Page 38 of Offside Play (Love The Game #1)
Jude
I stepped back to admire my handiwork. Giant picnic blanket spread out on the lawn. Check. Battery-powered fairy lights. Check. Extra blankets and pillows. Check. Lube… Check. Now, all I needed was Cody.
I found him in the kitchen, stacking the empty bottles on the countertop, ready to be rinsed and recycled. Sliding my arms around his waist, I kissed the back of his shoulder. “We survived the night.”
He huffed out a laugh. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
In Cody-speak, that meant he’d had a great time. I smiled. “It was good. I told you that you’d be able to host a party. Now the housewarming’s over, we’ll have to find an excuse to host another.”
Turning to face me, he eyed me with raised brows. “Do you need an excuse?”
“No, but you do.”
“Maybe.” His gaze flicked up to my head, and he frowned, his hand sliding into my damp hair. “Did you shower?”
“Yeah. Just a quick one. Reuben spilled beer on me, and I didn’t wanna smell like a brewery all night.”
He hummed, his fingers curving around the back of my head, pulling me closer. Dipping his head to my throat, he trailed his nose across my skin. “You smell good.”
“Mmm. So do you. Hey. Can you come with me for a minute?”
“Where?”
“Just—” A buzzing sound cut me off. Cody reached behind him, grabbing his phone from the counter and then swiping at the screen.
I automatically glanced down, seeing Petrov’s name before I averted my gaze. I didn’t want to invade his privacy.
“It’s okay. You can look.” Cody tilted my chin up, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “There’s nothing I want to hide from you.”
“Same. We’ve done enough hiding.”
Together, we read the messages that had come through within seconds of each other.
Petrov:
The youth coaching scheme is officially going ahead
Davis:
First sessions start in September. Me & Petrov are doing two sessions a week each with your kids, and the guys from the summer camp are taking care of the new signups
Petrov:
Since you started this whole thing and you’ve financed most of it, we thought it was only fair that you got the credit
Davis:
Drumroll, please
Petrov:
Welcome to CC Youth Hockey! The CC stands for Cody Clements
Cody’s phone fell to the floor, his hand flying to his mouth. “Fuck,” he whispered. “ Fuck .”
“Hey.” I wrapped my arms around him, stroking up and down his back. “They’re right. You put your own money into investing in equipment and upgraded facilities for those kids, and you deserve to be credited for it.”
He shook his head helplessly. “I didn’t do it for recognition.
I did it because those kids I was coaching deserve every chance they can get, and—” A sigh fell from his throat.
“It was partly for selfish reasons. I knew I wasn’t coming back to Calgary, and I felt guilty about letting them down.
I wanted to make it up to them in a small way. ”
“You have nothing to feel guilty about,” I assured him.
“Think about it—Petrov and Davis enjoyed coaching enough to want to make it a regular thing, and the guys who ran their summer camp liked the idea enough to make it happen. Everyone involved in this coaching scheme is there because they want to be, and the kids aren’t missing out.
I mean, they are, because you’re you, and you’re fucking incredible, but they’re getting to be mentored by people at the same professional level. ”
“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
“Debatable.” He kissed me and then leaned down to swipe his phone from the floor. Returning to the message thread, he typed out a reply.
Cody:
I don’t know what to say except thanks. I appreciate this more than you’ll ever know
Petrov:
So polite. England has changed you, man
Davis:
No, it’s the regular dicking
Cody:
I hate you both
Petrov:
Seriously though, you’re welcome. Anytime you want to come back for a visit, we’ll welcome you with open arms. I know the kids would like that too
Cody looked at me, and I read the question in his eyes.
“Yeah, I’ll come with you. We’ll make it work.
I get a couple of breaks when the international matches are happening, and I’m sure Ross would be okay with you missing one or two sessions if we can’t get our schedules lined up. Scott will be there to help out.”
“It’s that easy, huh?” His lips curved upwards.
“It can be.”
Cody:
We might take you up on that
Davis:
Make sure you do
Petrov:
Almost forgot. Marcus said to say he’ll miss you, but he thinks you’re doing the right thing. Apparently your international incident impressed him
“International incident,” Cody muttered.
“Tell him you call it a ‘one-man pitch invasion.’”
“No.”
Davis:
We’ll take care of him, and the others. You don’t have to worry
Cody:
I want regular updates
Petrov:
That brings us nicely to the next order of business. How would you feel about a monthly video call to discuss training techniques? We could help each other out
Cody:
Sounds good. I’d like that
When he placed his phone back on the counter, I cupped his jaw, tilting his head so I could meet his eyes.
I licked my lips, unsure about what I wanted to say, but needing to get the words out regardless.
“Do you have any regrets? About staying, I mean. And all that goes with it. Giving up the NHL and having your old teammates take over your work with the kids. Moving away from everything you’ve ever known. ”
Cody’s gaze bored into mine, his eyes dark and serious. “None.”
“None at all?”
“Jude. No. I spent six years in the NHL feeling like I didn’t quite belong anywhere.
Like I was always one mistake away from being dropped.
I fucking love hockey, and I was lucky to play in the NHL, but you know the struggle I had dealing with the things that come with playing at that level.
” He laughed without humour. “Yeah, coaching was an escape, and I’m gonna miss those kids, but I know they’re in good hands. ”
“They are.”
He leaned in, brushing his mouth over mine. “I moved to a new country, and I gained so much more than I lost. A great job. Friends. You . You’re here, and I get to come home to you every night. Believe me, there’s nothing to regret.”
“I fucking love you,” I breathed. “Come with me now, please.”
“Love you. So fucking much.”
Reaching out, I threaded my fingers through his and led him out the door.
“Fuuuck.” My hips thrust forwards, Cody’s hot mouth wrapped around my cock as he knelt down, palming my ass. “This was supposed to be me taking care of you. It was your reward for agreeing to have the housewarming party.”
Releasing me, he eyed me from beneath his lashes, his pupils blown wide, slowly and deliberately swiping his tongue over his lips. “My reward is you lying down on this blanket and letting me rim you.”
I groaned, throwing my head back as vivid images flashed through my mind. “Yeah. Okay. Fuck.”
I let him drag me down to the blanket and arrange me on my stomach with a pillow beneath me. He crawled over me, resting his weight on his hands and knees, and placed his mouth to my ear.
“Do you trust me? I want to try something. It’ll involve patience, but I think you’ll like it.”
“Anything. It’s your reward.”
His mouth curved upwards. “Okay. Tell me if you want to stop.” Moving back, he trailed his lips down my spine, his stubble lightly rasping against my skin, while his hands followed the same path down my sides.
The summer night was cool, which was why I’d brought extra blankets outside, but in that moment, I felt as if I was burning. His hands spread my ass, the callouses rough on my oversensitive skin, and then his hot tongue swiped over my hole.
“ Cody .”
He hummed, teasing my rim with the tip of his tongue until I arched back against him, desperate for more.
My cock was leaking steadily into the pillow, the pressure far too light to satisfy, thanks to the way his hands were positioning me, holding me in place.
It was torture. It was unbearable. It was so fucking good.
“Please. I can’t. I need,” I panted, and he laughed against me before scraping his teeth across my ass cheek. My whole body jerked. “Fucking hell .”
After another bite, which went straight to my aching, neglected dick, he took mercy on me, going at me in earnest with his tongue.
By the time he replaced his tongue with lubed-up fingers, opening me up to take his thick cock, I was an incoherent fucking mess, moaning into my folded arms as he slammed into me again and again and again.
He kept a tight control, holding me in the same position, never allowing my dick to do more than skim the fabric covering the pillows, his hips angled to avoid my prostate as much as possible.
“Gonna come so fucking hard,” he growled, and then his body shuddered, his cock jerking inside me as he filled me with his cum. His hands loosened their tight grip on me, and I collapsed down to the blanket, trembling, with his heavy weight on my back.
He rolled me over, thrust three fingers inside me, rubbing over my prostate, and at the same time, wrapped his hand around my erection and swept his thumb over my leaking cockhead.
My entire body seized up as I came. Instantly. The hardest I’d ever come in my entire fucking life.
When I came back to awareness, my face was wet with tears, and my body was still trembling. Cody pulled me into his arms, wrapping us both in a blanket, and gently stroked my back until I was still.
“You okay?” he murmured. “Was it too much?”
I shook my head. “No. It was amazing.”
“Good.” His lips pressed against my head. “You were fucking incredible.”
“So were you. I mean, not letting me get stimulated was an interesting choice. But, y’know, you made me come so hard I thought my dick was gonna explode.”
He laughed, rolling onto his back and bringing me with him. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
Propping myself up on my elbows, I stared down at him. “I dunno. With you, anything’s possible.”
His answering smile was small but genuine, and it was so fucking beautiful.
I really was the luckiest man in the world.