Page 174 of The Substitute

“If you think I’m going to be anywhere else, you’ve lost your fucking mind. I may leave briefly later to kill your father, but that’s about it.” He’s deadly serious.

“Why?”

“Why the fuck not?”

“That’s your team. You should be there finishing the game. You’ll probably win with me off the ice.”

He grabs my jaw stopping me from going on. “You’re more important than hockey.”

“Why?” I still don’t get it. “I’m just your step-brother, the one who’s hurting your mom and who you have to share with your boyfriend. None of that should make you want to be here for me like this. Nor make me want to lose it in front of you.”

Savage rolls his eyes. “Tobi was right. Hockey players are dumb as fuck.”

“You’re also a hockey player!” I throw back. “And why the fuck would I want to have a meltdown in front of you?”

“I’ve always cared about you. You may not get it, but when I’d take care of you as a kid, I cared, and I do now, too. More so, actually.”

“Why?” I still don’t understand.

“You think I’m going to let anything happen to someone Tobi loves? I think fucking not.”

“Oh, so that’s what this is about? To earn points with Tobi?” I should have fucking known. “I get it. Just like the flirting.” He does it all because it makes Tobi happy.

“No, I just fucking told you that I’ve cared since we were kids. Do you not fucking listen?” Anger flashes in his eyes.

“Okay, fine. Whatever. Thank you.” Again, I try to get up.

He grabs my jaw, bringing us nose to nose. “You think I flirt with you because it makes Tobi happy?”

“Obviously. Why else would you do it?”

“It made Tobi happy on the way over here when he wasn’t around?”

“You like to push my buttons and keep the game up. It’s not like you’re going to turn it off.” I don’t get what point he thinks he’s making.

He brushes his lips over mine, stopping every thought I have in their tracks. “I flirt with you because I like how you react to me. I like how nervous and turned on you get.”

“Fuck.” I kiss him back, and the bastard smirks into my lips, but I don’t care.

He pulls me properly into his lap, and the dam breaks. I want to feel fucking all of him. I’m so strung out on emotions, I need to feel good, and Savage wanting me feels like a light at the end of a tunnel I didn’t even know I was in.

We have way too much gear on for this, and we both start ripping it off each other. There is no softness like we have with Tobi. This is pure carnal need. We get down to our compression shirts and jocks rubbing up against each other to get as much friction possible. My cock is straining out of the top of my jock, begging for him to touch me. Finally, I grab his hand and put it there.

He smirks against my lips again, breaking the kiss to glance between us. “You have such a nice dick.”

“I need you to fucking touch me.”

He obliges too easily, wrapping his hand around my cock. “All you had to do was ask.”

“Fuck you.” My head falls back as he strokes.

“I want to taste you. You’ve gotten to taste me, and I think payback is warranted.” He drags his teeth over his lip.

“I thought you were going to fuck my mouth.” I don’t even care which happens first, I just need him to keep touching me.

“I want to make you come.”

“Well, you better hurry up. The game is going to be over soon, so we don’t have much time.”