Page 57 of Hot Ice, Tennessee

My breath was a shaky whisper. Jesse’s free hand came down hard on my hip, gripping me there as I came on his tongue and he swallowed around me, taking it all.

The world slowed to a crawl for a moment as I came back to reality. Even the wall behind me didn’t feel cold anymore, heated by my body pressed up against it. I was breathing heavily. My heart was still slamming in my chest, beating like a drum inside me.

I’d wanted to come fast and get it out of my system but now, when I looked down at Jesse, something even worse hit me like a crashing wave.

God, I really like you.

I thought it silently, though in my own head I may as well have been shouting.

And I can’t like you. I can't do anything with you and yet… here I am.

He was up off his knees a moment later. He wiped at his slick mouth with the back of his hand. I wanted to say so many things to him, but every time I tried to speak, a fresh wave of disorienting shock washed over me.

I just face-fucked Kane’s brother.

He still didn’t seem to have any fear of the guys coming in—he took his time, leaned in and gave me a tiny kiss on my forehead before helping me zip my pants back up.

“You did so well,” he whispered softly, giving me a glance that was something between praise and simple acknowledgment, like I was a student who’d just passed a test.

He rearranged the bulge in his shorts. He shoved aside the heavy boxes by the maintenance room door, and in one quick motion, grabbed the handle and yanked it open.

He gave me a little push out into the hallway with a hand at the small of my back.

“Jesse, what the fuck?” I protested, but it was too late. I was out in the hall and in a moment, Jesse was there after me. I glanced over, seeing that the two men, somehow, by a mad streak of luck, had their heads down to look at one of their cell phones.

The two men turned to see us the moment we were out, though.

“Oh. Sanocki. You’re still here?” one of them said.

“Hey, Marv,” Jesse said, giving them a casual wave. “You catch that bloodbath from Nashville?”

I stood behind Jesse as he seamlessly morphed into shooting the shit with the guy who worked at the rink. It was clear he wasa TNU hockey fan, and Jesse expertly distracted him, talking about the game.

They must have known we were in the supply room. I couldn’t imagine they didn’t know we were in there, doingsomething, but despite some confused looks from the second guy, it didn’t seem like they were going to ask about it.

That was the privilege of being with a well-known player, I guess.

My cock was still in the process of deflating and here Jesse was, turning on the hockey-star charm and covering for both of our asses.

Jesse waved at them a moment later and started off down the hall toward the two big glass doors that led out to the parking lot.

I followed behind, and out in the lot, he turned and looked at me with a satisfied grin.

It was magic.

He’d gotten us out of there, unscathed. He was so good.Toogood.

And I was starting to think Jesse Sanocki was capable of anything.

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JESSE

One more. Just one more.

I dipped to grip the barbell, getting into a deadlift position. I hoisted it up, feeling the burn in the backs of my thighs, my arms, and my ass.

“Beast mode,” Andrew said from beside me, clapping. “I didn’t think you could do another, man.”

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