Page 84 of Shift Change

“We are off topic.” Abby’s booming voice cut through the chatter. “Point is to say we are very happy for you, Dog and Holky. Couldn’t happen to nicer guys.”

After another round of cheers, they decided it was time to leave.

“We’re going to Chicago in a few days,” Gabe said, “and I’ll buy you steaks while we’re there to make up for this home invasion. Congrats again, guys.”

They said their goodbyes, and when we were alone, Nate snickered. “I think that went well, all things considered.”

“I agree.” We looked at each other and shook our heads. “They’re great friends,” I added, “but we have to retaliate.”

Nate gave an evil chuckle. “Don’t worry. We’ll strike when they least expect it.”

After cleaning the kitchen, we dried our hands and stood by the French doors drinking water. “There’s a game tomorrow,” I said, “but the rest of today is free. What do you want to do?”

Nate’s eyes glimmered. “Truth?”

“Nothing else.”

He leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips. “What would you say to spending the afternoon in bed? Then I’ll take you to Scionti’s tonight.”

My heart leapt, but I did my best to look unfazed. “Hm. Have anything special you want to do while we’re in bed?”

Grinning, he leaned close to my ear. “Not saying that I wouldn’t be willing to turn things around if you wanted, but I didn’t get anywhere near enough of you before. How would you feel about pinning me down and fucking me till I can’t remember my name?”

My heart took off at a gallop. “You liked it, then?”

He couldn’t hide a smile. “I believe so, but I need another good pounding to be sure. Think you’re up to it?”

“Check this out, bud.” I took his hand and put it over my cock, which had roared to full mast as soon as he suggested spending the afternoon in bed.

His eyes darkened. “Come on. I need you.”

He let go of my dick, grabbed my hand, and practically pulled me down the hall.

27

holky

Los Angeles, Early March

“Suck it,babe. I need to come.”

We were wedged in a hotel shower stall way too small for a couple of hockey players, but that never stopped us before. We’d figured out that taking care of morning wood in the shower bought us a few extra minutes of sleep. As a bonus, it was a hell of a lot more fun than hitting snooze.

This morning, I’d gotten on my knees and blown Chuck until he’d groaned, tensed, and come with his fingers digging into my scalp. Now, my back was flat against the tile wall, and he was onhisknees, returning the favor—slowly, expertly edging me while I tried not to melt into a puddle.

My entire shaft was buried in his mouth, but instead of sucking, he was holding me in that perfect, wet heat while his tongue flicked maddeningly along the underside of my cock. I could’ve grabbed his head and fucked his throat, which could be a lot of fun. Today, I clung to his shoulders and begged. I was in the mood for something else.

The shower spray was focused on my chest, and the water ran in rivulets down my torso and onto his hair, plastering it to his face. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, two hundred pounds of muscle, crouched on the floor waiting for his favorite protein shake.

When he shifted slightly, the flex of his back and shoulders sent a fresh surge of heat through me. He must have felt me staring, because he lifted his head and met my eyes. His were dark and intense, framed by strands of wet, brown hair. Between how his lashes were clumped with water and the steam curling between us, it was like we were in a damn porn video.

Then he started sucking—slow, deep, sinful pulls that had my heart hammering against my ribs. His jaw worked like he was savoring every second, enjoying the best thing he’d ever tasted.

I made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a whimper and braced myself. My orgasm was winding up, heavy and inevitable, and it would no doubt be massive. I wanted to tell him how fucking gorgeous he was and how much I loved him, but I couldn’t get anything out, not when he was watching me like that. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and I…

“Fuck!” The first shot hit hard enough to make my legs buckle. I started sliding down the slick wall as every muscle seemed to contract at once. My vision blurred.

Chuck held on, hands firm on my hips, steadying me as I lost it. I kept my eyes open, not wanting to miss the breathtaking sight of Chuck on his knees gulping my cum, keeping his eyes on mine like he was daring me to forget this moment.

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