Page 103 of On Thin Ice

“Everyone’s always late. If I roll in on time, everyone will wonder what happened.”

Jacob looked understandably confused.

“Which means,” Finn continued, “that it’s your absolute duty to detain me for an extra ten minutes in your car.”

“Detain?

“Kiss?”

Jacob smirked. “Why didn’t you just say so? It’s easy. You just say,Jacob, I’d really like to make out in the car for ten minutes.”

“Jacob, I’d really like to make out in the car for ten minutes,” Finn repeated back, making sure to keep his tone as innocent as possible. Not as dirty as he was thinking, anyway.

He was thinking about it, already, as he scarfed his sandwich down.

Jacob’s hot breath against his, the windows fogging over as Finn’s tongue slipped into his mouth. The way Jacob’s hands would feel everywhere as they dipped under hems and peeled fabric back, desperate for a taste of bare skin.

“You look a little glazed over there,” Jacob teased as he finished his smoothie.

Hewasa little glazed, his brain already in Jacob’s pants, stroking the cock that he was sure was already hard and leaking for him.

Because if they ended up kissing in Jacob’s car for even a few minutes, Finn knew they weren’t going to be able to keep it at just that. He was too keyed up; they werebothtoo keyed up.

He had to know it too. Finn could see the dark heat in his eyes as Jacob gazed at him.

“And you aren’t?” Finn retorted fondly. He finished his sandwich and took a long drink of smoothie.

Jacob looked down at his watch. “We have approximately—or specifically—twenty-eight minutes.”

Finn leaned over the table, his forehead only inches away from Jacob’s. “Is thatyourestimate ormine?”

“Yours. If you want to be ten minutes late to study group, that’s on you.” When Jacob was being the prim, responsible one, it was hot. When he was deliberately flouting the rules, that was even hotter.

“Come on,” Finn said, gathering his trash as he slid out of the booth. “I can work with twenty-eight minutes.”

“What if you couldn’t?” Jacob wondered as he followed him.

“I’d—we’d—figure something out,” Finn said with determination.

Jacob’s hand landed on his shoulder and then slid down, resting on the small of his back. It wasn’t a kiss, but it felt good-as, at least in this moment. Finn glanced back at him and thought maybe he might understand better what Ramsey had said about the way Jacob looked at him as he’d walked away.

Because he could see it now.

Which was probably why he ended up nearly running into Mal and Elliott.

They weren’t holding hands, either, but Mal’s hand was occupying a very similar position on Elliott’s back and the way Elliott gazed up at his boyfriend made itveryclear they were together.

Didhelook like that, too? When he looked up at Jacob, did he have that same lovestruck, cock-drunk expression? Like there was nobody better on earth, nobody else he wanted to talk to, nobody else he’d ever wanted to justbewith as much as Jacob?

Maybe.

“Oh shit,” Elliott said as they nearly collided, Finn barely managing to avoid it only by swerving to the side. “Sorry about that.”

“Yeah,” Malcolm added. He steadied Elliott first, touching him like he was precious. Then he reached out a hand towards Jacob. “You must be Jacob Braun. I’ve seen you around practices, during the last few weeks. Malcolm McCoy.” He glanced down at Elliott. “And believe it or not, this guy is Elliott Jones, who can skate like a demon on the ice, but on land . . .”

“You love it. You loveme,” Elliott said with a grin.

There was something about the undeniable pride in his voice and his eyes as Jacob shook Malcolm’s hand that pinged Finn.Reminded him completely, utterly, of how he’d just been talking to Jacob.

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