Page 123 of On Thin Ice

“Same,” Finn agreed breathily. “Come on.”

Jacob didn’t need any more encouragement, fitting the head of his cock to Finn’s hole and pushing in gently as he leaned over his chest, fingers gripping Finn’s thigh tightly.

Every time they did this—and it had only been a handful of times before now—Finn felt overwhelmed. But this time unwound and wound him at the exact same goddamn time.

He panted into Jacob’s mouth as their lips met, Jacob kissing him deeply as he bottomed out.

“Feel good?” Jacob murmured and Finn could only nod.

Wanted to beg for more, to feel like this always—protected by the warm cage of Jacob’s body and set free by it, too—but he didn’t have the words and then Jacob began to move anyway.

It started slow and considerate, but Finn twitched his body and began to meet Jacob’s thrusts and after that, it was a hot sweaty race to the end. Jacob’s gaze searing Finn’s face as Finn groaned and came between them, only from the way Jacob’s cock felt inside him and the way his dick rocked up against Jacob’s abs.

Jacob followed only a second later, groaning into Finn’s mouth, a litany of praise falling from his lips about how good and right and amazing Finn was. How he didn’t know how he’dever lived without him. How Finn made him happier than he’d ever been.

It was just sex, Finn told himself. Maybe, finally, the really good sex they’d discussed weeks ago, on the way home from the Salem game.

But it felt like more than that, too. A turning point.

Jacob got up and grabbed them a washcloth, helping Finn clean up and then tucking him up against his chest as they lazed in bed.

Finn’s gaze caught on something above them. “Did you—” He burst out laughing before he could finish the question. “You did not.”

“I don’t know, it kinda looks like I hung mistletoe above the bed,” Jacob teased. “You like?”

“Yeah, it’s perfect.” Finn paused. Thinking of everything Jacob had murmured into his skin at the end. Everything he felt. “Kind of like you.”

He could feel Jacob smile, lips pressed to the side of his head. “Yeah?”

“Mean it,” Finn said.

Chapter 17

Aheavyknockonthe door woke Jacob from a deep, dreamless, perfect sleep. He was warm and currently wrapped around Finn, face full of curls, and he didn’t want to move.

No. Correction. He wasn’tgoingto move.

The pounding continued. Louder, this time.

“Are you—whatisthat?” Finn mumbled.

“Nothing,” Jacob said. He stroked his arm. “Go back to sleep. You’ve got nowhere to be.”

But it was hard to relax again, because the noise didn’t stop.

“Do you get . . .do you get crazy people out here? Like fans?” Finn wanted to know, partially sitting up.

Jacob snatched back a groan of frustration. “Actually, no. Never.”

Finn looked dubious. “Are you sure? Are you just trying to make me feel better?”

He was. He absolutely was. He wanted Finn to go back to sleep and for him to follow.

But then it occurred to him why Finn suddenly sounded edgy. Morgan probably had anddidhave creepy fans show up to his house. He probably needed security. Alotof security. It made sense that Finn would be apprehensive.

“Listen,” Jacob soothed, “I promise. If people know who I am, which mostly they don’t, they don’t give a shit. Portland’s not really a hockey town.” It was one of the many reasons he’d come here after retiring. It was wonderful how much Pittsburgh cared about its hockey team, but it could also be suffocating.

Finn turned and shot him a look. “But you’reJacob Braun,” he hissed.

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