Page 36 of Overtime Goal (Buffalo Warriors Hockey #4)

logan

For most of the walk to the villa, I wondered if I’d hallucinated the whole thing. The light on the cobblestones was too golden, and the sky appeared to be an unnatural shade of blue. Riley kept glancing over, wearing a smile I’d never seen before.

“You’re really here, right?” he asked.

“Yes.” I was so overwhelmed, my voice shook. “You too?”

“Yeah. For sure.”

My heart was a fluttery mess, and my fingers tingled like they were wired to a live current.

It was hard to take a deep breath. Was this a heart attack, or was I trying to believe it was real?

Part of me was still back at Marco’s, blinking up at Riles while he said he loved me with people all around and Quinn sitting right there.

That moment had knocked the fear out of me, Riley charging through a crowd and grabbing me by the soul.

I barely missed snagging my foot on a vine and couldn’t help asking a question that was trying to burst out of my throat. “You actually love me?”

He looked over. “So much I can’t get my mind around it. You love me too?”

“Like I said, I’ve loved you for years. I was afraid to say it because I thought it might scare you away.”

“I…” He glanced at me again. “I wouldn’t have disappeared on you, and I’m sure as hell not running now.”

Every so often, our shoulders brushed, and our hands bumped a few times.

The touches and stunned little half-smiles seemed to matter more than air.

Since it was still daylight, I didn’t reach for him.

We hadn’t talked about how to handle things, and in a town crawling with paparazzi, you never knew where they might be lurking.

When we were almost to the villa, he said, “I want to touch you.”

“Me too. Just a little farther.”

By the time we rounded the last bend in the road and the house came into view, I was shaking with need. Every step we took fanned the flame that had started low in my gut and spread like wildfire through the rest of me.

The door had hardly closed behind us when I pushed him against the wall and kissed him.

I wasn’t gentle. There was no inquiring brush of lips, but only a hard kiss full of the fiercest kind of desire.

It was sexual and emotional all at once, and as I slid my tongue into his mouth and he answered with a greedy moan, I knew I was home at last. Aidan Riley, the most incredible man I’d ever known, wanted me as much as I did him.

When he tried to wrap his arms around me, I caught his wrists and pinned them to the wall.

The kiss was messy and hot, yet still not enough.

He bowed his body toward mine, desperate for more.

Our hard cocks rubbed between us, and the friction sent lightning through me.

I groaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss, barely holding myself together.

This was more than lust. It was every moment I’d spent wanting him, every sleepless night, every second I’d stared at him from across the room and pretended he was only a buddy.

He twisted, trying to break free, but I held firm, driving my knee between his thighs and pressing upward. His breath hitched, and he squeaked into our kiss, a startled, high-pitched noise I felt deep inside.

My control broke. I dropped my foot, released his wrists, and shoved a hand between us to tear open his shorts. Buttons flew, and I didn’t care. “Can’t wait,” I said.

“Yeah. Fuck.”

I dropped to my knees and yanked his shorts and boxers down in one rough move. I didn’t bother taking them all the way off. He was hard, and the head was already flushed and leaking. I wrapped my mouth around his cock and took him deep as his cry echoed off the villa’s walls.

“Fuck, yes.” He slapped a hand against the plaster behind him, trying to stay upright. “Suck it.”

When he thrust forward and buried his fingers in my hair, I swallowed him again.

I found a fast, filthy rhythm that soon had him begging for more.

I worked my hand around the base and squeezed, then kept him there with my mouth until he moaned so loudly it echoed again.

Riley was never more beautiful than when he was wild and trusting me to satisfy his raw need.

Our eyes met when I looked up. His gaze was glassy and pleading, and he smiled like I’d hung the stars. “So fucking good.”

I slid my hand between his legs. He widened his stance without being asked, and when I traced a finger along the crease of his ass and grazed his hole, he choked on a moan and bucked hard. “God, yes.”

I teased him again, this time circling his rim. His moan turned desperate, and his spine arched as he tried to grind down. But I moved on, tracing the curve of one cheek, dragging my fingers across it, worshipping it.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You wanna… like… stick it in?”

Well, well, well. Riles wants it up the ass. Pulling off his cock, I brought my hand back through his legs and slipped a finger into my mouth. Then I held his gaze while I sucked it until it was wet.

He hummed as I took his cock back into my mouth and pressed my finger against his hole, not enough to penetrate, only to tease.

His cock throbbed on my tongue. I took him deeper so I could give him every ounce of pleasure possible.

My cock ached, iron-hard and trapped in the prison of my shorts.

I was so lost in him, the ache didn’t matter.

This was his moment, and I wanted to see him come apart.

He gasped when I circled his hole and pressed again. Groaning, he rocked his hips, fucking my mouth while trying to push down on my finger.

“Jesus, Logan. Stick it in.”

I pushed harder, and when my finger breached him, his body clamped down so tightly I couldn’t move. His head dropped forward, and he trembled.

When I glanced upward, he gave a frantic nod. Yes. Keep going.

I worked with what little space I had, twisting my finger and moving it in tiny circles to tease him open.

I was still sucking his slick, throbbing cock enough to keep the rhythm steady, letting his pleasure rise and fall while I fingered him.

Gradually, he softened enough for me to push until my finger was buried to the second knuckle.

After a moment, I was in all the way. As I pulled back to fingerfuck him, I grazed his prostate. It was firm and swollen, ready for him to come.

“Fuck!” he cried out.

I pressed into the spot, dragging him closer to the edge. He gasped and bucked, caught between thrusting into my mouth and fucking himself down onto my hand. A mess of grunts and desperate whines spilled out of him, each one making me work harder.

He let go of my hair and cradled my face like I was the only thing tethering him to Earth. “Don’t stop.” His voice was shredded. “Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.” He panted for a few seconds. “I’m gonna… Fuck, be ready!”

My mouth was greedy, and when I sucked harder and pressed into his prostate again, he shouted and came like he’d been holding it in for years.

Hot pulses flooded my mouth, and I swallowed every drop, ravenous for him.

His thighs trembled, and his body jerked with each spurt.

He clenched his fingers in my hair as if letting go would take away everything.

He cried out again, then slipped back into harsh grunts as his body gave me everything it had. As he wound down, he quieted, and I eased my finger free when he stopped shooting.

“Goddamn,” he whispered, and then his knees buckled.

I caught him before he collapsed, bracing both hands on his hips. “Easy, babe. I’ve got you.”

He slid down the wall, boneless and dazed, landing in a sprawl on the tile. His mouth hung open, and his skin was flushed.

I crouched beside him, needing to be close. The love I felt was an inferno, and I had no idea how I’d held it in this long. Emotion, affection, awe, and years of wanting pushed up so fast they lodged in my chest, warming my heart as it had never been before.

Riles mumbled a string of half-syllables before his eyes focused. “Love you, Blue Eyes.”

I grinned like an idiot and said, “I love you too.” Then I leaned in to kiss him.

He cupped the back of my head and drew me in. When he slipped his tongue between my lips, my heart stuttered. Every kiss was full of wonder. Loving him, and being loved in return, unlocked something in me I’d never dared touch.

When the kiss ended, I sat beside him and reached for his hand. He leaned against me and whispered, “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll return the favor.”

We both dozed, slumbering in the stripes of sunlight streaming in through the tall, narrow windows in the foyer. An urgent call from my bladder finally brought me around, and when I got up, Riley stirred.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a sleepy voice.

“Got to piss. I’ll be right back.”

“No problem,” he said. “I need to go too.”

He pulled the tangle of shorts and underwear over his feet and stood. We headed down the hallway, and I was a little surprised when he followed me into the bathroom.

I raised an eyebrow. “You into water sports?”

“No, but… I have to go, and who knows what I might get into with you.”

Like all players sometimes had to do back in juniors, Riles and I stood on opposite sides of the toilet and unleashed the streams. He didn’t take his eyes off my dick. “Shit, your cock’s beautiful no matter what it does.”

I was enjoying looking at his. “Are you getting hard?”

He flicked his eyes up to mine, then back to my dick. “I am. You really do it for me.”

After we finished, I tucked myself back into my shorts.

“Want to swim?” he asked. “I think it’s cooling off, and you’ve told me how you like doing it outside.”

The gleam in his eyes sharpened the filthy curve of his lips, sending a flash of heat up my spine.

“It’s sure as hell not cooling off in here,” I said. “Let’s go.”

“Okay, then.” He closed the distance between us and brushed a kiss against my lips before saying, “Lose them.”

My blood supply rushed out of my brain, making me slow to react. “Lose what?”