Page 46 of Overtime Goal (Buffalo Warriors Hockey #4)

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A Week Later

“Please!” Riley drew the word out into a long moan.

“Please what?” My voice was surprisingly steady, considering that I was shaking with need.

“Put it in, for God’s sake. You’ve been torturing me for hours.”

I kissed his back. “Now, now. There’s no need to exaggerate. You usually like it when I eat you out. That was torture?”

“Come on. I need your cock.”

He was on all fours, breathing hard, his spine curved in a way that brought back memories of the hottest sex we’d had in Positano.

I understood why he felt desperate because we had been at it for a while.

He’d sucked me until I was about five seconds from coming, and then I’d rimmed him, licking and tonguing his hole until he whined.

When I switched to fingers, his ass swallowed them hungrily, and he complained when I pulled out.

He wasn’t the only one feeling unhinged.

I needed to be inside him so much it felt like my blood was vibrating in my veins, so I knelt behind him, braced one hand on his lower back, and used the other to guide my cock into place.

His hole was already slick with spit and lube.

The way it was quivering, I halfway expected it to suck me in.

“Got to get inside you,” I said.

“The way I like it, okay?”

I pushed in slowly, following his instructions to do it his way. Inch by inch, he opened for me. It was the perfect pull, and when I was all the way in, balls flush against him, we both cried out.

“Jesus Christ !” He dropped to his forearms. “I’ll never get used to how fucking big you are.”

I dug my fingers into his hips. “Thought you liked it big.”

He turned his head enough to glance back at me. “I love it. God, the way you stretch me open, the burn. So fucking good . ”

“Shit.” I started moving, slow, deep thrusts that let me savor the heat and slick drag.

I loved the tight suction and how his body clung to mine.

I was so glad we’d gotten tested in Italy because it was amazing how good he felt without a condom between us.

After pulling almost all the way out, I gripped his hips and drove in again.

He groaned and dropped his head, pushing back to meet me.

“Yes, give it to me.”

I slammed into him so hard the slap of flesh echoed in the room. “Like that?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I did it again, and he clamped down like he didn’t want me pulling out again.

We found our rhythm: when I thrust in, he shoved back.

When he moaned, I answered with a growl.

And when I cursed, he cried out like it lit something inside him.

Slick with sweat and gasping for air, I held on while we drove each other harder.

He collapsed forward, but I grabbed him and hauled him upright, wrapping my arms around his chest and pulling him against me.

“Harder,” he begged. “Fuck me.”

My hips stuttered. Although the angle wasn’t ideal for pounding, I did my best. I grunted while I fucked him as deep and hard as I could.

“Yes!” he cried. “Like that.”

Drunk with lust, I bit into the flesh on the side of his neck.

“Fuck!” His head fell back onto my shoulder, and he shouted, “Love you.”

“Love you too.” My voice cracked because I’d never had anything like this. We weren’t just fucking; we were living a love so honest it stripped us bare.

I drove in again and held for a few seconds. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me !”

I slammed in so hard I lost my grip on him. We crashed down together, his chest against the mattress with me flat on top of him, still buried inside. I kept driving, fucking him hard, making him beg.

“Please, more!”

“Shit, Ade.”

“Don’t stop. I love it.” His voice was muffled against the sheets but still ragged with need.

“I’m close,” I said. “Really close.”

“Fill me up.”

The bed rocked beneath us, and thanks to our sweaty skin, we slid together with every brutal thrust. Instead of words, there was now only the sound of his sobbing moans and my harsh grunts. We were operating on instinct, each of us beyond thought and out of control.

My orgasm hit like a freight train. I let out a hoarse, guttural cry as I came hard, shooting deep inside him.

He lifted his head and shouted, his body convulsing beneath me.

His ass clamped down in rhythm with his shots.

He milked every drop out of me, and I groaned as countless waves of pleasure washed over me.

I kept thrusting, driven by the high, and we shouted curses like prayers.

Even after the shooting stopped, my hips rocked as I moved inside him. I wanted to stay there and never pull out.

We finally stilled. When my dick slipped out and I rolled to the side, we lay facing each other. His cheeks were flushed, his hair was a disaster, and his lips curved into a loopy grin. In other words, he was gorgeous beyond belief.

“Fuck almighty,” he croaked.

I draped an arm across his chest. “That’s one hell of a way to start a morning.”

Since getting back to Buffalo, we’d started regular workouts. Training camp was a month away, and all the Italian pasta, bread, and pastries had taken their toll. Since showing up for camp out of shape was strictly forbidden, we had work to do.

I had a gym in my house, and since Riles and I used the same personal trainer, we worked with him six days a week. Plyometrics, strength training, and interval training were the primary focus, followed by cardio. We alternated between outdoor runs and indoor equipment.

Today, after a tough upper body workout, we’d done four miles in a nearby park. Afterward, we showered and settled in the TV room to play Minecraft and clear our heads. We were sprawled across the sectional, mid-game, when the doorbell rang.

I tapped my phone to pull up the security cam. Gabe and Brody were on the porch, and Brody was holding something. I sighed, not thrilled to see them. Since returning from Italy, Riles and I had stuck by our decision to give our relationship time to settle.

He paused the game. “Who is it?”

“Gabe and Brody.”

He blinked. “The fuck? Why would they be here?”

The doorbell rang again, and someone knocked.

I set my controller aside and got up. “I’ll go see what they want. Hang tight.”

As soon as I opened the door, Brody held out a plastic container. “I made too much pasta last night. Thought you might enjoy it.”

Right. Because two men who burn six thousand calories a day just happened to have leftovers.

“Thanks,” I said. “This is nice of you.”

Gabe stepped forward and placed a hand on my lower back. “Got a minute? I have something quick to talk about.”

I had a good idea of what they wanted. They looked so pleased with themselves, it wouldn’t have surprised me if they’d pulled out notepads and started a line of questioning. Still, what else could I do but step back and let them in?

Riley looked up when we went into the living room.

After our shower, we’d thrown on T-shirts and basketball shorts.

His hair was still a mess, and anyone who looked closely, like two gay men on a spying mission, could see that no underwear had been involved in his wardrobe decisions.

A quick glance down confirmed I was in the same state.

After they took it all in, Gabe cocked his head. “Did we interrupt something?”

Brody grinned, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. “Or someone?”

“The fuck would you be interrupting?” I asked.

Brody shrugged, and Riles said, “We were playing Minecraft .”

Gabe nodded. “Ah, Minecraft. Fun game.”

He and Brody flopped into armchairs, and Gabe looked at me. “We haven’t seen you since before you went to Italy. Have fun?”

“It was an amazing trip,” I said. “Can’t wait to go back. Where did you guys end up this summer?”

Ignoring my question, Brody took aim at Riles. “Did you go to Italy with Logan?”

Ade hesitated too long before answering. “I… saw him there.”

“Did you?” Brody raised his eyebrows. “That’s interesting.”

Gabe twisted his lips into an evil smirk. “I thought I saw some pics of you two shopping.”

Ade shrugged. “Yeah?”

Gabe and Brody exchanged such a loaded glance that I considered throwing the pasta at them. Instead, I decided to move things along. “You mentioned there was something you wanted to talk about?”

“Oh yes.” Gabe furrowed his brow, obviously stumped.

Had he even thought about what he might say?

Brody perked up. “Did you know Packy’s birthday is at the end of next week? He and his wife separated while you were gone, and I’m sure he could use the company. Gabe and I were thinking we’d take him out for dinner Saturday night. I mean, a week from Saturday. You interested?”

If their mission was to arrange a dinner for Packy’s birthday two weeks away, my name was William Shakespeare. I leaned back into the cushions. “Sounds good to me. You’ll need to ask Riley about his schedule, though. He has a history of being busy at night.”

Brody snorted, and Gabe rolled his eyes. “Are you free a week from Saturday night, Riley?”

“I guess.” Riles did a credible job of looking imposed on.

“Great,” Brody said. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t have a hot date scheduled.”

Gabe coughed into his fist.

“One night won’t kill me,” Riley said. “I can hold out until after dessert.”

Brody covered his mouth but failed to mask the part of his grin spreading to his eyes. Gabe looked like he was biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood.

I rubbed my temples. “Guys, I don’t want to be rude, but Riles and I have to get ready for an appointment.”

“What are your plans for the next few weeks?” Brody asked, ignoring me. “Going anywhere separately?”

“We’re both helping with Nick Johnson’s hockey camp,” Ade said. “I’m excited because I’ve never done anything like that.”

“It’s great fun,” I said. “And after that, I’m going to visit my brother and his family.”

“You going along, Riley?” Gabe asked.

We could ignore questions as well as they could, so before Riles could say anything, I started talking. “You should see the nephews. You’ve met them, Gabe. They’ve grown a lot, and now they’re learning to skate. They want to play hockey in the fall.”

Brody opened his mouth to say something, but Riley spoke up first. “Like Logan said, we have an appointment. Sorry to cut this short.”

“We got a double rainfall shower this summer,” Brody said. “Lots of room. You should get one.”

I leaned forward. “Maybe. Thanks for stopping by, and for the pasta.”

We all stood, and Riles and I walked them to the door.

“See you soon,” I said. “We’ll give you a call or something.”

After they left, Riles closed the door behind them and let out a breath. “Jesus. That was like being questioned by the best detectives in the second grade.”

“No,” I said, “the kids would do better. What do you bet Gabe and Brody will be calling people all afternoon, acting like they know something?”

Riles shook his head, and we started back to the TV room. “If they don’t already have a group chat without us, they’ll be setting one up right away.”

I laughed, remembering how we’d all texted about Gabe and Brody, then Dog and Holky. “You’re right. They’ll call it something like The Logan and Riley Situation. ”

Riles rolled his eyes. “Idiots. If they’d asked one smart question, they might’ve learned something useful.”

I pointed at the container Brody had brought. “You’ve got to respect the pasta maneuver, though. I give that an A for originality.”

“If you say so. Are we going to eat it?”

I opened the container and then held it out for him to see. “Hell yes. Brody’s a good cook, and I love ziti.”

“At least we won’t have to cook dinner.” Riles nodded toward our controllers. “ Minecraft ?”

I stepped close and bumped his shoulder with mine. “Why don’t we make ourselves look presentable? We can go to a movie in case they’ve planned more unexpected visits.”

“Good plan.” He tousled my hair. “Another quick shower? It’ll be easier to deal with our hair that way.”

“True, but I might prefer to blow you first.”

He chuckled again. “Fine. But I’m returning the favor.”

“Such a gentleman.”

He took my hand and started toward the bathroom. “This way, Mr. Grayson.”