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“Fuck yes. Oh God.” I worked my eyes open and almost lost it. Nate was licking my balls, slow and filthy, like he had all the time in the world. Holy shit. I’d thought it was a dream.

He licked a long, lazy stripe up the bottom of my shaft, then sucked the head before letting me slip free. He wiggled up beside me, wearing a grin that was pure mischief.

“Hey. Hope you meant it when you said that was okay. I’ve been sucking you.”

“It’s better than okay. Fuck , I thought I was dreaming.”

“Glad you liked it.” He shifted higher so he could kiss me, then pinched one of my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and when he moved again, his thigh brushed my dick.

I moaned into his mouth. He chuckled and deepened the kiss, sending a fresh surge of heat roaring through me. If it were possible to come from kissing, I would’ve made a mess all over both of us.

“Boys?” Nana knocked on the door. “It’s almost nine. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes.”

We’d frozen at the sound of her voice, and I broke away from Nate’s mouth to call out, “We’ll be down in a minute, Nana. Thanks.”

“Eggs and that ham you like so much. See you soon.”

We waited for her to go back downstairs before we moved, and I gave a frustrated groan. This was fucking great; I was so worked up my cock wouldn’t go down all day. “Guess we should get dressed,” I said.

He glanced at the clock by my bed. “She said ten minutes.”

“Right.”

“You’re so hard, I bet I can get you off in five or less.” He shimmied back down and crawled between my legs, then closed his mouth around me in one smooth move.

“Fuck!” I clapped a hand over my mouth, trying to muffle the sound while he laughed around my dick. God, it felt insane—tight and wet, so fucking good—and when I lifted my head enough to look, my heart pounded harder. He was gorgeous like this, with his lips stretched around my cock and his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked.

He drew me all the way in, then pulled back to the tip, teasing me with a rhythm that had me squirming so hard I was afraid I might slide off the bed.

“Goddamn, that’s good,” I hissed.

He sucked faster, relentless now.

“Fuck yes. Please don’t stop.”

He sped up and started playing with one of my balls, rolling it lightly and squeezing enough to have me on a knife’s edge between pleasure and pain. I was right there, suspended on a wire, and he sucked harder and faster, ratcheting everything higher.

“Do it,” I whispered. “Fuck yes.”

He increased the suction, and a deep, broken moan tore out of me. This was the best I’d ever felt in my life. I lifted my head, desperate to see him, and when our eyes locked—his dark with hunger—I nearly lost it right there. “Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice a wreck.

I dropped my head back, barely aware I was grinding against him, chasing every slick drag of his mouth. My body wasn’t mine anymore; it was his. I thrust without meaning to, using a wild, needy rhythm that he countered by grabbing my hips and pinning me flat. I cursed under my breath, desperate and raw, and he only sucked harder.

“Close. Fuck, close ,” I said. My lungs were burning, and my thighs trembled.

He slipped a hand down, teasing behind my balls, and the first brush of his finger against my ass had me a breath away. He slid his finger inside, shattering the last of my control. I cried out into my hand as I came, bucking so hard I nearly lifted him off the bed.

He gagged once but didn’t let go, swallowing my cum like he couldn’t get enough. I was coming harder than I ever had, thick, endless bursts that left me seeing stars.

His finger pressed deeper as I pulsed around it, and the overload sent a sharp, gorgeous ache all through my body. I whimpered and shook, helpless as the last pulses slowed into dribbles and the heat spread low and sweet inside me. When it was over, I sagged against the mattress, gasping like I’d just sprinted up a mountain. The afterglow wrapped around me, warm and heavy, and I closed my eyes against the sheer intensity of it.

He took his time licking me clean before crawling up the bed. After a leisurely glance at the clock, he grinned. “What did I tell you? Five minutes, babe, and that includes the time it took to clean you up. We have plenty of time to make it downstairs.”

He gave me a kiss, and when he drew away, our eyes locked. I moaned yet again. “I don’t know how to thank you. I never felt anything like that before. It’s because it was you.”

He traced a finger across my cheek. “That’s how it was for me too. You’re opening up a whole new world for me.”

“Me too. Now kiss me again.”

* * *

Nate and I were inhaling turkey and all the fixings like we hadn’t eaten in a week. The whole meal was pure magic: golden bird, fluffy potatoes drowning in gravy, and stuffing that deserved a fan club. Across the table, Nana beamed at us like we were the main attraction in the Thanksgiving Day parade. She loved feeding people, and we were giving her one hell of a show.

While I cleaned my plate, I couldn’t help worrying about how much she’d spent on our visit. Nana didn’t believe in doing things halfway, especially when it came to holidays, and I knew all the food hadn’t been cheap. Thankfully, I’d thought to withdraw an extra thousand dollars when we stopped at an ATM yesterday. Regardless of what the financial guy said when we met Tuesday, I was helping her. Period. Since she’d never accept money if I tried to hand it to her, I’d already slipped it inside a thank-you card and planned to leave it on her nightstand. She rarely went upstairs during the day, so she probably wouldn’t find it until bedtime. By then, we’d be gone, and it would be too late to argue.

“This is the best stuffing I’ve ever had, Nana.” Nate groaned around a mouthful, almost as if it physically hurt to chew something so good. “And this cranberry sauce? It’s definitely not from a can. I feel like I’ve finally met the real thing.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying everything so much,” she said. “I make the cranberry sauce with orange in it, which I think makes it special.” She glanced at me. “Chuck’s always loved it.”

“Mm-hmm,” I managed, swallowing a bite of mashed potatoes and green beans.

When Nate and I had eaten enough to swear we wouldn’t need another meal for days, Nana smiled. “Don’t say that until you’ve had your pumpkin pie.”

“Gosh, I forgot about that.” I patted my belly and glanced at Nate. “You’ll be able to eat it, I promise.”

After we cleared the table, Nana served dessert and coffee in the living room, and we sat in the same places as the night before. Nate and I made a fuss over the pie and polished off two slices each. By the time we set our plates on the table and slumped against the couch, we both had bellies as big as a fifty-year-old who’d never exercised a day in his life.

“Do you really have to leave today?” Nana asked. “You’re more than welcome to stay another night. I’d love it if you did.”

“We’d like to stay,” I said, “but we can’t. We’re playing Miami tomorrow night, and Coach scheduled practice for nine-thirty in the morning.”

“My, that seems a little excessive since it’s a holiday.”

Nate leaned forward. “It does, but it really isn’t. We always have morning skate on game days, and since we weren’t there today, we need to work off all this food and get our minds back on hockey. Miami’s tough.”

“And mean,” she said. “I’ve rarely seen a team with so much nastiness.”

Nate grunted his agreement. “Them and Boston. I don’t like Boston for many reasons, especially how they treated one of our teammates.”

I turned to Nate. “What happened? Which teammate?”

“Brody. I’ll tell you about it on the way home.”

It must have been bad if he didn’t want to say it around Nana, so I let it go and asked her about her weekend plans.

“Before I answer that, I forgot to ask how long you’ll be living together.”

I glanced at Nate before answering. “Not sure. I guess I need to start looking for my own place.”

“Probably. You never want to wear out your welcome.” Her eyes didn’t match her words. Instead of serious, there was a glimmer of… what? Mischief?

“Chuck can stay as long as he wants.” Nate wrinkled his brow and looked at me. “I have too much space for one person. I’m lonely, and I enjoy having you there. I’d love the company if you’d like to stay.” He swallowed hard. “Unless you want to go, I guess.”

“I don’t. I like living with you, and…”

“Then at least wait until after the holidays. You’re more than welcome.”

Nana put on a big smile. “Sounds like you’re in agreement. That’s grand.”

I turned back to Nate, who nodded. Neither of us was in any hurry, which suited me just fine.

After we helped Nana clean the kitchen, Nate and I headed upstairs for our bags. As soon as we were in my room, he closed the door and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Please don’t go anywhere. We’re ROD friends, and I want you to stay.”

I nodded. “I’d like that, on one condition. Let me pay you rent.”

“I don’t need rent, especially not from you.”

“Maybe you don’t, but I’m no freeloader. I need to pay rent to feel good about myself. Deal?”

He smiled and nodded. “Deal. We’re so much alike in some ways.”

We sealed it with a kiss and left for Buffalo.