Page 92 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“I don’t mean the accident, but the spat we had about whether you loved me. It caused a reboot, and we should take advantage of that. I know it’s unrealistic, but I don’t want us to ever argue again, not about anything serious.”

“It probably is unrealistic,” he agreed, “but we can’t let it threaten what we have. You’re what’s important to me, and a few arguments will never change that.”

I remembered something Drew and I had talked about once. “You know there’s a group called the Gay Barracudas?”

“Sure, all my gay and bi teammates. It’s what they call themselves.”

“And their husbands and boyfriends,” I added.

“You’re one of those now.”

“A very proud one. We should be part of that group, Pip. Drew told me they get together and have fun, but they also talk about serious things. Since we’d be the baby couple there, we could learn a lot from them. Not to mention strengthening some important friendships.”

“I’m in. Once, they took a bunch of us to Inclusivity Night at the baseball game. It was a blast, and I’m sure if we let them know we’re interested, they’ll welcome us.”

“You’ll talk to Nick?” I asked. “Find out when the next meeting is?”

“I’ll text him tonight.” Pip laughed. “Look at us, joining a fraternity at our age.”

I reached for his hand, and a thrill shot up my spine when I realized the enormity of what we’d discussed. “We can build an amazing life, Pip.”

“We already are.” He stood, then knelt in front of me for a kiss. It was hot-sweet, his tongue setting mine on fire while he cupped my cheeks. When he drew away, neither of us had to say, “I love you.” As his shiny eyes locked with mine, he tookmy hand again and said, “Building a life with you is the most important thing to me. It won’t just be amazing. It’ll be the goddamn Stanley Cup of existence.” He swallowed, then went on in a husky voice. “I want to touch your hair every day, hear you scream my name a million times while we fuck, and look into your blue eyes forever.” He traced circles on my hand with his thumb. “I wantyou, Sven, because you complete me.”

My heart swelled, and my eyes teared up. The earnest expression on his face made it impossible to hold my emotions in. “Damn you,” I said. “You’re making me cry.”

He leaned close and kissed me. “Go ahead, baby. I know you’re a tough guy, but to me, you’remyguy.”

“It’s not that. My stomach’s still sore from the surgery, and it hurts when I cry.”

“Would it help if I kiss the hurt away?”

My heart fluttered as heat spiked in my balls. “I’ll be better soon, and I can’t wait until we can fuck again. There’s so much I want to say, and I don’t know any other way to do it.”

“No law says we can only fuck.” He put on his bad-boy smirk, and when my smile turned into a grin, he said, “If you promise to be a good boy the rest of the day, I’ll suck your dick.”

I put my head back and groaned. “Fuck, it’s been so long. I’ll suck yours too.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You can’t move around very well yet. Might have to teabag you.”

Chuckling, I tapped his chin with two fingers. “Okay. I’ll suck your balls first, then your dick.”

“That’s the spirit, babe.” After walking me back into the sunroom, he smiled. “I want to take care of you, but if all you’re up for is a nap, we can do that too.”

My lengthening cock showed how much I needed him. After glancing down pointedly, I looked into his eyes. “I want you, Pip.”

“Want you too.” He took my hand and placed it over his sweatpants, and we both moaned when I squeezed his hard dick.

It took a while for him to get me situated on the bed and slide my shorts over my cast. Then, after making quick work of stripping off his clothes, he got onto the bed beside me. Leaning over, he gave me a kiss, so tender I moaned, yet so hungry it made my pulse thunder in my ears.

When we broke for air, he reached for my cock, which was fully hard by then. I groaned when he rubbed his thumb over the head and wiped the precum from the slit. After sucking it off his fingers, he collected his own and fed it to me. We kissed yet again, and the heat of his mouth, the play of his tongue, and the mingled taste of our excitement made me wish he was lying on top of me.

He couldn’t because of my leg as well as the soreness that seemed to be everywhere, but when he drew away from my mouth, he eased down the mattress and traced my cock with his fingers. It spasmed so hard that, for a panicked instant, I thought I was about to come. We hadn’t been together for months, and no amount of jerking off had put a dent in my need.

Perhaps reading my mind, he looked at me and grinned. “Your dick’s as handsome as ever. I’ve needed to do this since the day you left for training camp. Are you sure it’ll be okay?”

“Fuck, Pip. Close your mouth around my cock and show me how much you want it.”

I cried out when he took me in all at once and started sucking. He slid his lips up and down in gentle, insistent movements, and I bucked into his mouth when he trailed a finger across my sac. Sucking harder, he squeezed and tugged one nut and then the other. Joy and a sharp need for relief shot through my body, spiraling into a cyclone of desire.

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