Page 90 of Playing for Keeps
I swallowed. “Horny Ethan the magical unicorn?”
“That’s not the kind of horny I was thinking of.” He shuffled closer, closing the gap between us. “I was thinking more of the fun kind of horny.”
And he kissed me.
Our first kiss, at the top of Mt. Iron, had been gentle and sweet.
Last night, our kisses had been hot and heavy.
But this kiss? This was a combination of both.
All the doubts fled my mind. I knew they’d return at some point, but right now I had a warm and naked Ethan in bed with me. There wasn’t room for anything but awe.
I couldn’t believe that I got to touch him. That I got to run my hand down his chest, to that gorgeous V, before it dipped down to where his cock was straining to be touched.
I had the advantage of having jerked him off when we were teenagers, and a thousand times in my memories since, so I knew exactly how to grip his cock, how to slide my hand up and down to make him pant and groan.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he gasped.
Oh holy shit, hearing his voice all hoarse and raggedy, knowing I was the one doing this to him, put me on edge so fast.
This was all I’d ever wanted. Ethan in bed with me, Ethan coming undone under my touch.
The talking bit we had to do at some point? That could wait.
Our mouths were too busy kissing right now.
* * *
But we soon discovered that delaying talking to have sex did have a downside.
Because after we’d both gotten off spectacularly, we barely had time to chuck our gear into our bags and get down to the team bus before it departed.
We sat next to each other as normal, but there was a frisson of electricity between us, every nerve ending in my body hyperaware of Ethan’s proximity.
I slid a glance at him.
His pouty mouth had that slightly blurred-around-the-edges, I’ve-been-kissing-someone-with-stubble look that I really shouldn’t have been thinking about just then, surrounded by our teammates.
He leaned across the aisle and tapped Reuban on the shoulder, holding out his earbuds with a grin. “Hey, Reuban, you want to listen to some death metal?”
“Fuck off,” Reuban moaned. He had dark glasses on, even though we were inside the bus, and his skin looked pale and clammy.
“Actually, now might be a good time to sing the team song,” Ethan said.
“Do we have a team song?” I asked.
Ethan scrunched his nose. “Maybe not. But I’m thinking we should invent one. No time like the present.”
I laughed.
“I want to die,” Reuban moaned.
Reuban wasn’t the only person worse for wear after last night’s celebrations. But it seemed most of the team were trying to stave off the inevitable hangover by keeping up the partying buzz, although without alcohol this time.
I thought the flight home might provide an opportunity for Ethan and me to talk, but instead Ethan and Ali spent most of it composing a rip-off version of “We Are the Champions”, subbing in lyrics that spoke of our triumphant battle against the Greens.
I was fairly sure having his teammates singing in his face didn’t help Reuban’s headache.
