Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Jacobs runs a hand down my chest. “Your dick and mouth are both tasty.”
I laugh.
“But are you going to talk to Grant?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
I roll onto my side to face him. “Because it’s too soon. I need to graduate, get some coaching experience, blah, blah, blah.”
“I still think you should talk to him about it at the after-party.” Jacobs sits up. “Come on, we need to get up and meet the guys for the game.”
I sit up and run a hand over the back of my head. “Hockey, beer, stadium food, and an after-party with honest-to-God NHL players. This is going to be, like, the best New Year’s ever.”
Jacobs pulls his pants on but then puts his hands on his hips. “I think you’re missing a pretty important thing on that list.”
I cock my head. “Food, hockey, NHL players … Hmm, nope, I can’t think of anything.”
Jacobs takes a pillow and throws it at me.
“Oh, spending it with you? Is that what you mean?” I try to hide my amusement.
He scowls at me.
I stand and make my way over to him. I’m still completely naked, and I don’t miss the way his eyes rake over me.
I cup his cheek and lean in to brush my lips over his. “Just so you know, you’re at the top of that list. I would be happy to be anywhere this New Year’s so long as you were with me.”
I kiss him again, pouring some seriousness into it so he knows I’m not talking out my ass like I usually am.
He groans and runs his hands down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me against him. He’s hard again.
“Ooh, round two before we go?” I ask.
“No time,” he grumbles. “Get dressed.”
We get ready to go and meet the others in the lobby.
Grant’s boyfriend is kind of hilarious in his oversized jacket, beanie, and scarf. I’m a little worried the bulky clothing is trying to swallow him whole.
Even though it’s cold as fuck outside, we walk the five minutes to the stadium.
Entering the arena and taking in the atmosphere is probably the first time it’s truly hit me that Grant plays for the NHL. We’ve watched his games on TV, but there’s something about a real-life game that just has that calling. It’s the same as when I’m on the ice, and it was the exact same feeling I got running drills with the high school kids over summer.
Grant’s rookie year is off to a great start. He’s getting some serious ice time for a newb.
The idea of helping others potentially reach Grant’s level fills me with more excitement than anything ever has before.
I want to hold on to that feeling and make it a reality.
And I want to do it with Jacobs.
34
Jacobs
I’d thought our Frozen Four victory party last year was big, but it has nothing on an NHL win on New Year’s Eve.
I don’t think anything could beat this.
We hang out at the team party for a while so Grant can celebrate with his teammates, and even though he didn’t score, he got an assist in the short time he was on the ice. Beck, Cohen, and I are hanging on the outskirts, stunned to be surrounded by some of the best players in the league.
Even if they do play for Montreal.
It’s hard not to fanboy all over them.
Grant makes his rounds with Zach, and it’s heartwarming to see how Grant’s big, masc, straight teammates treat them with respect, treating Zach like they would any of the other wives and girlfriends. Even still, I’m uncomfortable being affectionate with Beck in front of everyone.
When some teammates start making their exit, Grant takes the opportunity to suggest we head downstairs away from all the noise. Zach agrees immediately, and I get the feeling he’s all peopled out.
I’m ready to leave if it means I get to touch my boyfriend again.
The party is on the top floor of one of the tallest hotels in Montreal, so we take the elevator down to the lobby bar. Being New Year’s, it’s still busy, but this bar is dark, and the music is low. It’s the complete opposite to the mayhem upstairs.
A group gets up to leave as we arrive, so Seth and I grab the table as the others go to get drinks.
There aren’t enough seats for everyone when they reach us. Grant immediately pulls Zach into his lap, and the pair of them look so loved up it’s ridiculous. Seth and Cohen chat happily across the table, and I drag my chair closer to Beck’s and sling my arm across the back of his.
This moment is actually kind of perfect.
“I did this,” Cohen says to Seth, pointing at us. “I started a game of gay chicken that neither of them wants to bow out of.”
“We’re competitive fuckers.” Beck grins.