Page 47 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“That fucking smile. You make me weak in the knees when you do that.”

He leaned in and took my lower lip between his teeth. After a gentle nibble, he covered my mouth with his and licked inside. Thready heartbeats sent tingles through my body while we kissed, and then he drew away and worked his lips into a sideways smile. “I noticed how you did that the first time Isaw you. All-Star Game six or seven years ago, and you were talking to Drew Simon. My stomach flipped. I didn’t know what it meant, but I chickened out of walking across the room to say hello.”

“That’s not very logical,” I said, running a finger across his T-shirt, enjoying the contours of his abs underneath.

“Call me illogical, then. You spooked me with your good looks, but I got over it. Look at me now. It only took six or seven years.”

We laughed, and when we quieted, I said, “Things will become clearer about us, and about you, as time passes. I have a favor to ask, though.”

He quirked an eyebrow.

“Be honest, with yourselfandwith me. Even if you think something might hurt me, it will be even more painful if I find out you lied or kept something important from me. Be open about how you feel, and if you realize you want something else, tell me.”

“Do you mean if I sleep with someone else? I’m no cheater, Sven. I played around a lot when I was single, but I’ve never cheated on anyone.”

I took his hand and interlaced our fingers. “If you decide being in a relationship with a man isn’t what you need, I’ll do my best to understand.”

“Sven, I just said?—”

“Before you tie yourself up inside worrying about it, I have bi friends, and we’ve talked a lot through the years. I don’t think bisexuality is as simple as choosing a man here and a woman there, or someone who’s non-binary. I’ve heard bi friends say the emotional connection is what’s important to them in relationships, not the identity of who they’re with. I’m gay, so I’m only interested in men, but it’s very similar. I have theequipment to fuck anybody, but emotional connections are rare, and that’s what I need most.”

He squeezed my hand. “I never looked at it that way, but it totally makes sense. I want to suck your dick, but it’s not simply because you’re hot. It’s because I’m attracted to you as a person. I swear to God, it’s like we connected in that stupid fight, and it’s mushroomed since we met again at Alex’s.”

“Same.” I let his hand go and grazed my fingers along his cheek. “Sounds like dating is what we need.”

He flashed a sly grin. “Know what else we need? To go back to bed. I want you, and I need to show the man I’m dating that I’m no slouch in the sex department.”

I raised my eyebrows and returned his smirk. “Believe me, I already know that.”

“Then it’s time to up the ante.”

Chapter 14

Gags

We wentto Sven’s bedroom, where the air thrummed with excitement while we stripped. When I slipped my thumbs under the waistband of my underwear, our eyes met, and a new kind of electricity flowed between us. Our paradigm had shifted; we were no longer friends having fun, supposedly with no expectations, but men who had admitted we had feelings for each other.

Though we were both still wearing boxers, he reached for my hand. His touch sparked a jolt that raced up my arm and ignited fireworks of desire. His stunning face, with its square jaw and prominent forehead, was the handsomest I’d ever seen. Blond whiskers covered his cheeks, making me long to rub my face against them. Dropping his hand, I reached for him, enjoying his heady scent as he wrapped his arms around me. His warmth, along with the security of his embrace, made me wonder how I’d ever tried to deny my feelings for him. I hugged him as my dick sprang to life.

“Fuck, Pip,” he whispered, “I missed you so much yesterday.”

“I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.” I brushed his lips with mine, then covered his face with small pecks. The drag of my stubble against his beard, breathtakingly sensual, brought me to full mast. I pushed his boxers far enough down to get his dick in my hand, and he kissed me while I squeezed him.

His velvety tongue gave me goose bumps as he slid it across mine, exploring my mouth. He moaned when I started jerking him, and when I drew away from his lips and knelt, he groaned. “Shit,” he said, “do it.”

He grunted as I slid his boxers the rest of the way down his legs. After he stepped out of them, I nuzzled his cock and balls, incredibly aroused by the musky smell of dried sweat laced with the tang of desire. A trail of dampness against my cheek had me pulling my head back. A string of precum hung from his slit, and I caught it with my tongue. He wound his fingers through my hair while I licked his shaft.

“Suck my cock, tough guy.”

His raspy voice went straight to my balls. Fixing my gaze on him, I reached down and worked my fingers through the slit in the front of my boxers, pulling my cock through the opening. I met his eyes while I took him in my mouth and started jacking myself off.

“Fucking shit,” he muttered. “Goddamn, that’s good.”

I tried to pull off his cock so I could lick his balls, but he held my hair so tightly I couldn’t. The sting brought tears to my eyes, but the real power was mine because I could’ve reached up and broken his grip anytime I wanted. We were already playing the game we loved—he was in control, and I did what he said.

“Work it, D-man. Show me how much you want it.”

I tongued his shaft, then focused on sucking him harder, enjoying his moans and whispered Swedish curses while he pushed deeper into my mouth. Just as I considered trying todeepthroat him, he let go of my hair and tapped the side of my head.

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