to spend tonight, but just as I was about to ask Michael to turn into the supermarket parking lot, he put on his blinker. We’d had the same idea, it seems. But whether that came from the same need to spend even more time together … A guy can dream.

Sitting comfortably on the floor, shoulder to shoulder, our backs leaning against the bed, we fill our bellies.

It’s been a fantastic vacation!

Michael runs back through the highlights of all the hockey games we’ve seen in the last few days. His face is alight and I'm delighted. His enthusiasm is almost palpable — it’s so sweet!

In a rare pause in the conversation, I tell Michael to take a look at our bed. Michael gives me a little side-eye and I burst out laughing.

"No, this isn't some poorly veiled plan to get you into bed," I explain.

With a wry smile on his lips, he stands. Half hidden behind Michael's yellow suitcase is a treat I prepared while Michael was busy with the picnic. Luckily, he was so distracted he didn't notice!

Laid out so he can read the name on the back, there are 16 jerseys of Michael's favorite players. Some of them he bought, some he knows I bought for him, and a few I bought secretly when Michael was distracted.

For a moment, my best friend stands there mesmerized, then he shakes his head in disbelief.

"I never wanted you to forget our trip," I admit quietly, feeling incredibly vulnerable.

The next moment a mountain of a man has straddled me. While I'm still gasping for breath, his mouth has found mine and his tongue pushes aggressively in. I moan loudly and give myself completely to the wild kiss. A kiss that ends only when lack of oxygen becomes a serious problem for both of us.

Michael puts his forehead against mine. Our breath is ragged. I push my head a little deeper into the soft mattress behind me to study Michael's features better. His gaze is full of heat, but there's also so much more. Affection. Love?

Before I’m sure, Michael's lips are on mine again. This insatiable guy can’t get enough of me. And I’m totally okay with that! I’ll take everything he’s got.

I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. Michael's weight on me, his demanding kisses, and his stiff cock pushing against me are too much. But when he circles his hips against me and his rock-hard cock slides the entire length of mine, I panic briefly that I’ll come. Like a teenager. Still fully clothed.

But then Michael pulls back.

I look up at him confused but see he’s triumphantly holding up one of the wine glasses we had set down next to us on the carpet. Damn! I must have knocked it over without noticing. Thank god, Michael's amazing reflexes saved us from a minor catastrophe.

There’s no way we continue this here. Not with the picnic spread out on the floor at our feet. On the bed are the scattered contents of our suitcases. While I'm still thinking about what to do, Michael has stood up and swept everything off the bed and onto the floor.

That'll do it!

Michael

I can’t wait anymore! I need to be inside Sebastian. That man drives me crazy with everything he does!

I mean, the whole vacation was a wonderful gesture, but to see all those jerseys spread out on the bed like that ... I didn't even know he’d bought some of them. And how the hell did he manage to find a jersey of Daniel Miller, the best forward of the L.A. Kings and my absolute favorite hockey player? I’d been looking feverishly for one ever since we arrived in Canada. But it was impossible to get jerseys for a team that doesn't even play in this division, being based on the other side of the continent. Sebastian is a magician!

And then there’s his body … It’s absolutely amazing just to sit so on him and have his lips on mine, but when my cock rubbed against his, I almost came. And judging by Sebastian's antics, so did he.

I need more! I have to be inside him now.

I swipe everything from the bed onto the floor. The only thing left on it are the jerseys that led to our kiss — not that we needed an excuse. Sooner or later we’d have moved on to the hot part of the evening, so who cares?

I glance at Sebastian. He must be totally okay with what I’m doing because he’s gotten up from the floor and is ripping his clothes off.

I grin. That's the way I like it!

I carefully place the jerseys onto the desk. It’s one of the few areas in the entire hotel room that we haven't filled up with stuff. When I turn around, my heart stops for a moment. Sebastian is bending over stark naked, his perfectly round butt stretched provocatively upwards.

My hands shoot forward of their own accord ready to explore the sight in front of me. But then he straightens, holding a tube of lube and a pack of condoms triumphantly.

Damn! My balls contract painfully.

I push Sebastian onto the soft bed. Still holding the important utensils, he grins cheekily at me.

"Come on!" he commands, licking his lips.

My hands fly to my waistband. I have to get rid of these clothes. I need to be naked! I want to be naked with Sebastian .

But he’s signing at me to stop.

What's going on?

Have I misunderstood something?

I raise an eyebrow questioningly.

Is Sebastian blushing?

Then he shrugs his right shoulder almost apologetically and signs, "Can you stay dressed?"

My confusion must have shown because the blush on Sebastian's face becomes a little deeper.

"For some reason I find it ... hot. When I'm naked and ... you're not!" he signs nervously.

Oh my god!

My gaze wanders over the stark naked man lying on the bed spread out like a buffet and ready for me to snack on. He wants me to take him like this. Fully clothed.

My cock twitches excitedly in my pants, and this time the tightness doesn’t feel awkward –– it just makes me hotter.

What other fantasies are in that blond head in front of me? I’ll make it my mission to play out each one of them.

With one leap, I throw myself on him. My clothed body completely covers the naked one under me. The zipper of my pants presses against my cock, and there’s no doubt the rough denim is rubbing Sebastian's most sensitive spot too.

His body tries to twitch under me, but because of my weight, he doesn't stand a chance.

This only seems to make him more excited.

Me too!