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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

TUCKER

Since Amedeo and I hadn’t established whether or not he was good with waking up via blowjob, I didn’t give in to the temptation to start licking his dick like a damn lollipop. Though the temptation was intense. He was curled into me, and I could feel his morning wood throbbing against my hip.

Falling asleep in his arms had been exactly what I’d needed. The talk with Boden had gone exactly the way I expected: like absolute shit. He was angry and offended, but Ford and I could both see the truth in his eyes.

He knew he was fucking up. He knew he was putting his anger ahead of everything else, and it was going to take a toll on the team if he didn’t get his shit together. We both promised we’d never accept the C, but we also both knew that not everyone on the team had that kind of loyalty.

Everyone loved and trusted Boden, but there were a couple of guys who would have thrown him under a bus if it gave them the chance to show off a letter on their chest.

Boden didn’t say much after that. He’d stormed off, and Ford and I sat in the kitchen in silence for a good, long while.

“He’ll come around,” Ford said quietly.

Bowing my head, I shrugged. I didn’t know if I could agree with him. “This is a betrayal. This is like…like…” I shrugged helplessly. “Like if I caught one of you making out with my asshole brother.”

Ford wrinkled his nose. “That’s a little over-the-top, babe. No one would ever hurt you like that.”

“Hockey is totally Bodie’s evil twin,” I insisted, and Ford didn’t argue. “But I don’t know what else to do. I mean, we can be patient, but if he doesn’t get his head out of his ass soon, Hugo is going to pass the C to someone else.”

Ford rubbed at his face. “I still think he’ll come around. He just needs time to be angry.”

The problem was, I didn’t know what kind of time Boden really had. The favor his dad called in wasn’t without strings. He’d need to show Hugo that he wasn’t some punk-ass bitch with no self-control. That he belonged in the professional sector.

And he wasn’t doing a great job of that now.

Hugo was obviously a man of integrity, and while he wasn’t disabled or a hockey player, the game clearly meant a lot to him. It made me curious why, but not enough to go out of my way to find out. The only thing that mattered was convincing Boden to get his shit together before everything fell apart.

After that, it was a short walk to bed, where my not-quite husband was waiting for me. He was sleepy and soft and warm, curling around me like he needed me. I didn’t sleep right away, so as he dozed against my chest, I thumbed through my phone and caught the texts between him and his sister. I fell in love with her a little bit after that too.

I knew he needed that. Someone who was always in his corner.

And it couldn’t always be just me.

After a while, I managed to find Amedeo’s socials, and through that, I was able to find his shit-for-brains ex. I’d heard his voice when I’d taken the phone—pinched and nasal, like he was trying to sound cute. His voice didn’t match his face, and I hated to admit he was hot, but he was.

He was the annoying kind of hot that said he was going to age poorly and take it out on everyone. It was probably why he’d spent his entire relationship with Amedeo making him feel like shit about himself. A man like that needed a partner who was too afraid to run.

But that was not Deo. At all. He was strong and amazing.

And for the moment, all mine.

And that thought was the one that followed me to sleep.

Now, he was in my arms, and I was feeling an incredibly warm, powerful sensation. My dick was horny for him, but so was my heart and my brain. God, this was all so strange. I never thought I could feel this way for a person before, especially a stranger.

For a long time, I’d been so sure the accident had ruined what little bit of my heart was left that was capable of loving another person the way I thought I’d loved my ex. And now, I had him.

My Amedeo.

“Mm.” He turned over in my arms, rocking his hips backward against me.

Leaning in, I nipped at his jaw. “Awake?”

He mumbled something I couldn’t understand, and his rocking got a little heavier, his breath coming out in a soft pant. Hooking my limb up over his hips, I pulled him closer, then pressed a hand to his sternum. His shirt was rucked up, and a little tugging exposed his bare skin. I couldn’t see much this early without clearing my eyes and putting my drops in, but I could feel downward, over his scratchy hair, and then my palm brushed against his dick.

It was hard, poking through the slit in his boxers, so I wasted no time grabbing it and squeezing.

“Tucker,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

“Want me to stop?”

He laughed and shook his head against me. “I want to come. Will you make me come?”

Fuck yes. Fumbling backward, my hand searched the nightstand drawer until my fingers touched the familiar shape of the lube. I dropped it on the blankets, then turned my body until I was spooning him.

“Gonna fuck your thighs while I jerk you off, okay?”

He groaned, and his hands shifted under the bed, moving around. It took me a second before I realized he was taking off his boxers. His naked ass rubbed up against my crotch, and it took me less than half a second to peel mine away, kicking them away with the rounded ends of my thighs.

“Yes,” Amedeo groaned when my skin met his. “Feel so good.”

Kissing his neck, I toyed with the head of his cock, feeling the way his precome began to pool in his slit. “You sure you’re awake enough for this?”

He twisted his head back and kissed the edge of my jaw. “Yes, Tucker. I want this. I want you.”

That was enough for me. I bit down gently on his tendon, half-drunk on his gasps as I thumbed the lube bottle open and squirted a generous amount in my palm. Most of it was for my dick, and it throbbed hard as I slicked it up, then rubbed my palm between his thighs before urging them apart.

“Just like that. Fuck, just like that. You’re so good at this, sweetheart. You feel amazing,” I murmured against his ear.

He shuddered as his thighs closed around me, and then he fucked his hips backward, sending spirals of pleasure racing up my spine. My hips were already aching, but that was nothing new, and it was a welcome pain this time.

My slick hand found his cock again, spreading what was left of the lube over him, and then I began to stroke him in time with my thrusts. He squeezed his generous thighs around me, the heat of him threatening to make me come without warning.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek, then sped up my arm as my ass pumped forward. The room was filled with the gentle sound of skin slapping skin, a wet fapping from my hand on him, and his punched-out groans as I dragged him toward the edge of his control.

“Like that? Feels good?” I asked.

“Fuck. Yeah, yes. More. Harder, please.”

“Love the way you beg for it,” I said, speeding up just a little. His hips tried to move a little faster, but I wouldn’t let him. “I don’t think so. You take what I give you, okay? Trust me, I’m going to make it so fucking good.”

He gasped a little, nodding frantically against the side of my face as I sped up just a little more.

“So good for me. So perfect. So gorgeous when you’re open like this. Love the feeling of your cock in my hand.”

“Please,” he gasped. His thighs began to tremble as I sped up my thrusts. “Tucker. I need it.”

Shit. I was going to blow my load. “I’m going to—uh. Baby, can I?—”

“Yes,” he said. He squeezed down harder, trapping my cock in that tight, wet heat of his thighs. “Do it between my thighs.”

What little I could see whited out entirely as my orgasm rushed through me. It was a searing hot pleasure, consuming me entirely. My hand spasmed on his cock, stilling for the moment as I let go. I groaned into his neck, kissing the warm, tender skin there, my hips fucking forward rabbit-fast until I was spent.

His breathing was heavier now, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. He was trembling with need, and I was going to make sure he was entirely fucking spent by the time I was done with him.

“Roll onto your stomach,” I ordered, letting him go.

He did, and the space between us was too vast and too much. I quickly plastered myself against him, using my hands to spread his legs and tuck them slightly beneath him. He was nothing more than a blur, but my memory of what his exposed ass looked like was enough.

I traced the shape with my fingers, then felt for the lube and slicked up two. I could feel him—still and tense as he waited.

Leaning forward, I kissed his heavy balls, which hung between his thighs. “So gorgeous.”

“Tucker. Please. I need you. I need to come.”

“You will. Your patience is amazing, baby. I will never get tired of this. Not ever.” Those were promises I had no business making, but in the moment, I meant it. I couldn’t envision a world where I didn’t want him. “Take a breath,” I ordered.

He did, and on his exhale, I shoved two fingers all the way into his ass.

He fell forward with a garbled grunt, his hole tightening around me, and I wasted no time getting my mouth on his sac. I rolled one ball around with my tongue, then the other as my hand went back between his legs. I forced his knees up as I gripped his cock, then began to stroke him—my arm moving almost angrily.

I wanted his orgasm. I wanted him to know that he would always have this from me. He would always have anything he asked for.

“God, I can feel your body shaking,” I told him, nipping at his ass cheek. I spread my fingers, then crooked them and was rewarded by an almost animal noise ripping from his chest. His thighs were so tense I knew I’d have to massage him later. “You want this so badly, don’t you? Want my hand. My fingers. My mouth.” I kissed his sac again, and he grunted, his cock thickening in my hand.

“Please, please ,” the word was rushing from his lips, a waterfall of ragged whispers. “Let me come.”

“Go ahead,” I told him. “Let go.” I sped my hand up as I finger-fucked him, and it only took a couple more seconds before grunted, then spilled.

His back arched against me, his body shuddering through spasms as he shot his load right on my sheets. If my hearing were any better, I probably would have made out a few tendons twanging under his skin with how tight his body had gone.

And then, with a shuddering gasp, he collapsed beneath me. My body fell on top of his, my fingers gently pulling out of his ass, though I left my hand over his softening dick as I massaged him through the aftershocks.

It took a moment for him to breathe again, and he turned his head to the side, sucking in air. “Am I alive?”

I laughed and kissed the middle of his upper back. “You’re alive. I wouldn’t let you die. Not when I just got you.”

He laughed, the sound hoarse, and he turned his head like he was looking for me. “That was…Christ, I have no words.”

“It was gorgeous. You are amazing, Deo.”

He said nothing for so long that I eventually rolled off him and blinked enough to clear some of my vision. I couldn’t make out details, but I could see the dark slits of his eyelashes. His eyes were closed.

“Did I fuck you back to sleep?”

“Mmno. Just need another minute.”

I kissed him, just a press of my lips over his. “Want me to clean you up? Or do you want a shower?”

“Will you wash my hair?”

“I will do anything you want.”

His eyes opened at that. “Seems like a dangerous promise.”

I brushed a few locks of his wild bed head out of his eyes and touched my nose to his. “Yeah, that sounds about right. But I don’t care. I’m…” I hesitated, then thought fuck it. If I couldn’t say it now when I felt it, then there was no point in saying it later. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

I heard his heavy swallow. “How—how do you know?”

“Right here.” I took his hand from under his body and pressed it to the center of my chest. “There aren’t words for the way it feels. It’s just…there. Every time I see you, you make me happy.”

“You don’t think it’ll wear off when you realize that I’m, you know, a lot.”

“ You’re a lot?” I laughed and pressed his hand harder over my heartbeat. “Baby, have you met me?”

He sat up, and I could see the curve of his smile. “Yeah. I have. And I…yeah. I love you too. I, um…I have a lot to deal with so I can be a good boyfriend for you?—”

“Husband,” I corrected.

He scoffed and shoved me back, and I took him with me, rolling him onto my front, mess and all. Laughing, he caught my chin in his hand, then kissed me with his sour morning breath. “Maybe one day. I’ve gotten a glimpse into that life, and I want it, Tucker. But I need to heal first.”

“I can be patient,” I told him. “As long as you don’t let me go. And as long as you let me help.”

He dropped his head down to my chest and wrapped around me, laughing when I brought my short limbs to squeeze around his hips. “As long as you promise to tell me if it’s ever too much.”

It wouldn’t be, but if me telling him would make him feel better, it was no skin off my back. “You’ll be the first to know.”

He breathed out a soft sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

If I’d known love could be this easy, maybe I would have searched for him years ago. But what the fuck did that matter when I had him now?

“Give me five minutes,” he mumbled, sounding sleepy all over again.

I squeezed him tighter. “As long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Not now. Not ever.

He was mine.