Page 100 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

We flew to Stockholm and spent two days exploring the city, from the arena where I’d played junior hockey to Gamla Stan, Stockholm’s old town. We found interesting shops in the colorful buildings, and when we got hungry, we ate traditional Swedish food.

Pip knew exactly what he wanted. “Gotta have meatballs, Meatballs. Need some pics to send Jack and Drew.”

After lunch, we visited the ABBA Museum, where I got even. By the time we left, I had plenty of blackmail photos of Pip dressed in costume, singing along to ABBA’s greatest hits, and dancing—if you could call it that.

From Stockholm, we went to Kalmar, where I was born and spent my childhood. Kalmar is a beautiful city on the Baltic Sea, but we only stayed one day. I had no family there anymore, and we decided we’d rather spend time together in Skåne, a county at the southern tip of Sweden.

Skåne is a rural area, very green and woodsy. We stayed at a place I’d found a few years earlier that had individual cabins scattered through a birch forest. The wooden buildings featured entire walls made of glass, which provided breathtaking views of the woods and a nearby river. There was enough space between our cabin and the others that we had ample privacy.

After a visit to the spa, we lay down for a nap. The bed was enormous, but we were drawn to each other like magnets, and we were soon snuggling.

“Look out the window,” Pip said. “Squirrels are playing in that big tree.”

I snorted. “Which big tree? There are about ten thousand of them out there.”

“Thebigone,” he insisted, “with the green leaves.”

If I hadn’t been so comfortable lying in the crook of his shoulder, I’d have raised up to glare at him. “I don’t know what makes you so dumb, but it really works.”

Instead of handing me a funny comeback, he broke into a full-throated laugh that somehow ended with his lips on mine. When we broke for air, he whispered, “I love you, babe, in case I haven’t said so today.”

“You did.” We’d taken off our clothes before lying down, and I rubbed my fingertips along the side of his thigh. “But I never get tired of hearing it. Don’t tell anybody that, because you’d ruin my tough-guy reputation.”

“Deal, as long as you don’t report me for saying it. They might revoke my D-man card.”

“Maybe. It’s a wonder the other guys have held on to theirs.”

I trailed my fingers across his hip and toyed with the hair on his belly. He kissed me again, and our sneaked breaths and the dance of our tongues soon had me at full mast.

“What’s that poking my leg?” he asked, taking a break from licking my throat.

“My fat cock.”

“That’s what I thought. I’m hard too. Feel it?” He wiggled his hips, and his dick brushed against my leg, leaving a sticky trail of precum behind.

“I love you too, Pip.” I kissed his nose, then gave his lips a peck. “I’ll never stop.”

“That’ll get you revoked for sure.”

I moved my hand around until it bumped against his cock. “I don’t give a fuck.”

Pip gasped when I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed. “Want to mess around, big guy?”

I squeezed again. “Let’s go for it.”

We turned toward each other, and he covered my lips with his. The play of his tongue and lingering taste of the peppermint tea we’d had at the spa merged into an irresistible force, drawing me to him as surely as the powerful arm he had wrapped around me. Fiery desire surged up my spine, an insatiable longing that fanned the spark in my blood into an inferno.

He ravaged my mouth, grunting and moving his hips, grinding his swollen cock into my leg. I shifted until my dick found his, groaning into his mouth as passion built between us.

I grazed a hand across his abs until I found his navel and dipped a finger inside. Squirming, he moaned as I moved the finger around and pressed gently. He loved navel play, and one day I’d see if I could make him come like that.

He groaned and broke our kiss, rolling me onto my back so he could climb on top. After licking a path from my throat to my chest, he closed his mouth over one of my nipples; I moaned ashe bit into the nub and a sharp jolt shot straight to my balls. I arched my back as he moved on to the other nipple, his fingers finding the one he’d just left. While he bit into the new one, he twisted the other, and I groaned as strong, warm sensations pulsed through my chest, down my stomach, and into my nuts.

When he let go of my nipples, he whispered, “Can I fuck you?”

“Mm.” I wrapped my arms around him and shifted my hips, rubbing our cocks together. “I need you inside me.”

He raised up and slapped my ass, hard enough to elicit a yelp but not enough to cause pain. “Turn over,” he said. “I want to make sure you’re good and ready.”

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