Page 14 of Puck’N Enemy (Thunder Knights #2)

Logan

Unable to let Dylan go, I walk with him back to Coach Becker’s apartment.

“Coach might’ve already gone to bed,” Dylan says, unlocking the door. “So, don’t be too loud, okay?”

“Sure,” I say, listening to the tenants in the adjacent apartment argue in high-pitched voices.

The door clicks shut behind us, muffling the voices.

“Yep, he’s gone to bed,” Dylan says, walking across the living room.

I follow him as he heads down another hallway and slowly opens a door.

Coach’s room is shrouded in darkness, the light from the hallway falling across his pale face as he sleeps. His chest rises and falls at a steady rhythm, telling me he’s fast asleep.

Dylan lingers at the threshold for a heartbeat before he quietly shuts the door. Turning around, he gestures at me to follow him.

“Do you mind if I get some chores done?” he says when we’re back in the living room. “Then, we can talk some more.”

A soft chuckle escapes me. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” I say, sinking into the couch. “A single night’s not going to enough.”

His cheeks turn red, darkening the bruises there. “So, you want to catch up and stuff, huh?”

“Obviously, Dill. I want to know everything you’ve been up to since you left me behind.”

He looks stricken and almost says something before thinking better of it. With a light shake of his head, he lowers his backpack and takes out a lumpy paper bag from its depths.

He quietly takes out bottles of pills and puts them in a medicine box.

Once he’s done, he moves toward the kitchen like it’s his second nature.

It’s only a moment before I follow him there.

Standing at the threshold, I find Dylan putting soup in a Tupperware container. He washes the pot, wipes it dry, and stows it away.

He also puts the soup in the fridge.

Just when I think he’s done, I find him grabbing a knife and starting to slice fruit! He brings out melons from the fridge and cuts them into neat cubes.

The sound of something bubbling reaches my ears, and that’s when I become aware of the pot of oatmeal on the stove.

“Do you have to do all this now?” I ask him.

He glances back at me and smirks. “Coach wakes up at five and likes his breakfast at seven. There’s no way I’m waking up that early to prepare his meals. This way, he can just heat up the food and eat without me worrying about him.”

He continues to be absorbed in his chores, allowing me to study him. My gaze slides down the soft curve of his neck and over the elegant shape of his collarbones. The sleeves of his faded black hoodie are pulled high over his arms, exposing his elbows.

Dylan hasn’t changed. Not really.

He’s still the boy who once chose to ruin his life rather than risk hurting the people he loved. He’s so damn loyal and ridiculously self-sacrificing. I knew it back then too but I didn’t know the extent to which he could go for the people he loved.

My hands curl into fists. I won’t let Pete take him away from me a second time. I will protect Dylan.

“All done,” Dylan says, stepping toward me and breaking me out of my thoughts.

“Where’s your room?” I ask, my voice rougher than I wanted it to sound.

Surprise flickers through his eyes. “You want to talk in my bedroom?”

“Yeah.”

He hesitates but then, nods. “Come on,” he says, walking out of the kitchen.

He’s barely opened the door to a small room when I lightly shove him forward.

“Hey!” Dylan gasps, caught off guard as he stumbles. “What was that for?”

“I’m getting impatient,” I growl, pressing forward until his back hits a wall.

“Logan—”

He falls quiet as he realizes he’s caged between me and the wall. At once, the air around us charges like static.

“What are you doing?” he whispers, staring up at me with those emerald eyes.

“I’m getting even with you.”

His eyes widen as he stares at me.

“You should’ve told me why you left me,” I say, my voice low but intense. “Do you know what it did to me?”

He stiffens.

“I looked for you everywhere. For years .” My voice grows sharper and my breathing turns harsh. “You vanished and left me with nothing but silence and a shattered heart. The bones you broke healed in time but the hurt you left behind hasn’t faded yet.”

His lashes flutter before he looks away from me. “I was protecting you,” he whispers. “You were too good to be true, Logan. I couldn’t risk letting Pete go after you. You also had a family and a future waiting for you. If I stayed, I risked poisoning your life.”

I laugh but the sound is bitter. Leaning in closer, I hook a finger under his chin and make him look at me.

“You don’t get to decide that for me, Dylan.”

“But—”

Before he can say another word, I capture his lips with mine.

He tries to push me away but I don’t budge.

Dylan has no idea just how long I’ve been missing him. He left me without an explanation for his actions, forcing me to believe a lie. I fought with my heart repeatedly for years , but I never got any closure.

Hating him was hard. But now that I no longer have to live believing a lie, I can finally have what was mine to begin with.

“You’re mine ,” I growl, kissing him harder than before. “You were always mine.” I pour all my rage, longing, and hunger into the kiss.

For a moment, Dylan freezes against me. He’s still scared to get close to me. So, I soften the kiss, hoping to reassure him.

The intensity of my kiss remains the same but I let him see that I’m not about to hurt him. I let my hands settle on his waist, still firm, still grounding him but not trapping him.

Dylan slowly begins to relax.

I move my mouth more gently now, coaxing, not demanding.

He kisses me back, at first hesitant but then, increasing in intensity like he’s finally allowing himself to believe I still want him.

A low, raw sound escapes deep from my chest.

Dylan clutches the front of my shirt, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.

Together, we stumble further inside his room. My knees hit the edge of the bed in the corner. Dylan is so damn forceful, I fall back on the mattress.

Our kiss breaks, making me chuckle.

I look around the room, taking in the posters of the ‘90s boy bands covering the walls. He still loves the Backstreet Boys, reminding me of the boy I used to know.

Nostalgia hits me like a gut punch.

Dylan is still the same , I realize. He’s still clinging to the things that made him feel safe and happy.

Wrapping my arms around him, I turn over and bring him underneath me.

His long strands fall over his eyes and face. I chuckle at how disoriented he looks and then, kiss him.

Our mouths collide like a storm this time. His hands fumble over my jacket, desperate to take it off me.

Dylan’s need lights a familiar fire inside me. Pushing him down on the bed, I stare into his eyes. “You’re not allowed to run again,” I tell him. “No matter what comes at us, we face it together.”

Dylan’s eyes glaze over with emotion. He doesn’t say a word but wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me in for another kiss.

A coil of heat spreads through my core, making my cock harden with need.

“Let me make you feel good,” Dylan whispers, breaking away. Pressing on my chest, he makes me get off him. His green eyes heat up with lust as he shifts closer to me and starts unbuttoning my shirt.

Staying quiet, I curiously allow him to take my trousers off next.

When both our clothes are all gone, Dylan places a hand on my chest and makes me lie down. Getting on top of me, he captures my lips in a searing kiss.

Our tongues dance together in a frenzy, making fire course through my veins, burning the exhaustion I’d been feeling earlier. Dylan’s hot mouth slides down my chin, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck and chest.

“Dyl,” I groan, feeling the press of his velvety lips on a spot under my left rib cage.

“Does this still hurt?” he whispers, caressing an old scar with a reverent look in his eyes.

For a moment, I don’t understand why he’s asking me that. Both our bodies are peppered with old scars we got while playing hockey. Why is he so obsessed with some faded mark on my skin?

With a start, I realize he’s talking about the scars he gave me. A shuddering breath escapes my lips as the awful memory of the night he hurt me rises within my mind.

But instead of feeling hurt and angry, I feel relief.

Dylan is back in my arms. Despite the misunderstandings, nothing has changed between us. Years have passed by but our feelings for each other are still as strong as ever.

With a sudden move, I close my legs around his hips and buck underneath him, bringing him crashing down on the bed.

“Logan,” he gasps, panting hard. Dylan is back on his stomach, his face pressed to a pillow. Straddling his thighs, I loom over him.

Dylan’s pale, round ass is smooth and full, the taut skin lit up by the warm glow of the bedside lamp. Keeping him pressed down, I grab two handfuls and lean down to suck up a mark on one creamy cheek before smacking it hard.

Dylan moans loudly. “I’m trying to be good,” he says in a ragged voice. “Do you have to punish me like this?”

“I still want to do this to you,” I say, smacking his ass again and watching the mounds jiggle.

He groans. “Logan...”

Smirking, I lean down to trail a line of kisses along his spine. His body shivers with each press of my lips.

My lips twist in a grin. Dylan is always so responsive, his reactions are enough to make me go hard.

“I want you right now,” I murmur against a cheek.

He turns around and gazes at me with a stricken look in his beautiful eyes. “I don’t have condoms and stuff,” he mumbles.

“When has that ever stopped me?” I growl.

Another moan escapes me.

Moving over to the bedside cabinet, I pull open the drawers. Apart from pain meds, I find a tube of lube there.

A chuckle escapes me. I knew Dylan would hide it here.

“Look what I found,” I say, holding up the nearly tube.

“No,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Didn’t you just say you wanted to make me feel good?”

“Yeah, but I was thinking of something more innocent.”

A laugh escapes me. “Innocent? When have we ever been innocent, Dyl?” I ask, setting the tube beside him on the bed. “We always liked dangerous games, didn’t we?” I whisper, running my hand up his bare back and into his dark red hair.

He closes his eyes when I pull at the strands, just hard enough to make him groan.

My dick hardens. Focusing back on the beautiful man before me, I notice him biting his bottom lip, turning it a bright red. Leaning over, I suck those lips and swipe my tongue over his.

Cupping the back of his head, I hold him close and deepen the kiss, seeking more of his heady sweetness. Dylan makes little whimpers and moans, melting into the sheets underneath him.

I kiss his bare shoulder and down his warm skin to the center of his chest.

He stares up at me, his eyes glowing with lust.

I turn him on his stomach before reaching for the lube. I squirt a generous amount on the cleft of his ass and wet my fingers with the cool gel before sliding them one by one into his tight hole.

“Logan,” he whimpers as my other hand reaches out to grasp his cock. “Oh fuck! Fuck...” He chants as I slowly pump his cock.

The slick wetness between his shaft and my palm allows me to rub him harder. His hips rise from the bed as he seeks the friction. “Please...Logan,” he breathes.

He looks at me with a pleading look in his eyes as my hand brushes over his balls. His body tightens and his dick twitches in my hand.

Dylan is ready for me.

I spread his cheeks with both my hands and thrust my cock into his hole. My fingering helped him relax and ease up, allowing me to slide in deeper.

My eyes close in pure pleasure as I feel the incredible heat and tight clench of his muscles around my cock. A groan escapes me.

Dylan lets his chest fall to the mattress and raises his hips to meet my slow, deep thrusts. Nothing compares to the feeling of sliding into his body. It’s been years since I was last inside him and I missed it.

Leaning further against his back, I press my face against the side of his neck as I slide in and out of him at a faster pace, relishing every noise and squeeze of his body.

“You still feel the same and smell the same,” I breathe as he arches his neck backward. “Tell me you didn’t let another bastard touch you while you were gone.”

“I haven’t even thought of anyone else,” Dylan manages to say in between moans and gasps. “It’s always been you, Logan.”

My chest nearly explodes with the possessiveness I feel for him.

“Ah, Logan! Be gentle!” he cries out as my cock thrusts into him, pounding him deeper into the mattress. His voice turns breathy and broken as he begs me. “Please...Logan...”

I speed up and pound into him harder. His muscles are clenching and squeezing around my shaft, making the heat deep in my belly grow into a raging inferno.

Kneeling up, I press a hand flat between his shoulder blades and hold him down firmly against the bed as I hammer into him. My jaws clench together as my own need for release heightens. I drive into him harder and reach between his thighs to grasp his cock.

“Logan!” Dylan whimpers as I stroke his rigid, throbbing cock. Precum dribbles onto my hand as he makes breathy, gasping noises. “I’m gonna...I can’t...”

His whole body tightens underneath me as his back arches off the bed. With a cry, he comes undone, his body trembling underneath me with the force of his pleasure.

It only takes a few more thrusts until I feel my release bursting through me. Dylan is writhing and whimpering underneath me as my orgasm tears out of me, forcing a growl from my lips.

I release my cum deep inside him and collapse on top of him. My heart pounds in my chest as I lie against him, soaking up the warmth of his skin.

When my pleasure ebbs away, I lightly bite Dylan’s earlobe and gently pull out of him.

He slowly turns around to face me, looking breathtaking with his auburn strands stuck against his sweaty temple, his emerald eyes glazed with utmost satisfaction and his pink lips parted slightly as he still gasps for breath.

I settle against a pillow beside him. Dylan wraps an arm around my torso and buries his head against my chest.

“Logan?” he speaks up after a few minutes.

“Mmm?”

“I missed you.”

A smile comes onto my lips. He’s finally admitting to his feelings.

“I missed you, too,” I tell him, holding him close.