Page 10 of Overtime Goal (Buffalo Warriors Hockey #4)

riley

While I stood in the bathroom, I wondered why Logan was acting so weird.

Everything had been fine at the bar. We’d all been laughing and blowing off steam after a big win, and though I hadn’t been wild about those women crawling all over me, I wasn’t going to sit it out.

Blunt and Edwards were on a tear, and I figured I’d hang with them, maybe talk some shit, and knock back a beer or two.

Being seen flirting with women wasn’t a bad thing; many fans expected that as much as they did a good point total.

Logan had been talking to Gabe, so I left them to it. But the next time I looked across the table, Logan was gone.

“In the men’s room,” Gabe had said.

A few minutes later, I was back in fuckboy mode when Logan said he was leaving. I looked up, and he yelled the same thing across the table, making my gut flutter. I nodded at the girl I’d been chatting up and ran around the table to Logan. “I’ll come with you.”

His frown had been so deep I thought he might tell me to sit back down. It would’ve stung, but I had no right to tell him what he could do. He stayed quiet, looking like he wasn’t sure what to do with me.

By the time I finished in the bathroom and went back into the room, Logan had changed into sweats and a pink T-shirt that made his face glow. He pointed at similar clothes he’d laid out on the bed.

“For you,” he said. “Figured you’d be as ready to get out of the suit as I was.”

I changed quickly, trying not to notice the way his biceps stretched the sleeves of his shirt.

We got on the bed and picked an old flick, True Lies .

His blond hair stuck out from running his hands through it, and while queueing up the movie, he caught the tip of his tongue between his teeth.

He was just the usual, handsome Logan, doing an everyday thing, and my stomach relaxed for the first time since we’d left the bar.

He looked like a fucking snack, but that was nothing new.

If I hadn’t been wiped from the game, I might have kissed him, but kissing was dangerous territory.

It could lead anywhere, and despite all we’d said in Chicago, I wasn’t ready to go there.

Our friendship came first, and I didn’t want to fuck up what we’d just fixed.

He glanced over and smiled for the first time since we returned to the room. Our gazes locked, and the lamplight dancing in his blue eyes made my heart trip over itself. Once again, I was so fucking tempted to kiss him.

While I considered it, he patted my hand and asked, “Ready to watch?”

Halfway through the movie, I was struggling to stay awake. We’d shifted until our arms were touching, and when he snored, I placed a hand on his chest.

He grunted. “Huh?”

“We’re both passing out. I should probably go back to my room now.”

“Mm. If you’re sleepy, why not stay?” He turned his head and gave me a lazy smile. “It’s safe, I promise. I won’t jump you or anything.”

I scoffed. “I’m not worried about that.”

“Good. It’s settled then.”

He turned on his side and rested an arm over my chest. While I tried to get my mind around the way my body was vibrating inside, he snored again. Even asleep, he made me feel safe. I may not have been ready for sex, but we could be affectionate.

My thoughts drifted as I relaxed into his touch. As the room dimmed and then dissolved, I slipped straight into the memory I’d tried to avoid, the night in LA when everything between us changed.

That night, after our kiss on the beach, we’d gone back to the team hotel. Some teammates hanging out at the lobby bar had called out, asking us to join them. Eager to get on with business, we said something about a rain check and kept moving.

When we reached our floor, my room was the second one down the hall.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, I pushed Logan against it.

I’d done this so many times with women, I knew how to take charge, kiss them, and get us to the part where clothes come off.

But that night, with Logan, my confidence slipped.

I wanted him so badly I ached, but I didn’t know how to start.

He slid his hands down my arms as I pushed in close and brushed our mouths together. His lips were soft and warm, easy to fall into. When I cupped the back of his neck, he pulled me close and locked his arms around me. What started slow turned hot, and a moan slipped out before I could stop it.

When I deepened the kiss, he groaned low in his chest, the sound shooting straight to my balls.

He opened for me, and I stepped closer until we were chest to chest. He tasted like the chardonnay from dinner.

Our tongues moved in a lazy rhythm while his stubble rasped against my cheek. That was new. Not bad, just different.

We wrestled for control with our mouths, but I didn’t care who won as long as neither of us stopped. The fire between us had grown into a blaze, and every nerve ending in my body crackled with need. I pulled back and whispered, “Never done this before.”

He grinned. “What? Kissed someone?”

“No. Kissed a man.”

His eyes softened as he slid a hand down my back. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah.” I was panting hard as if I’d come back from a run. “I… I don’t want to fuck it up though.”

“You won’t.” He traced a finger over my lips. “Do what you always do. Kissing is kissing.”

I needed to adjust to how he felt, to the scruff on his face and the angles of his body against mine. I dragged my lips across his cheek and kissed the soft skin beneath his ear.

He shivered. “Fuck, Riles. Let’s go to bed.”

I nodded, and he drove me backward step by step until I hit the bed.

A second or two later, I was flat on my back with him on top.

He was big and solid, completely in control.

His weight pinned me down with his hard cock against my hip.

Holy fuck. That had me rock hard in seconds.

He had his mouth on my neck, licking and sucking while he dragged sounds out of me I didn’t know I could make.

He went back to my mouth and kissed me again. Our tongues caressed each other while he ground against my hip. The intimacy hit me harder than anything I’d felt for a long time. I clung to him, dizzy from his taste and the sweet ache building in my gut.

Fuck yes. Take this from me. Take everything.

He shifted until our cocks aligned through our pants. One slow grind took my breath away, and I grabbed his ass and pulled him tighter against me. He rolled his hips, making me growl as electricity arced between our cocks.

I thrust against him, chasing the heat and friction. Holy fucking shit. This is damn good.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered against my lips. “Let’s get naked.”

He rolled off, and we both stood beside the bed while we stripped. I was shaking so much it took a moment to get out of my shirt, pants, boxers, and socks, and then we were both nude.

I felt very exposed. We’d seen each other naked in the locker room hundreds of times, but this was different.

We weren’t changing in and out of uniforms or taking a quick shower with the team.

I’d done those things most of my life, and you learn to look without seeing.

And you never, ever think about another guy’s body, especially his dick.

But that night, Logan’s gaze dragged over me, and my skin burned under his scrutiny. He said nothing, and I couldn’t stop staring back, my heart beating faster by the second as I noticed his broad chest, flat stomach, and the blond hair tapering to a thick trail at his navel.

His cock stood upright. It was hard and heavy, already flushed and slick at the tip. His dick wasn’t as long as mine, but it was thicker. Fuck, it looked powerful. No, it was dominant.

“Can I touch you?” My voice came out rough.

“Fuck, Aidan.” His voice was husky. “Touch anything you want.”

Using a finger, I circled the slick, warm head, making him gasp. When I pulled away, a thread of precum stretched between my finger and his cock.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Fuck yes.”

He took my hand, and after sucking my finger, he kissed me again. I tasted him : sweet, rich, and musky. The tang was unfamiliar, but I loved it because it was Logan.

Moving slowly, he planted kisses down my throat, onto my chest, and sucked my left nipple.

“Holy shit!” I hadn’t even known that was a thing with guys, but the wet heat of his mouth, the suction, and the texture of his tongue made my cock throb so hard it hurt.

“Like that?” he asked, not waiting for a reply before wrapping his hand around my cock.

“Jesus Christ!”

He laughed, and the low, scratchy sound made me want more of him.

When he brought his hand to his mouth and licked my precum off his fingers, his hum of pleasure was almost a growl.

He kissed me yet again, and I tasted myself on his tongue.

My precum was saltier than his, but other than that, it was about the same.

Our cocks touched, and my mind left my body. The hot, slick sensation had me floating somewhere above the room. When he pulled me closer and rocked his hips, dragging his cock against mine, I gasped.

“Jesus, Ade,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I gulped. “Never been called that before.”

“You have now. Lie down.”

Unable to resist a smirk, I asked, “Who’s going to make me?”

He launched himself at me, toppling us both onto the mattress. He was on top again, holding me down with the weight of his upper body while his knees pushed my legs apart. He kissed me so hard I whimpered.

His body heat seeped into me as we rolled our hips, making our cocks slide against each other. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone, and I wondered what else he had in mind to do. It came to me in a flash, and before I could overthink it, I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

He broke the kiss and pushed up on his elbows. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“I thought maybe you wanted to. Do you like that?”