Page 30 of Two Guys One Puck (Gods Versus Monsters Hockey #2)

THIRTY

KTYTOR

“ I ’m not blushing. Fuck you.” Ronan is angry, and it makes the color in his face that much more appealing. He’s sexy when he’s angry.

“Is so cute that you say fuck me any time you don’t have a comeback, cupcake.”

He growls, and my dick gets harder.

“See what you do to me?” I stroke my cock letting him watch.

“You suck!”

“Get down on your knees before you blow the vein in your temple.”

Reluctantly, Ronan sinks down and grabs my cock, while shoving my pants down to my ankles. I’m so ready for him. I can’t even admit how much I missed him. But he’s a fucking tease, licking my head while playing with my balls.

I let him take his time, but as I become increasingly desperate, I grab his hair. “Suck it.”

“Make me.”

“Remember, you asked for this.” I use his hair to keep him in place and bump my tip against his lips.

He parts them, and I waste no time sliding down his throat.

But I don’t pull back in a hurry, I take my time like he did, controlling the pace with my thrusts.

He looks up at me, and if I wasn’t already fucked for him, that would do it.

His beautiful hazel eyes never leave mine while I fuck his face, taking out all my pleasure on his lips.

This is almost better than fighting with him. I can’t get enough. I could do this all night, but he’s too good with his tongue, bringing me right to the edge, and then he starts jacking himself off.

“Fuck, Ronan. I love watching you pleasure yourself.”

He groans around my dick, and I’m fucking done for. I don’t even try to pull out, too far gone. I come in his throat and on his tongue in frantic pumps. He doesn’t pull back, steady and hungry, he licks my cock clean.

“Fuck. Did you come?” I ask, feeling drunk off the high of him.

“Not yet. Why?”

“I need you inside me.”

“We can’t be too loud…” He teases as he step out of his pants.

“If you don’t want to fuck me…”

He’s on his feet and picking me up before I can get another word in. He throws me on the bed and flips me over, pulling my ass back.

“Christ, Seaborn,” I say but push back against his slick fingers as they enter me, knowing how desperate it makes me look. That single action makes me a disgrace to everything I should be, but in this moment, I don’t care. I need Ronan, and I love being fucked by him, whatever that makes me.

He doesn’t prep me for long, and I love that I’m not the only needy one. He grabs a condom out of his night stand and replaces his fingers with his tip. He kisses the back of my neck, taking me slow. I arch into him, taking more of his cock.

This isn’t like last time. It’s better, slower. We’re pressed together and all our skin touches. He wraps an arm around my chest hugging me to him. I twist kissing him over my shoulder. He picks his head up deepening the kiss while sinking all the way inside me. I’m so impossibly filled.

We move together, and neither of us is in a hurry taking our time to build each other up and by the time he’s ready to come I’m hard again. His hand slides down to wrap around my cock.

I’m done for and so is he.

It’s easy to like Ronan’s family. They love each other and want him to be happy.

It makes me miss mine even if they are nothing like his.

The work is standard and easy. Stuff every boy in my country is taught.

We aren’t allowed to be useless, so we all learn normal upkeep in our villages and houses, and then as we get older, most people have to work to help support their families.

As Seaborn’s uncle Garett learns to trust me, he gives us more responsibility, sometimes leaving us alone to work whole days just the two of us.

Which gives us a weird and wonderful freedom to be ourselves for days at a time.

We can touch and kiss and speak freely mostly left alone on job sites.

A freedom we’ll probably not have again until we retire.

I love it, but maybe it’s a taste of a life I can’t have, and while I lay in bed, wrapped in Seaborn’s arms, I wonder if I’ll ever have this happiness for real, or if I’ll have to sacrifice it for my career and to help my family.

I’m showing Emily how to make zharkoye, which is a traditional meal at home. It’s beef and potatoes. Great comfort food. Seaborn watches with a beer, and we’re all laughing. I like his aunt. She’s got a dry sense of humor, similar to one I grew up with. It makes me feel even more at home here.

“So what’s the deal with you two?” Emily asks when there’s a break in the conversation.

Ronan chokes on his beer. Not a good start to denying it if that’s his purpose.

I turn around to lean my ass on the counter, looking right at Ronan. This is his family. He gets to handle it.

He recovers from choking and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then searches my face with a silent question.

I can’t really say anything with my eyes. At least not that he’d understand, so I shrug, leaving it up to him. He knows her better. It’s up to him to decide if he wants to tell her.

Seaborn blows out a breath. “What do you mean?”

Emily crosses her arms. “Don’t bullshit me. Why else would you bring him home?”

“Because he was going to be alone?—”

Emily holds up a hand, cutting him. “Don’t feed me that bullshit. I didn’t believe it then, and I’m not now after seeing you two together!”

I fake a cough into my arm to cover my laugh.

“Don’t think you’re not feeding into this, Leontiy,” she snaps.

I hold up my hands. “This is between you two. As you say, my skin is not in the fight.”

Seaborn rolls his eyes. “Cop out.”

“They’re your family, baby doll.”

“See this! The pet names. The way you two look at each other. I’m not going to let you gaslight me like the rest of the family.” Emily narrows her eyes.

“To be fair, I called him pet names to piss him long before we were fuc—friends.”

“What were you going to say?” she points at me.

I turn back to my meal, stirring it in earnest. “Nothing. I get confused with language. Translation is hard.”

“I don’t think so.”

Now Seaborn is laughing.

“Someone is going to admit something to me,” Emily is not giving up.

He sobers and turns to look directly at her. “What do you want me to tell you? I’m not going to come out. Not to them and definitely not publicly.”

Emily is quiet for a long time. “Not even to your dad? He’s family.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to do that to him when he’s like this.”

She frowns. “Are you kidding me? He loves you. He’s going to love you no matter what.”

“And if he doesn’t? If he’s not speaking to me or fucking mad until he dies? I can’t take that chance. What if it makes him worse, Emily? The stress could kill him or something. I can’t have that on my shoulders.” He’s fighting tears, and since it’s out, I cross the room and pull him into a hug.

I press my lips to his temple and whisper, “Ти мо? сонечкo.”

He looks at me but doesn’t ask. I’m sure he will later.

“He’d want to know you, Ronan.” Emily frowns but she’s no longer pushing.

“He does. Most of me.” He leans into me taking the offered comfort and I’m surprised.

Both because I like it and I wasn’t sure he would in front of someone else. It gives me hope he might one day be comfortable out with me but maybe it’s wrong to hope for that.

“Do you think I’m wrong for not telling him?”he asks when we’re alone later, wrapped up in one another.

I shrug because who knows what the right answer is. “This is new. What if you decide you hate me tomorrow, and you never touch another man again? Then what? You will have made yourself a white crow for nothing.”

“Made myself what?”

“I don’t know how you say…is like— Б?ла ворон—we’d say a white crow. I think you have something similar with sheep. Like you are the one who stands out from the rest.”

“You mean a black sheep?”

“How does that make sense? There are whole flocks of black sheep. There are no white crows.”

Ronan bursts out laughing, confusing me further. “It’s just a saying.”

“A dumb saying. But the point stands. You could hate me tomorrow.” I don’t even know what this is. Are we even dating? Just fucking each other while it’s convenient? I don’t want to ask because I don’t want the answer. I’d rather stay in my delusion for now.

“I’m not going to decide I hate you.” He skims his fingers down my side.

“Okay, dearest. We’ll see how the rest of the season goes.”

He’s quiet for some time, and I think he’s fallen asleep. “What did you say to me earlier in the kitchen?”

“I don’t remember,” I lie.

I don’t want him to hate me for things he can’t control.

I didn’t mean to fall in love with him.