Page 58 of Skating to Him

Rowan gave me a coy grin and patted my hand. “Don’t worry, Ace. I’ll keep him in line from the bench.”

Warmth buzzed through my chest. I couldn’t wait to win this game and get back to our hotel room. After a week of only having a few hours of him at a time, I was spending the whole weekend with him.

“All righty then.” Ace twisted and sat next to the window.

Burns walked down the aisle. “Hey, Ace. This seat taken?” He up-nodded Ace.

“Shit, no, go ahead.” Ace chuckled.

Flashing a look at me, Burns said, “Hey, Hodge. We got this, right?” He held out his fist.

I bumped his fist. “Damn right, we do.”

Burns dropped into the aisle seat by Ace.

As the plane’s engines rumbled to life, Myles stuck his AirPods into his ears and settled in with a movie.

Rowan leaned into me. “What was that all about with Ace?” His gaze fell to my lips, and he wet his own.

Hell, he was already thinking about the hotel room later. In a low voice, I said, “I, uh, had a moment yesterday in practice. I was fucking up, and Ace started chirping on me about it.” I took a deep breath. “Problem was, he said something about my mom, and it hit me wrong.” I glanced around us. Myles already knew we were together, and no one else was paying us any attention. I grabbed his hand on the armrest. “I got a little emotional and told Ace about my mom having MS.”

He leaned closer to me, pressing the side of his head to mine. “I’m sorry, Tyler. I wish I could have been there.” Turning his hand over, he threaded his fingers in mine. “Do you need to talk about it?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m okay now. I was just caught off guard. I don’t even understand why I was so upset.”

Whispering in my ear, he said, “You ever need to talk, youknow I’m here.” He tightened the hold on my hand. “I can’t wait to get you alone tonight in our hotel room.” The edge of his mouth lifted, and his gaze met mine, his pupils wide.

My dick woke and jerked in my slacks. “Yeah, me too.”

Myles looked up from his phone and did a double-take of us. “Maybe I oughta go sit with Ace and Burns, so you two can join the mile-high club?” His brows rose.

“Shut up.” I released Rowan’s hand. “You didn’t hear any of that.” Or did he?

“Didn’t have to with the way you two are eye-fucking each other.” He huffed a laugh. “Better keep that shit in check when we get off the plane.”

“We will.” I peered around us at our teammates, coaches, and support personnel. “The only one paying attention to us is you.” I smirked at him.

“Uh-huh.” He went back to his movie.

After takinga bus to our hotel, a tall, nondescript structure in concrete, we all filed out, grabbed our duffels, and strolled under an arched metal awning into the lobby. We had enough time to eat and chill for a few hours before we headed to the arena. I glanced at Rowan. “How’s the knee after the flight?”

“Good.” He gave me a charming smile, and then it fell. “Actually, it’s a little stiff. You going to ice me up when we get to the hotel room?” He wagged his brows at me.

“Of course.” As my teeth scraped over my lower lip, I watched his tongue peek out of his mouth. Would we have time for a quickie before the game?

The team manager walked to us and gave us the keys to our room. “The pre-game meal will be served in thirty minutes.”

“Thanks.” Just enough time. I tagged Rowan’s arm and strolled to our room on the first floor with Rowan limping alongand rolling a suitcase behind him. After opening the door, I stepped inside.

As Rowan closed the door, I threw my duffel on one bed, grabbed his suitcase from him, and rolled it into the corner. “Get your clothes off.” I scrambled to free myself from my suit jacket and shucked my slacks down my legs, my cock thickening.

“I like the way you think, Hodge.” He undressed, folded his clothing, and hung his suit over the dark wood desk chair. His cock stood tall inside his boxer briefs, attempting to poke out of the band.

My mouth watered. “Fuck. Look at you.” As he turned, I dropped to my knees in front of him and freed his thick cock.

His breath hitched. “Oh, hell yes.” Winding his fingers into my hair, he clutched it.

I fisted the base of his dick and flicked my tongue over the tip, the heady taste of him flooding my tongue. “You taste good.” I cupped his balls with my free hand and swallowed him whole. We didn’t have any time to waste.

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