Page 124 of Body Check

And then one finger became two, slick and perfect.

Gavin’s rhythm faltered.

“Do you like this?” Dakota asked, twisting his wrist.

“Yeah,” Gavin whispered.

He hadn’t always, usually too tense to enjoy it, but right now it suddenly reminded him of the first yoga session he’d had with Dakota, the tight ache of clenched muscles suddenly releasing, pleasure unspooling through him.

So he took a deep breath, forced himself to relax and soften.

“Yeah, like that,” Dakota murmured, leaning in to kiss him, gently fucking him open. “Keep stroking yourself.”

Gavin did, gripping himself tighter, then had a dizzying thought, wondering what it would feel like if it was Dakota’s cock inside him instead of his fingers. He opened his mouth to suggest it, to beg for it even, but all that came out was a low cry at the drag of Dakota’s fingers across his prostate.

And then he did it again. And again.

Dakota twisted his wrist, going deeper, toying with that sensitive spot until Gavin rocked forward and back, lost in the bliss of pleasure coming from so many places at once. Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, Dakota rubbed his thumb against Gavin’s taint, stimulating him from both sides, and pleasure, which had been gathering inside him, hit hard, slamming into him so quick, all he could do was hang on.

A few half-hearted strokes of his cock and he was coming everywhere, clenching around Dakota’s fingers, shaking through the orgasm.

After, when he was limp and wrung out, body sheened with sweat, he realized he was still trembling, overstimulated. “Unhhh,” he managed.

Dakota laughed softly, easing his fingers away. He was careful, but it still sent a jolt of almost painful pleasure through Gavin’s body.

Dakota pulled away for a moment, then settled beside him on the bed. Gavin rolled over until he had Dakota pinned under him, nuzzling into the warm space where his shoulder met his neck.

Gavin dragged in a deep breath, smiling at the mingled scents of sex, Dakota’s shampoo, and Gavin’s own body wash he’d loaned Dakota last night. He liked the latter two especially. He liked the idea of their lives mingling the same way.

He liked Dakota here in his bed, stroking gentle fingers along his shoulders and down his spine. He shivered at the light touch and the sweat cooling on his skin.

Dakota pulled the covers over them both.

“I should get up,” Gavin murmured, although he gripped Dakota a little tighter. “We’re a mess. We need to shower.”

“Just stay here a little longer,” Dakota whispered. “Stay in bed with me for a while.”

So Gavin sighed, nuzzling in more, and stayed.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Later that morning Gavin leaned on the balcony railing as he sipped decaf—ugh, gross—coffee, watching the guys run drills on the ice below. They were all hustling, Gavin couldn’t deny that, but there was a sloppiness he didn’t love. He pulled out his phone to make a note to talk to Hoyt Kent about that when Kent blew the whistle.

“Start over,” he barked, his voice loud enough to carry up to Gavin’s ears. “You’re looking sloppy. Tighten it up.”

Gavin smiled. Andthiswas why he had full confidence in Kent. There had been a few mutterings from the ownership group about switching up the coaching staff, but Gavin wasn’t on board.

Sure, letting go of a coach and hiring a new one might fire the guys up temporarily, but it would only last for so long. It was an easy fix. The slap of a bandage over a roster that needed surgery.

No, the team wasn’t doing as well as they needed to be but that was because Gavin still had missing pieces on his roster. He ranthrough other trade possibilities as he stared blankly at the guys below without really seeing them, the sound of sticks on pucks and the woosh of their skates carving the ice a familiar and soothing soundtrack in the background.

The feel of his business phone vibrating in his hand startled him out of his trance.

He glanced at the unknown number, then accepted the call and lifted the phone to his ear. “Gavin Racine speaking.”

“Mr. Racine? This is Rafael Moon.”

Gavin’s grip tightened on the phone.Finally. He’d been waiting for this call all day. For weeks, really.

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