After that, he’s speechless, reduced to short, shallow breaths as I work him over. A few more thrusts and those breaths turn to low, strained grunts.
It’s way hotter than I ever imagined watching his wide chest rise with halting breaths, watching his fists clutch the sheets, listening to those deep pleasure-drenched sounds tumbling from his lips.
My body reacts immediately, tightening and growing needy for his touch. He’s so insanely attractive. We kiss, and he touches my breasts, but he’s obviously distracted, which is kind of adorable.
“Gonna come now.” With one last sexy sound, he does, emptying himself in bursts as his chest heaves.
Holy hell, that was hot. I set the toy aside, waiting for him to regain his composure.
After a few shaky breaths, a satisfied smile breaks out on his face. “Jesus Christ. What do I owe you for that thing?”
A laugh falls from my lips as I run my fingers along the curve of his jaw. “You liked it?”
“Uh, yeah. In case you couldn’t tell.” His cheeks are slightly flushed, and he’s still breathing hard.
“Well, I think I know of one way you can pay me back.”
“Yeah?” His eyes turn a stormy dark blue as he wets his lower lip, tugging me to the edge of the bed and then sinking to his knees. “I think I can do that.”
14
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A First Time for Everything
Landon
“Cheers,” Teddy says, raising his glass of whiskey.
“You guys didn’t need to do this. I already had a bachelor party,” Owen says in protest, but he’s grinning.
The truth is, summer will be over before we know it, and the rigors of training camp are mere weeks away. Which means this weekend is basically just an excuse to get drunk, eat badly, sleep in, and have bro-time. But, of course, it’s all been done under the guise of a bachelor-party-bonding weekend with the groomsmen from Owen’s wedding—Teddy, Asher, Justin, and me. His cousin Matt is in the wedding party too, I guess, but he lives in California and will only be coming into town for the wedding, which will take place in two weeks in Becca’s hometown.
“Cheers,” I say, and we all raise our glasses of expensive whiskey. It goes down smooth, and I can already tell my everything-in-moderation rule is going to be blown to shit tonight.
Not that I really mind.
We’re staying here tonight in an old converted barn an hour north of the city. It’s been turned into a luxury vacation rental, complete with vaulted ceilings and rustic hardwood floors, a clawfoot tub in the bathroom that I’m sure no one in this group will appreciate, and six bedrooms. Even if I get hammered, which is likely, based on the speed at which Teddy keeps refilling our glasses, all I have to do is make it up one flight of stairs and into the room with a queen-size bed that’s mine for the next forty-eight hours.
“How are things going with you and Aubree?” Owen asks, his brows drawing together. “Still haven’t smashed yet, I take it?”
I really wish I hadn’t told him that. “We’ve been taking things slow, but yeah, things are good.”
Good is an understatement, of course, but I can’t tell him that, because this thing between Aubree and me is still fragile and a work in progress. Memories of our last night together—of the special gift she got me—send a flash of heat bolting down my spine. But our relationship is growing, and it’s more than just the few sexy moments we’ve shared. I like being with her, a lot, and I find myself wanting to know every single thing about her.
Hoping to move the conversation along, I wander into the massive great room and plop down onto the L-shaped leather couch. Only I’m short on luck tonight, because the guys follow, Teddy grabbing the whiskey bottle from the kitchen counter before joining us. It’s a testament to how massive this couch is that it can fit five hockey players comfortably.
“So, you guys haven’t fucked yet, just to be clear?” Owen asks, abandoning all subtlety, and I glare at him.
“Have you been hit in the head with a puck too many times?”
“I remember my first time.” Asher lets out a long sigh. “It was with a girl named Sarina in tenth grade. I thought I loved her.”
“Tenth grade?” Teddy whistles low under his breath. “Mine wasn’t until sophomore year of college.”
Asher nods. “Yup. I thought I was a pretty big fucking deal. She was two years older than me. Although what happened after that kinda sucked.”
Owen chuckles. “What … she spread rumors that you had a three-inch cock?”
“No, asshole.” Asher heaves out a frustrated sound and grabs the bottle to refill his glass. “She broke my heart. Left me for some guy she met at Yale the following year. Although, if she could have spread any rumor, it would have been about my stamina. Because, yeah, it was over fast. Sixteen-year-old me had zero chill.”
“Hey, Covey, you’d better start taking notes here,” Teddy says. “Expect to last for about three pumps.”
Justin shakes his head, leaning in to get into the conversation for the first time. “Not necessarily true. I was so nervous, I couldn’t get there. It took almost an hour for me to finish.”
“Thanks, guys.” I hold up one hand. I’m not nearly drunk enough to be having this conversation with my teammates. “As much as I appreciate your advice, I think I’m good.”
Owen has a faraway look in his eyes, like he’s remembering something. Then he starts to chuckle. “Yeah, I forgot about that. I almost went soft when I put on the condom, because that fucker was so tight. So, yeah, you never know what might happen, Covington.”
A frustrated groan pours out of me. “Dudes, with all due respect, shut the fuck up. Can we please talk about literally anything else?”
Unfortunately for me, they keep right on oversharing.
I learn things I never, ever wanted to know about these dudes losing their V-cards. I mean, Asher cried after his first time, apparently. And Teddy proposed marriage. God, these cringe-worthy stories need to stop. Immediately.
“Hey, I’m just going to make a phone call,” I say, rising to my feet. I don’t wait for them to respond as I start down the hall. I didn’t call Aubree when we arrived, and that seems like a very husbandly thing to do.
I slip into the hall bath and close the door, closing out the sound of their voices as I dial her number. She answers after the first ring.
“Hey. I missed you and wanted to hear your voice,” I say in greeting.
“Well, aren’t you sweet?” I can tell she’s smiling. “Are you having an amazing time?”
“I think I’m supposed to say yes, aren’t I?”
She chuckles, and the sound of her laughter makes my own mouth quirk up.
“How was work? What are you doing?” I ask.
Aubree lets out a strained sigh. “Work is . . . a little complicated right now. But I’m good. Just hanging out at home tonight.”
“I wish I was there with you. A quiet night in sounds perfect.”
“So, what’s wrong? You’re not having fun?” she asks.
“They’re drunk. And oversharing.”