Page 40 of Two Guys One Puck (Gods Versus Monsters Hockey #2)

FORTY

KTYTOR

H is eyes blaze, and he grabs me, yanking me to the edge of the counter.

“I like it when you’re like this.”

“Like what?” Ronan attacks my neck, sucking and kissing.

My head falls back. “Like you can’t keep your hands off me.”

“It’s more than that.” His tone is playful.

“What is it?” I thread my fingers through his hair.

“I get to take all my feelings out on your ass.” He’s got me curious.

“I thought you weren’t still mad.” I tug his hair so he’ll look up.

“No, I’m still frustrated, annoyed, and a little mad.” He wraps his fingers around the back of my neck, kissing me needily. “But I’d rather be all those things with you than without you.”

“Don’t do that.” I fight a smile.

“Do what?” he asks, tugging open my jeans.

“Make me soft for you. I like when you take your anger out on me.” I lift my ass so he can slide off my pants.

“You shouldn’t like this so much.” He laughs, tossing my pants aside. “I can do both.”

“No? You’d rather I fight you?” I flip my briefs down, exposing my cock.

“Sometimes. Not today.” Ronan pulls off my shirt, then dips his head to lick my nipple.

“Good. Now fuck me like you hate me.” My entire body ignites under his mouth, and I’m desperate for him to touch my cock.

He bites the curve of my neck. “Hate is a strong word.”

“Do your worst, Коханий.”

“You’re doing that on purpose.” He steps back, putting on a show as he unzips his pants, making me watch as he wraps his hand around his thick cock.

I lean forward while my cock leaks. “Bring that here.”

“Do you deserve it?”

“Why?” I clench my jaw, refusing to go to him.

“You keep calling me that word without telling me what it means!”

I smirk. “You’re so easy to bait. Is why I’m the better hockey player.”

He growls, and it’s like music to my ears.

He closes the distance between us, and I grab his cock, but don’t expect him to grab my thighs and haul me off the counter.

He picks me up easily, and I’ve never realized how big he actually is.

Like, I know, but this is a whole other display, and it makes me fucking horny. More than I already was.

I grasp his face, kissing him hungrily.

He devours my mouth, carrying me over to the couch, kicking off his pants on the way. I pull at the back of his shirt, needing it off. I want all of him. Every inch of his skin on mine. He throws me down on the cushions, barely giving me a second of reprieve before he’s on me.

He rocks his hips, rubbing his shaft between my cheeks. I arch up, fucking needy. If I wasn’t so desperate to get him inside me, I might be embarrassed by how I’m acting.

He pulls back, and I growl in my language for him to come back. He smiles like he can tell from just my tone. “I need a condom.”

“Don’t use one.”

He cocks his head, and I can’t tell if he’s unsure or surprised. “If you win your semi-final game, I’ll fuck you without.”

My breath catches in my throat. “You shouldn’t want us to win, Seaborn.”

“I want you to win, and I want to kick your ass Saturday.” He rolls on a condom.

I scoff, picking up my head to watch while he takes his fucking time. “If you’re this slow on the ice, you won’t have a chance.”

“You’ll take what I give you.” Ronan roughly flips me over, putting a hand between my shoulder blades while pulling my hips back with his other. He puts one foot on the couch while teasing his head over my tight ring. Warm fluid drips over my hole, and I arch.

“I’ll call you whatever I see fit, sugar cake.”

“You’re going to pay for that.” He spreads me, then fists a hand in my hair, using it to pull me onto his cock.

I groan, eyes rolling back as he fills me, unable to even get out a snarky comeback. He doesn’t give me a minute to get used to his girth, immediately pulling back before thrusting forward again. He’s relentless, and I don’t want him any other way.

“Yes. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

“I love your ass.” His hips brutally slam into it, making my cheeks shake.

“And I love yours. I want my tongue in it later.” My words come through jagged gasps.

“You can do whatever you want if you stay the night.”

“That’s dangerous. But I want you to ride my face bad enough to risk it.”

He groans, cock twitching deep inside of me, and he shifts to punish my prostate. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Fill me. I want it.” I barely manage on the verge of losing it myself. “Just like that—don’t stop. Fuck.

He fucks me until I lose it and then fucks me harder until he lets go.

We both collapse on the sofa, curling up in one another.

“I love being inside you,” he murmurs against my temple.

“I love make you come undone. You lose every last ounce of composure until you can’t hold back any longer. You’re so calm on the ice, and I love to get you worked up until you’re mad. You don’t fight anyone but me.”

“You really bring it out in me.”

“Good. I won’t stop.”

“Are you two done defiling the living room?” Wolfe calls.

“No,” I shout back to give them a hard time.

“We have a curfew!” Archangel yells.

“Give us five minutes, and you can come in.” Seaborn shifts, and I grab him, not wanting him to move yet. “They’re not going to forgive me for ruining the couch.”

“Serves them right.”

The Gods play first, and I should be sitting with my team, but for the first period, I tell Happy I’m going to smoke and to cover me so I can go sit in the stands.

The Gods are playing well. Which is good.

It would make my life easier if they lose, but I know how much Seaborn is looking forward to us playing each other.

I just hope it doesn’t cause another fight.

The game heats up, and it’s tied 1-1 going into the second period. I should be with the team, but I’m glued to my seat. Seaborn is on fire. He’s shutting their center down left and right. Now, if only his offense could back him up.

The guy is pissed, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s fun to watch him dominate someone else on the ice. The player gets more and more frustrated, and then he starts to play dirty.

Our team is known for playing dirty, but this pisses me off.

I pick up my phone, making myself go to the locker room as I text him. He won’t see it until he’s done playing, but it’s better than what I want to do, which is wait outside until his team leaves and sucker punch him.

Ktytor: I know you won’t see these until after the game, but I’m going to kill that guy.

Ktytor: He trips you and then comes at you swinging like you’re the problem.

Ktytor: He’s a dead motherfucker.

Ktytor: No one gets to hit you but me.

Ktytor: I’ve googled him. I’m going to find out where he lives.

Seaborn: You’re letting the psycho show.

Ktytor: You like it.

Seaborn: A lot.

Seaborn: What are you going to do when I’m playing professionally and guys are picking fights all the time?

Ktytor: Wait until my team plays them and murder them.

Seaborn: I don’t think your coach will like that.

Ktytor: I don’t care.

Seaborn: You’re incorrigible.

Ktytor: I’m not looking that up. I have to play.

Seaborn: Good luck. Don’t disappoint me and lose.

Ktytor: I can’t believe you even think that’s a possibility, Коханий.