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TRINSKY

“ A re you hungry?”

I shook my head. “Nah, I grabbed something in Burlington. I parked my rental in your driveway, but I don’t think anyone will notice with all the trees out there.”

Jake locked the door and turned off the foyer light, leading me into a great room that could have been something straight out of a fancy magazine. Sort of like my place in Denver but much more sophisticated. High-beamed ceilings and a wall of windows that probably featured a forest view made the space seem impossibly big. A soft gray sectional sofa floated in the middle on a geometric rug in front of an imposing stone fireplace. And there were fucking pillows everywhere.

I fingered the fringe on a light-blue one and shifted my gaze to the family-style kitchen. Again…huge and very state-of-the-art with shiny appliances and an island with enough real estate to be the envy of any Michelin-starred restaurant.

It was very me to tease him for the opulence, which was ridiculous coming from a guy who owned sweet homes in Colorado and California. But he looked so earnest, and I felt oddly…mushy being here with him. Don’t ask me to explain. It was just a strange feeling.

“Want something to drink? Are you thirsty? I have beer, wine, soda, water. I have hard stuff too, but?—”

I tugged his wrist. “I’m not thirsty either. I’m tired and I just…wanted to see you. And be with you.”

Jake turned his palm up and wordlessly linked our fingers. “This way.”

His bedroom was palatial and had that same designer-decorated vibe as the rest of his house, with soft colors and luxurious fabrics. Seriously, the gray-and-white striped duvet resembled a cloud floating on his king-sized mattress.

“Nice place.” I shucked off my tee and pointed at the ceiling. “No mirror, though.”

He snorted and flung his shirt at me, then slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats and lowered them to expose his perfect V. “My mom hired a professional designer for me. I paid for it, obviously, but Mom oversaw the whole production and there’s no way she’d approve of a sex mirror.”

“Too bad. Also…do not say ‘Mom’ in this room again, please.”

Jake barked a laugh, stepping out of his sweats, his semi hanging thick between his legs as he lay on the bed. “Got it.”

“Good. I’m gonna do things to you, Jakey.”

His eyes darkened. “What kind of things?”

“Naughty things.”

I finished undressing and jacked my cock, my gaze freely roaming his perfect torso. I’d seen my share of naked men with godlike bods in locker rooms, yet I’d never noticed them. I’d never been attracted to them or wondered what it might feel like to touch them. Only Jake.

I’d been asking myself “Why him, why now?” for weeks. I’d watched bi porn and concentrated on the men, and yes, some of it got my motor running. Not in a way that definitively indicated I was bi, but I had to be, right? I was on fire for Jake.

He felt like Christmas morning and my favorite birthday presents wrapped in one sexy package. Christ, look at him now, stroking himself languidly, legs parted, eyes at half-mast. Yeah, there was no reason for second-guessing. I might be bi or just curious…who cared? Whatever this was, it was too strong to ignore.

The mattress dipped under my weight as I climbed atop him, sighing at the first press of skin. God, he was so warm, so…strong. Jake pulled me closer still, lifting his hips. His cock slid against mine in the tight confine between our bodies. The delicious friction had me groaning his name as he licked my lips.

We kissed and rutted like horny teens in no particular hurry. Long pulls of his tongue and the sweet grind of our erections were more than enough. For now, anyway.

Jake switched our positions and took both of our cocks in hand, using precum to lube us up. “I’ve been thinking about this,” he purred. “Nonstop.”

“My dick?”

“Yeah.” He squeezed us as he rocked seductively. “I want to feel you again…inside me.”

I flattened my feet on the mattress and held his hips. “Lube.”

He scrambled off me to rummage through his nightstand drawer for supplies. He tossed the bottle of lube at me and held up a condom. “I was tested a few days ago and?—”

“Oh, fuck, yeah.” I sat up and flashed a maniacal grin. “Me too. Damn, just when I didn’t think this could get any better. Bend over, Milligan. Show me that pretty hole.”

Jake rolled his eyes but obeyed, crawling on all fours to the middle of the bed. I fumbled with the cap on the bottle of lube, almost giddy at the sight of his perfect pucker. I slicked my fingers and gently traced one along his crack, massaging the sensitive skin. I reached between his legs, tugging his balls and stroking his dick with my other hand.

I slipped a single digit into his hole, loving his grunt of approval. He took it easier than he had the first time, relaxing around the intrusion with his head hung low.

“Another one,” he begged.

I pushed two fingers in and out, and when he asked for a third, I scissored the digits, prepping him while my poor cock drooled against his thigh.

I kissed his ass cheek as I pulled away to lube up. “You want to stay on your knees for me or do you want to ride me?”

Jake glanced over his shoulder, his eyes sex-hazed and slightly out of focus. “Just fucking fuck me.”

I chuckled, scooting behind him. I slid my cock in his crease, teasing us both. Cruel, but honestly, I didn’t trust myself to play it cool. I wanted to claim him, take him, and pound his ass, but I also wanted to fucking worship him. Weird sentiment, but I just…wanted to get this right.

I held my cock at the base and tapped it at his hole. And pushed.

Oh, my God . He was so damn tight. I breached the first ring of muscle, inching forward till I was fully seated and dizzy with pleasure. No one had ever felt like this. He was fucking perfect. Like he was made for me.

I set a slow steady rhythm, running soothing hands along his spine and his sides as I chanted a litany of praises that quickly went nasty.

“You’re so hot, so tight.”

“ Ungh …”

“This is my ass. I fucking own this sweet hole. Tell me it’s mine, Jakey. Tell me this is my hole, baby.” I upped the tempo, thrusting double time as he struggled for purchase under the onslaught.

He lost his balance and fell forward on his elbow. I draped myself over him and didn’t let up. I’d forgotten to be careful and go slow. I was a man possessed. But Jake didn’t seem to mind. He gripped his dick and jerked furiously, his shoulders clenching with tension, a flush pinkening his skin as we chased our releases.

I fell apart first. Not a surprise. I was out of control, and there was no way to maintain my pace. I tried to warn him, but somehow he knew.

“Come, Mase. Come in me, baby,” he growled.

I shuddered, my whole body quaking as I filled his hole, pumping everything I had in him. And just as the fiercest tremors subsided, Jake’s orgasm hit.

It took a few minutes to rejoin the land of the living. I kissed his shoulder, unthinking, and pulled out.

“Oh, Jakey…you should see this. It’s fucking incredible.”

“What?” he grunted, his voice muffled in the pillow.

“My cum in your hole.” I dipped a finger inside, turned-on all over again.

He chuckled low and deep. “You’re so gross.”

I smacked his butt and hopped off the bed. “Where’s your bathroom? I’ll get you cleaned up.”

“Thataway.”

I washed off and returned with two towels. “One for the wet spot.”

“Good call.” Jake wiped at the mess we’d made and waited for me to slide in next to him before pulling the duvet to cover us. “Are you staying?”

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

He nodded. “I don’t have any immediate neighbors so…it’s safe.”

Safe. Funny word. Nothing about us was safe.

I propped my head on my hand and studied him in the semidark room. Fuck, he was handsome. All chiseled features, a perfect nose, and a kissable mouth. Hockey players weren’t supposed to look like models. Scars and crooked smiles from copious dental work were part of the package. There was nothing crooked or out of place here. Jake was…beautiful.

Whoa.

What the fuck?

No, no.

No goopy sappy sentiments allowed. Geez, what was wrong with me?

I collapsed on my side and yawned. “Thanks. I’m not sure if I have a roommate at Denny’s old house, and I don’t want to wake anyone up.”

“ Mm . So you’re here. In Elmwood.”

“I am.” I brushed my thumb against his lower lip.

He bit it, then kissed it better. “What did Eddie have to say about your sudden trip to Elmwood?”

“He was fine. Eddie’s busier than me. I’ll go home before preseason training starts. This”—I gestured between our naked bodies—“was too good an opportunity to pass up. I’m not sure when I’ll get this much unfiltered Milligan time again.”

“Unfiltered? I don’t think so,” he scoffed. “We’ll have eyes on us, and it’s going to feel weird as fuck to pretend to hate you in public.”

“You mean…you like me?” I widened my eyes comically. “For reals?”

Jake shrugged. “You’ve grown on me a little…like a wart.”

“Nice.” I pulled his thigh over mine. “We have the rest of August together. This is good.”

He went quiet for a beat. “Yeah.”

I frowned. “Hey, am I jumping the gun? We don’t have to do anything. We can?—”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want this. Maybe too much,” he rasped. “We never talked about it, and maybe we should. I mean, we’ll be okay if we’re careful, but we both know this is it. Neither of us is looking for a boyfriend or any complications. The hockey world will have a hard enough time with the idea we’re friends. Lovers? No way. It would be the end of our careers. Our stats, award-winning seasons, Stanley Cups wins would be footnotes to some salacious stories about some big love affair.”

“Ooh.” I waggled my brows. “Is that what this is? A big l-o-v-e affair. Damn, I’ve never had one of those.”

“Shut up and be serious.” Jake slugged my arm playfully. “You know what I’m saying. We can have Elmwood, but this has to be over at the end of summer.”

I hadn’t thought about it in depth, but he was right. Of course, he was right. We weren’t about to jeopardize our careers. We’d both worked hard to get where we were. We weren’t going down in some cheesy tabloid-worthy scandal. No fucking way.

“Yeah, I get it. Kind of fucked to know that it’s better for everyone to hate you in public than it is to admit…”

“Admit what?” he prompted.

I studied his full lips for a moment, then met his eyes. “Admit that maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe you’re not stuck up and full of yourself. Maybe you’re a standup guy and good friend, brother, son, human. And maybe…just maybe…you have the sweetest fucking ass in the entire universe.”

Jake barked a laugh and face-planted on his pillow. “You are so…you.”

“I know, but I don’t think you mind.” I kissed his cheek. “And this is where you admit that you were wrong about me too.”

“But was I?” he teased, lacing our fingers. “Okay, fine. You’re pretty damn cool, Mase. I’m not sure how we’ll pull this off, but I want the rest of the summer with you. If we have to pretend to hate each other…so be it. We know how we really feel, and we know what we want.”

“Sex.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, and just…this is good too.”

“Holding hands in bed like a coupla old geezers?”

“Exactly.”

I just smiled. I didn’t have a snappy comeback ’cause damn it, I agreed. Just being together was kind of amazing.

“I’m all in, but I should warn you…I’m practically required to prank your ass on day one. Be ready, Milligan.”

“Oh, I’ll be ready.” Jake snorted. He pressed his body close, snaking his hand around to squeeze my butt before rolling on top of me. “Speaking of asses…it’s my turn. This is mine next.”

I fluttered my lashes like a cartoon character. “You want in my ass?”

He nipped my jaw. “I do. I want to fuck you like you fuck me. It doesn’t have to be tonight, but soon. I want you to see stars and new planets. I want to make you feel so, so good.”

I dropped my head on the pillow, exposing my neck for his kisses while I kneaded his firm cheeks and ground our hips together. Yeah, that was definitely going to happen, and I wanted it. I wanted Jake every way possible, as often as possible.

I wished we had more than a few weeks, but if all we had was now, I’d make sure this would be a summer to remember. For both of us.

No regrets.