Page 75 of Puck Love
“Are you as horny as me?”
That was his greeting as I dragged him into my foyer a few hours later. We stripped our clothes off in between soul-stirring twists of tongues and made our way upstairs. I didn’t bother with any niceties. If he wanted something to eat or drink, he’d have to wait. I had one thing on my mind…one thing only.
I tweaked his nipples and pushed him onto the mattress, diving on top of him. “So, so horny.”
Mason captured my face in his hands and kissed me hard. I melted in his arms and opened to him without a word. His fingers in my hair, his mouth on my jaw, his tongue trailing down my torso. Whatever he wanted was his. My cock, my ass, anything.
He bent my knees to my ears, crawled between my legs and licked my hole. I cried out in surprise and pleasure, surrendering to this thing we’d become. It wasn’t wrong. It was just…unexpected.
So when he moved inside me, claiming pieces of me I’d never given anyone, I didn’t panic or put up a fight. Quite the opposite. I held him close and let myself drift under the spell of him—the flex of his muscular abs pressed against my cock as he thrust…and thrust. We came seconds apart, Mason’s sweat dripping onto my brow, eyes locked on mine.
It wasn’t until we’d showered, redressed, and went downstairs to find something to eat that I realized how quiet we’d been during sex. We were usually pretty vocal and kindof nasty. Especially Trinsky. He loved pushing my buttons with porny dirty talk. The quiet had been poignant somehow.
And now, we were in my kitchen, polishing off sandwiches and potato chips, critiquing the skill levels of the new campers.
“The kid from Connecticut is good. He’s quick and agile. What’s his name?” Trinsky asked.
“Eli. He’s a little cocky.”
Trinsky scoffed. “What you call cocky is a lot of fucking bravado. Trust me, I know that story. What’s the deal with your goalie?”
“He’s struggling. I told Riley we need a goalie coach. He asked how we were getting along, by the way. Don’t be surprised if one of us gets reassigned.” I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and slid one across the island toward him.
He tipped his chin in thanks. “Good. You’re way too distracting for me. If they don’t move me, you need to complain. Trinsky is unprofessional, attention-seeking, or…just a filthy animal. Whatever you come up with, I support.”
“Why do you—hey, where’re you going?” I gathered our plates, furrowing my brows as Trinsky opened the sliding glass door onto the deck.
“Just exploring. Wow, nice yard.”
I left the dishes and followed him outside. “Thanks. Why do you want me to complain about you? Don’t you think we can handle being in the same rink a few hours a day?”
Trinsky tossed a casual grin over his shoulder and stepped to the railing. He took a long pull from the bottle and set it on the flat banister, searching my gaze. I had no idea what he was looking for.
“Jesus, Jakey. You have no idea what you do to me,” he said in a gravelly tone that went straight to my dick. “Today was a master class in acting, and I’m pretty good at it, but it’s different with you. If we stick to the current arrangement, they’ll figureout that I not only don’t hate you, but that I can’t keep my eyes off your ass in those sexy black joggers you always wear.”
I laughed. “Sexy joggers?”
“Very sexy.” He tilted his chin to the night sky. “Elmwood has more stars than anywhere else I’ve ever been. Or is this technically Wood Hollow since it’s a new development?”
“It’s still Elmwood. I bought the last parcel of land at the fringe of the forest and hired the contractor in charge of the new houses in Wood Hollow to build me one. My mom dealt with everything, though. She has great taste, and she knows what I like.”
“You’re close to her too.”
“Yeah. I told you my mom and dad are great friends. She loves Smitty now too…and the kids.”
He cocked his head curiously. “Just one big happy family, eh?”
“In a way. Mom and Eric have their own lives, and they love to travel. I see more of them during regular season than I do in Elmwood in the summertime. But they all spend holidays together whether or not I’m able to join them now. Nathan, Char, and Ells call her Mama Piper. Nath and Char are old enough to sort through the logistics of why I have a mother and father and they have two dads, but kids go with the flow. They love her and my mom loves them. She says it’s her practice for being a grandma someday…and then she taps her watch and tells me she has no plans to live forever.” My lips twitched in amusement. “It’s funny that my dad’s second family has taken some of the pressure off, though. Definitely odd modern-day dynamics.”
“Maybe, but you’re lucky.”
“Yeah, when I was little, I assumed every divorced couple was like my parents—friends who didn’t want to live together anymore.”
Trinsky snorted derisively. “No disrespect, Milligan, but you live in a fucking fairy tale.”
I frowned. “Well…I know it’s?—”
“You don’t know. Not really, and I’m fucking glad you don’t.”