Page 86 of Puck Love

“Shh. We’ll try something new…together.” He kissed my nose. “Turn over. Show me that ass.”

I obeyed, shivering slightly when he ghosted his thumb along my crease. It was a tease. It didn’t hurt, nor did it feel amazing. My cock didn’t approve. It basically tried to hide behind my balls and wait out the intrusion of his slick finger pushing into my channel. I groaned, but then he crooked a digit and massaged my prostate. Game changer.

Blood rushed to my dick in earnest. Every nudge of his finger sent a zing of pleasure through me. He added a second and third digit, pressing kisses on my shoulders as he used all my tricks on me. I was on my hands and knees now, my back arched, cock rock hard and drooling on the blanket.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s good. Stick it in, Jakey.”

Jake snickered and slapped my ass. Hard. “That’s not sexy. Lie down. I want to see you.”

I was feeling too gooey to protest. And though I knew he’d never done this, his don’t-fuck-with-me vibes were a turn-on. Ispread my legs wide and welcomed him as he lined the thick head of his cock at my hole. We stared at each other, noses brushing, lips hovering…and nothing had ever felt more right or more real in my life.

I didn’t care if it hurt. This was Jake. This was us.

And okay…itdidhurt and I thought about pushing him off me more than once, but I liked the way he took control. I liked the way he caged me between his arms, thrusting deeply as he sucked my tongue. I liked the way he whispered my name, “Mase, Mase, Mase,” and the way he stroked my shaft as he rolled his hips and told me I was fucking beautiful. Me.

This had to be what heaven looked like. A slice of ecstasy with the one person who could see inside your soul, sift through the good and bad, and still find you worthy. I felt worthy with him…like I belonged.

So of course I held on, clinging desperately to the last threads of the connection. But I wasn’t going to last. It was too much. Way too much.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.”

Jake fucked me harder, faster. “Come.”

A tidal wave of pleasure pummeled me and held me under. I was aware of Jake moving, chasing his orgasm and bucking wildly. And then he was coming, and I could feel his release and sweet Jesus, I was in over my head, tumbling and falling…

And falling.

I was still falling after he pulled away. Still falling when he asked if I was okay, if he’d hurt me. Still falling when he wiped up the mess and unfurled the sleeping bag he’d brought. Still falling when he drew me into his arms, my head on his chest.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Of all the sappy bullshit things a guy could do, falling in love had to be the worst. I’d thought I was smarter than this, but no…I was in love with Jake fucking Milligan.

And I had a bad feeling it was a permanent condition.

26

JAKE

“Two-year extension, baby. It’ll be on the news within the hour.”

“Uh, that’s great.”

I studied a dust mote drifting in the morning light, zoning in and out of the conversation. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested. I was. This was my future on the line, and though I’d been pretty confident that Boston wanted me in their lineup next season, it was good to have details ironed out. I had a home and a whole city counting on me to represent them.

Two years. Same as Trinsky got with Denver.

Nothing had changed.

And yet everything had. I wasn’t the same person I’d been two months ago. I had new knowledge and a new sense of self. I had someone who mattered to me. But no one would ever know.

That seemed so hopelessly sad.

“You there, Jake?” McD asked. “You went quiet on the line.”