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“No,” I cut him off. “Only you. I have not been with a man in the United States. No locker rooms or anything else.” His relief is palpable, and it makes me happy. “Now let’s go home for round two.”

Chapter 19

Dylon

“You’re almost to your first-year chip. How are you going to celebrate?” my sponsor asks. Her eyes focus on the plate in front of her. It’s a thing she does to give me space to answer without expectation.

The first thought that pops into my head is “get fucked,” but that isn’t the type of answer to blurt out to a middle-aged woman in a crowded diner. “I haven’t thought much about it. Celebrations are completely different now. I always had a few drinks so that won’t be happening.”

She smiles and pushes her plate back. “It’s a hard adjustment, especially when everyone else wants to toast. Do you face pressure to drink when you’re out with the team?”

“No,” I answer honestly. “I get cravings more when I’m alone or having trouble dealing with something. That’s much harder than ordering a soda in a bar.”

“You’ve done so well.” She tries to grab the bill when the server sets it down but I’m faster.

“Thanks to you. And we’ve talked about this.” I motion to the black folder with our receipt. She’s a teacher and isn’t broke, but I can’t let her pay.

“Next time we talk, I expect details on how you’re going to acknowledge your year of sobriety.”

“Slave driver,” I tease and toss cash into the bill folder. We stand and I hug her. “I couldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

“The worst thing you can do is give someone else credit for your hard work. You did the work. Own it.” She pins me with a motherly glare, and we part ways.

It’s only been a couple of hours since I saw Lars at morning skate, but I’m anxious to get home. After last night’s game, we were starving and ate until a food coma set in. Too tired to prep for sex, we frotted and came all over each other, then slept like babies.

Even though his dick hasn’t been in my ass, each time, he tops the best sexual experience of my life. An intense combination of explosive fireworks and undeniable contentment while connecting with my person. It’s mind-blowing he wants me as much as I want him. I wonder if the constant urge will lessen once we havesex-sex.

“Lars?” I call out with surprise since he isn’t in sight. He usually sits at the kitchen counter so he’s the first thing I see when I get home. I toe off my shoes in the hall, set my hat on the island, listening for him.

Soft music plays in his room, so I follow the sound but stop short in the doorway. “Damn, I would’ve canceled my lunch for this.”

Lars’s naked body stretches out on the bed, and his face turns pink. He truly has no idea how beautiful he is. My attraction to him grows stronger every day.

Candles smelling like cardamon and sandalwood flicker on the bedside tables and the dresser. The sheets are a different color than the ones we slept on last night. He’s got my favorite snacks and a rainbow of drinks set out as well. He’s all about the sweets, but I’m a salty guy. Chips and pretzels are my jam.

He holds out a hand, and I launch myself at him. “Can you greet me like this every time I’m gone?” I’m on top, teasing him instead of admitting how touched I am. True to his word, he wants to make this special for me. For us. But all I need is him. Although the snacks are going to be epic post sex.

“You have too many clothes on,” he says instead of answering me.

My clothes hit the floor, and we kiss our way up the bed until our heads rest on the pillows. We sleep naked together, but there’s a heaviness in the air with the enormity of what we’re about to do. I thought I’d be nervous, but I know he’ll take care of me. I trust him completely.

“You should fuck me for our first time.” His fingers trace my tattoo.

My palm cups his jaw. “If we are going to place this memory in a vault of honor,” he chuckles at my words, “I want you to take me our first time. You’ve done all this and been my rock. I’m giving you this.” I’m dizzy and frenzied and half afraid I’ll blow too soon.

“No,” he says with a stricken expression, and I rear back. “Don’t do this because you are indebted to me. This isn’t about repaying me. I am not interested in atonement sex.”

“I’m not explaining it right. You mean so much to me, and all I can think about is you inside me. Before my first time.” I love his snarl of possession. “I never thought about being a virgin or what sex would mean. But this is important to me, and you are the only one I want in my ass. Only you because of who you are and how much you care about me. If you told me it would feel good to light myself on fire, I’d do it,” I say, and he scoffs.

“Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but in my mind, there is no one else I trust. I take so much from you. Your support, comfort, generosity. Let me give you this. Give youme.” His eyes shimmer as he listens. “Please, be my first, today, right now, this second, before I spontaneously combust all over your clean sheets.”

“Ourclean sheets,” he scolds. “But do not underestimate what you have given me—a full life outside of hockey. You have the biggest heart of any man I’ve known, showing me I don’t have to be perfect to matter. I never thought I would find a person to share my life with, and we fit.” His words are like Cupid’s bow, piercing me square in the chest as he runs his nose alongside mine, and my heart soars.

I can’t respond to his sweet statement because we’ll get off track. Finally, he’s ready to fuck me.

“I’m gonna clean up real quick and be right back.” I don’t wait, race-walking into the bathroom. Inhaling, I slow myself down since certain things can’t be rushed. After I finish, Lars lazily strokes himself, and I admire his irresistible cock. He’s longer and leaner than me everywhere, including his dick. It’s pointed at the ceiling and curves a little to the left. His fair skin flushes with my eyes on him and provides miles of places to kiss.

“For someone in a hurry, you seem content to stand there and stare.” His blue eyes flame with heat and snap me into action.

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