Page 57 of Perfect Storm (Toronto Thunder #1)

“It was fine, honestly. He’s fine. Probably shouldn’t make out in front of him for a few months.”

Levi moved closer, tucking a hand around Aidan’s waist. “What about not in front of him?” he murmured under his breath.

“Hmmm, I like the sound of that. We didn’t get our proper victory celebration last game,” Aidan said. “You ever seen the library in here?”

“The library?”

“Come on,” Aidan said, tugging him with intent. “I can guarantee there’ll be nobody in there tonight.”

“No big readers on the team?” Levi asked as he let himself be tugged.

“Trust me, nobody’s gonna be in there,” Aidan said.

“We could always wait until we get home,” Levi suggested. He’d just been thinking that Aidan wouldn’t be a fan of PDA, but here he was suggesting they go to a room of this very public bar—even though it had been rented out for just the Thunder, tonight—and kiss.

“Hell no,” Aidan said. “I can’t bug out early.”

He led Levi into a room lined with bookshelves. Interspersed every dozen or so feet were little alcoves with dark blue velvet seats and long curtains held back with antique brass holders.

“I didn’t know you were a big reader,” Levi teased as Aidan gently pushed him down onto one of the bench seats, hovering above him.

“Are we alone? I’m a big fan of that,” Aidan said, leaning in and kissing him. Tenderly at first, but it didn’t take long for the kiss to turn hotter, fiercer. Levi nibbled at his bottom lip and wrapped his legs around Aidan’s calves, pulling him in more insistently.

“God,” Levi murmured into Aidan’s mouth. “I want you.”

“You had me this morning.” They’d had a long leisurely fuck that had demolished Levi in the best possible way. But the truth was he couldn’t get enough; didn’t think he’d ever get enough.

“And?”

Aidan chuckled. “Point taken.” He tugged on the curtain, dislodging it from its holder and darkness enveloped them.

It wasn’t difficult to know what Aidan had in mind.

The bench seat wasn’t huge but it was big enough—barely—for both of them together.

He lifted himself on it and Aidan crawled over him, kissing him intently.

Fingertips trailed down Levi’s chest, warm through the fabric of his shirt, lingering at the fly of his jeans, teasing fleeting touches that drove him crazy, until Levi was swallowing his moans.

Hoping his kisses with Aidan might muffle them enough.

“You want it?” Aidan murmured.

“With you? Always,” Levi said.

Aidan ducked his head, like he was going to hide his pleased face, but Levi reached out, pulling his chin up so he could see.

Levi’s cock throbbed in his jeans and finally Aidan touched it, his eyes never leaving Levi’s.

Aidan bent down, unzipping his jeans, and Levi squeezed his eyes shut as Aidan’s mouth enveloped him, hot and tight and perfect.

They hadn’t done this that much yet. It still felt new and filled him with incredulous disbelief every time. But Levi was beginning to wonder if that would be true when they were doing this ten years from now. Would it always feel like this?

Levi hoped so.

“Yeah, baby, suck me,” Levi whispered to him. Aidan gave a half groan around him and his mouth slipped lower, Levi’s cock moving deeper into his mouth, nudging against his throat.

As much as he’d want to drag out this pleasure, he was also aware of where they were. Nobody was going to kick Aidan Flynn out of this bar, but Levi also didn’t want to have that conversation either.

He let himself sink into the pleasure of Aidan sucking him, so hot and wet, his mind drifting as his hands tangled in Aidan’s hair.

“Can’t believe you. So fucking lucky,” Levi said. “Love you so much.”

Aidan groaned around his dick again, and that was rapidly getting him to the edge. Between Aidan’s mouth and the sheer insane hotness of the situation, he was going to lose it.

His fingers tightened in Aidan’s hair and he came down his throat, Aidan swallowing around him.

“Fuck,” Levi moaned out unsteadily.

Aidan huffed as his dick slipped from his lips. “I’m so fucking—”

Levi could see now that he’d been touching himself, grinding a palm against his hard cock, and Levi pulled his shirt up the same moment as Aidan pulled himself from his pants.

A second later come striped up his torso as Aidan shuddered above him. Levi didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so beautiful in his whole freaking life.

“Shit,” Aidan said, falling back on his heels. “Shit.”

“It’s okay, baby, we got this,” Levi cooed and swiped his finger through the mess before sucking it into his mouth.

“Holy fuck,” Aidan said, looking like he’d be ready to go again, if he hadn’t just come. “Shit, that’s hot.”

“Yeah?”

Levi picked up another thick stripe of come and held it out this time, and Aidan didn’t waste a second, sliding it into his mouth so he could clean it off.

A minute later, Levi was mostly clean-ish, and they were both panting.

“We need to, I don’t know, start traveling with wet wipes or something,” Aidan said.

“Who knew you had an exhibition kink?” Levi asked airily. “Or a come kink?”

“Nobody til you. Nobody after you, either,” Aidan promised, blue eyes warm and intent on Levi’s face.

“Good,” Levi said. Couldn’t help the smug edge to his tone. He didn’t want Aidan to be with anyone else, either.

Aidan was perfect for him, and he hoped he could be perfect for Aidan, too.

They kissed for another long moment, Aidan’s lips plush and wet against his.

“We’d better rejoin the party,” Aidan said reluctantly. He tugged Levi’s shirt down but didn’t make any other moves.

“I can’t believe I was just thinking you weren’t a fan of PDA,” Levi said. “And then you freaking lure me into the library to fuck.”

Aidan grinned. “Expect the unexpected, baby.”

He finally pulled the curtain back and they both froze, because they were no longer alone.

Ramsey was leaning against the doorway, a knowing look on his face.

“Hey,” he said casually. “Flynn. Banks.”

“Hey,” Levi croaked out. God, what had he heard? What was he going to say?

“I can explain,” Aidan said as they slid off the bench seat. Aidan didn’t let go of him, though, like Levi had expected he might.

But Ramsey just laughed. “Sure,” he said, sounding amused.

“Or not,” Levi added.

“No worries,” Ramsey said lightly. “I actually don’t want to know.”

Aidan nodded jerkily but took Levi’s hand as he led them out of the library, towards the main bar.

He ordered them both green apple Manhattans, which the bartender recommended, but before they could even take their first sip, they were joined by a whole group of teammates.

Dawson and Cam. Nate. Trevor and Lane. Coming up the rear was Wes, looking like he knew exactly what was going on.

For a second Levi worried that Ramsey had said something, but then he probably didn’t need to. They weren’t exactly being subtle.

“You two have fun?” Dawson joked.

“Don’t make them uncomfortable,” Cam whispered to him under his breath. “Aidan’s not—”

“Aidan’s fine,” Aidan said bluntly. He laced his fingers back with Levi’s, prominently displayed on the bar top. “Anyone got an issue with this?”

“Nope,” Dawson said with a smirk. “Just glad you finally got your head out of your ass.”

“Anyone else?” Aidan’s gaze scanned the group of their friends and teammates, like he was waiting for someone else to protest.

That was the moment Levi realized that Mo, too, had approached the knot of people grouped at the bar.

Even he shook his head, and the corner of his mouth was quirked up, like he actually found this whole thing funny.

Levi relaxed, and felt Aidan do the same thing, next to him.

“We’re actually pretty dang happy for you,” Nate said, clapping him on the back. “Banks is gonna keep you on your toes.”

“I sure hope so,” Aidan said, squeezing Levi’s hand.

“Would be my genuine pleasure, bro,” Levi teased. He lifted their hands and brushed his lips across Aidan’s wrist, blushing a little at how Dawson and Lane catcalled them.

Aidan’s eyes were soft when they met his, and Levi didn’t think he’d ever been happier.