Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Andrew, if you’re going to play it like that, then I’m going to be the one to make you break.”
“Meaning?”
I narrowed my gaze. “I’ll have you dragging me off within an hour. Guaranteed. You’re going to need to come, and I’m going to make it happen.”
He reached down to his shorts, gripping his bulge.
When he pulled the fabric taut, I could see the outline of his cock, completely hard already.
“Try your best, Gray. Whoever breaks first loses.”
“I think it’s sort of win-win, if ‘breaking’ means getting your boyfriend to make you come.”
A serene smile landed on his face.
He squeezed his erection one more time before letting it go.
“I’m so fucking happy that you’re my boyfriend,” he said. “Do you know that?”
My heart did a little backflip in my chest.
I am, too.
Happier than I’ve been in years, maybe, and I don’t even know how to process that.
I quickly put my cock away, got out of the car, and circled around to the other side.
I pushed him back against the car, catching him in a deep kiss.
“I didn’t want to be anyone’s boyfriend,” I said as I pulled away, dropping to drag my lips along his jaw. “But I’m so glad you made me yours.”
“Too adorable for you to ignore.”
“And so humble, too, aren’t you? Football prince.”
He was smiling as he leaned in to kiss me again. “Let’s get the fuck inside.”
I thought I’d get Andrew to crack within an hour.
Turns out it only took 30 minutes.
The Hard Spot was fucking packed tonight, with the Tempests team but also plenty of guys from the hockey team, and groups of fans who kept pouring in.
And the thing about the bar being packed meant that I had the perfect excuse to shove my body up against Andrew’s, anytime I pleased.
Anytime someone needed to get by, I purposely pushed my body against Peachel’s, making sure to grind my cock along his ass or his thigh.
The third time I did it, he turned around, returning the gesture and shoving his hard cock along my hip.
“Fucker,” he muttered.
I could hear the desire in his tone.
Wasn’t going to make me stop, either.
“Sanocki’s here?” Luke hollered nearby, looking over toward the front doors of the Hard Spot. “Seems like we’re just letting any ol’ hockey player in tonight, aren’t we?”
Luke was grinning wildly as he went up to hug Sanocki.
“No shot,” the hockey player said, waltzing in with a smile on his face.
Andrew pulled in a breath, stretching a little and clearly trying to regain a sense of composure.
“That’s Jesse Sanocki, one of the best hockey players I’ve ever known,” Andrew told me. “And that is the love of his life, Mason.”
Mason came running over in a cowboy hat, wrapping his arms around Sanocki.
Max came over and gave them both hugs a moment later, and Kane, the Hard Spot owner, even came around to hug them.
“Everyone is out tonight,” I said.
I could see the look of pride in Andrew’s eyes. “People give a damn about TNU football,” he said. “You know what? We should bring in a stack of papers. Show all of the guys what you wrote.”
“We don’t need to do all that.”
He shook his head. “I’m proud of the article, Gray.”
I pinched his hip. “Proud of yourself, huh? Actually got me to make you look good?”
“No. Proud of you.”
I looked down at the ground for a moment, listening to the ambient music in the bar.
No one had ever said they were proud of me, growing up.
No one I’d hooked up with had ever said it, either.
I could feel heat rising on the back of my neck, and it was 100% Peachel’s fault.
“You know, you’re awfully nice for how much of a prick you are,” I said, looking back up to meet his eyes and finding him smiling.
“And you’re real adorable for how badass you are.”
“Kiss me before I die.”
He leaned in and obliged me instantly.
But the moment his lips were on mine I knew it was only going to cause as many problems as it had solved.
I couldn’t kiss him without getting hard again.
I grabbed his hand, giving him a tug toward the front doors.
“Come on. Let’s go grab those newspapers.”
I got him outside and when I felt the cool air on my skin, I knew it was the right idea. As we walked over to my car in the parking lot I made it my fucking job to touch Andrew in every place I knew he loved.
I pulled up the back of his shirt, trailing my fingertips along his skin on his lower back.
I shoved a hand into his back pocket, giving his ass a squeeze.
By the time we reached the car I had pushed my palm up and under his shirt. He spun around and I went for his nipple, giving it a pinch.
“I’m supposed to be the one torturing you tonight,” he murmured. “Not the other way around.”