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CHAPTER 13

JETT

“I think we’re having a torrid affair.”

I blinked at the adorkable man panting under me and grinned. “We are?”

“Yes.” Malcolm covered his eyes. “I have the moral compass of a mollusk around you, and this has to stop.”

I rolled off him and reached for the towel I’d left next to the bed, hoping we’d end up here. “I didn’t know mollusks had moral compasses.”

Malcolm wiped at the cum on his belly, wrinkling his nose in that funny way he did when asked to explain something outside of his wheelhouse.

“That sounded better in my head. Truthfully, I don’t know the first thing about the sexual appetite of a mollusk,” he admitted. “Irrelevant. We need to discuss?—”

“Ugh.” I straightened my knee and sat up, leaning my pillow against the headboard.

“Is your knee still injured?”

“Same as usual. I just played a lot of minutes tonight.” I cleaned up my mess and grabbed the water bottle on the nightstand. “Want anything to drink?”

“No, thank you.” Malcolm slipped out of bed, pulling his briefs over his slim hips. “I’d hoped to be fully clothed while broaching this topic, but that’s proved to be challenging…as you can see. And we should talk.”

He was right. As much as I wanted to, we couldn’t pretend ending up in bed was a natural progression to our hockey lessons. The thing was…I hated talking about feelings or anything that loosely skirted relationship territory. Not that this was a relationship. This was sex.

Only sex.

Amazing sex.

Christ, look at him. Malcolm drove me fucking wild. Before we’d gotten to the naked part of the party, I’d been obsessed with the guy. Now…I was addicted. That perfect compact physique, his sweet ass, thick cock, and his gorgeous-as-fuck mouth.

Seriously. I’d been out of town for less than twenty-four hours for a game, which we’d won 3 to 1, thank fuck—and Maloney had been on my mind the whole damn time. I’d wondered what he was doing, how his classes were going. And yeah, I’d thought about tasting him, sucking him, fucking him. I wanted it all and was pretty sure he felt the same. But either way, we probably needed to use words and set boundaries and that kind of shit.

“Okay…”

“I don’t think we can continue doing…what we’ve done.” Wait. What? “It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed it…because I have. But I don’t deal with ambiguity well and if we’re honest, it’s in poor taste to conduct a liaison with someone I’ve specifically requested to provide insight into?—”

“Hold up, Maloney. You’re using a lot of big words, and I’m not operating on all cylinders yet.” I stood slowly, mindful of my achy knee. “But I don’t see the problem. We’re consenting adults. We can do what we want.”

He stepped into his khakis, eyeing me warily over the rim of his glasses. “And you want to sneak around, having illicit relations with your hockey student?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

Malcolm released a bubble of laughter. “I—really?”

“Really.” I skirted the bed we’d wrecked, tugging his wrist so we sat next to each other on the mattress. “I’m not officially out, and I have no plans to come out for a while. I’ve got one last shot at the pros, and I need to stay out of the spotlight. The only thing I want a prospective team talking about are my stats, not my sex life. If that’s an issue, I get it. I do. If it’s not, we can…study hockey.”

“Study hockey,” he repeated. “But I don’t need any more data.”

“So we’ll do it for fun.” I probably should have been insulted by his furrowed brow and dubious expression, but it made me chuckle. “Hey, it gives us an excuse to see each other. My friends know about you, my coach and my agent know about you…your roommate knows, too. We’ve been seen together at the Depot and around campus. We don’t have to hide. We can hang out whenever we want, and if we happen to end up naked in my bed…that’s our thing. Not theirs.”

Malcolm darted a cautious glance my way. “You make it sound simple.”

“It could be,” I insisted. “I like you, and I feel kind of fucking lucky I get to touch you, Malcolm. I don’t want to stop. Not now. But it’s your call.”

Say yes. Say yes .

He nodded. “You raise a few good points, and my moral compass has already been compromised.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Malcolm’s lips twitched. “You’re a terrible influence.”

I shrugged. “I resemble that remark.”

“ Hmph . Well, okay…yes, but I think we can drop the hockey lessons in a true sense. I’ve learned all I need to know.”

“Oh, really?” I narrowed my eyes. “What’s a hat trick? How many players are on the ice per team during a game? How many minutes are in each period?”

Malcolm’s brow creased in concentration. “One player scoring three goals in a game, six players per team—one goalie, two defenders, three forwards, and each period lasts an eternity, especially if your team is losing.”

“Nice try, Maloney. How long is a period?”

“Um…thirty minutes?”

I set a hand on his knee and slid it toward his crotch. “Sounds like someone needs some tutoring.”

He lowered his face, but I spotted his sly grin. The little fucker was toying with me. Teasing me. This was geek-speak for “Hell, yes, let’s fuck our brains out. YOLO, baby.” He wanted this too. He wanted me.

“I don’t need tutoring,” he argued without heat.

“What do you need?” I rubbed my thumb along his fly, tilting my hips suggestively as I pecked his cheek. “A kiss?”

“ Mmm .”

I slipped a hand between us and gripped his cock. “A hand job.”

“ Ungh …”

“Do you want my dick? It’s right here.” I tapped my length against his. “All you have to do is ask.”

Malcolm’s eyes darkened and his voice sounded like gravel and honey. “I want.”

“I’ll give it to you…any way you want it,” I rasped. “I’m hoping you let me fuck you too, ’cause I really want to be inside your tight hole.”

“I…”

“ Shh , it doesn’t have to be today. I’m happy to suck you off or eat your ass or?—”

Malcolm blushed…and lunged for me, tackling me onto the bed. I chuckled at his exuberance, moaning as he took over.

Maybe this was unconventional, maybe even a little selfish. Only a real asshole would propose a secret—what had he called it?—liaison with an out and proud man. But the rush of pure relief felt almost cleansing, as if something in me craved him and needed this connection.

Don’t ask. I was done analyzing how we got here. I’d gotten lucky, but in my experience, luck didn’t stick around—so it was best to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.