Page 89 of On Thin Ice

“You sure you’re retired?” Finn’s gaze glowed with truth. He wasn’t just sucking up, trying to get Jacob into bed—after all, Jacob had already established he was a sure thing—hemeantit. Every single damn word.

“Could go out there tomorrow,” Finn continued, gazing up at Jacob. “You know that right?”

“Yes and no,” Jacob admitted.

Finn frowned.

“Today’s a good day. They wouldn’t all be good days, and I never wanted . . .I wanted, Ineededto go out on top. That mattered to me.”

Finn’s frown morphed into understanding. “I get it,” he said. “Still,damn. You move so good I wanna . . .”

Jacob picked up his T-shirt and wiped the sweat off his face. “You wanna go again?”

“Do this instead,” Finn said and one second he was by the puck machine and the next he was pushing Jacob into the bench, his cock burning a hard, hot line into the crease of Jacob’s thigh.

He kissed him then, lush and sweet, tongue sweeping into Jacob’s mouth.

Jacob dug a hand into Finn’s damp curls and held on as Finn tried to wash them both away with the intensity of his passion.

“God,” Finn murmured as he finally drew back, “I want you. I wanted you before—I’d probably have to be dead not to want you—but that was . . .that was the damn sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Sexier than Thatcher Demko’s YouTube highlights?” Jacob shouldn’t have asked it, but Finn’s eyes lit up.

“You’re perfect,” Finn said, “but even better than that, you’remine.”

Jacob groaned as Finn’s mouth found his neck and then coasted lower, skating over his collarbone, leaving a mark there.

Finn probably had no idea how utterly and completely Jacobwashis, and that was okay. There was no rush. They had plenty of time to explore this thing between them. Well, probably notplentyof time, butsometime, anyway.

Enough time.

Moira had also said that he needed to find things that he enjoyed and actuallyenjoythem, and he couldn’t believe that she’d meant sex with Finn, but as he reached over, palming Finn’s cock through his loose shorts, he decided following the spirit of the advice counted.

Finn lifted his head, taking Jacob’s mouth again, and groaned as Jacob pushed down his shorts and then his underwear, closing his fist around Finn’s length. He was damp with sweat and wet with precome at the tip, and Jacob’s hand slid along the length of his cock, stroking him.

“Guaranteeing this moment is gonna be in the spank bank forever?” Finn wondered breathlessly.

“I don’t know. You tell me,” Jacob said. Couldn’t help his own moan as Finn tucked his hand underneath the waistband of his shorts.

“Yeah,” Finn said and kissed him harder.

It was not going to take very long. Jacob hadn’t even realized how aroused he was until Finn had looked at him likethatand then said,damn that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

But he was, blood racing and the smell and the taste of Finn all around him, the feel of him in his hand, twitching with his own arousal. Everything was a feedback loop that pressed him closerand closer to the edge until Finn trembled and tipped over, taking Jacob with him.

Jacob cleaned up as best he could with his T-shirt, passing it to Finn when he was done, who’d slid, bonelessly, to the floor at his feet.

“Well, I’m glad about one thing,” Jacob said.

“Just one thing?” Finn leaned back, resting his head against his knee.

“Okay,manythings, but right now, one thing, really. That I already did my round, and you still have one left.”

“Ugh, really?” Finn complained. “I’m all relaxed and shit now.”

“It’s good to work hard in all your moods. Learn how to push yourself back into that mindset,” Jacob said mildly.

“I was right,” Finn grumbled. “Youarean asshole.”

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