Page 60 of Barn Burner
“Brayden,” he warns, low and husky.
“Mhm,” I respond, appreciating his thick thighs wrapped in denim before returning my eyes to his in the mirror. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”
“Only because you like to tell me every day.” He smirks, then lets out a grunt when a strand of hair falls into his face. He lets out a defeated sigh. “Can you sort this for me?”
Nodding, I step into the bathroom. He sits down on the closed toilet seat, and I step between his legs. I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. Since I mentioned how much I love his long hair, he’s continued to let it grow. It’s now touching his shoulders, and I fucking love burying my fingers and gripping onto it when he’s driving me wild with his mouth or his cock.
“Are you looking forward to the game tonight?” he asks.
“Yeah, I guess so. Washington is always a tough team to play against. They’re very strong offensively, and a few of their players have a heavy style of play. Very physical. Lots of hits.”
He growls, and I tug gently on his hair, but hard enough that his head tilts back to look up at me.
“Don’t worry, cowboy. I’m too quick for them to touch me,” I say, ghosting my lips over his.
“Good. I’d hate to have to break someone’s face tonight.”
I let out a breathy chuckle, then slide my mouth over his. His hands grip onto my ass, fingers curling around my cheeks until his fingertips graze my crease. My cock immediately takes notice, twitching beneath the fly of my suit pants.
With both hands still buried in his hair, I suck on his tongue, and he moans.
“I better go soon,” I murmur before diving into his mouth again.
He wraps his arms around me and tugs me closer until my cock is pressed against his torso. It’s only when my hips start to grind against him that I reluctantly pull away and take a step back.
He looks at me beneath hooded eyes, lips swollen from my kiss and the outline of his hard cock straining his jeans.
“That’s mine later, just saying.” I wink.
He smirks and adjusts himself. “Brayden?”
“Yeah?”
“Make sure you wear those pants and shirt home later. I wanna know what they look like on the floor after I’ve stripped you out of them.”
Closing my eyes, I dig my teeth into my bottom lip as I tip my head back and groan. “Jesse! Now I’m gonna have to drive to the arena with a boner.”
“You better not touch it,” he orders. He stands up and grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “It’s mine, and I’m going to enjoy devouring it later.”
As expected, the game against Washington is tough. Their offense is all over us, breaking through our defense like we’re sitting ducks.
Like us, Washington has been having an incredible season so far. We’re leading the Western Conference, and they’re leading the Eastern Conference. And when you look at the overall league standings, we’re only a couple of points ahead.
Heading back to the bench after my shift, I climb over the boards and take a seat next to William. I pick up a bottle and squirt some water into my mouth.
“They are like fleas tonight,” he says so dryly I crack up laughing.
“Yeah, they’re something, alright.”
“Your man is here, yes?”
I nod, and my eyes instantly find the family suite where he’s watched every one of my games so far since his surgery. Knowing he’s up there has been all the encouragement I’ve needed, and I’ve played some of the best games of my career these last few weeks.
Superstitious? Maybe. I did say he might be my lucky charm, after all.
“Yeah,” I answer and squirt more water in my mouth. “I need to find a way to make sure he’s here for all of them.”
William nods in understanding. He knows how I feel about Jesse and my thoughts about whether or not I should re-sign. I know my agent will bring up the topic in the summer, especially if we have another good run into the postseason. But it’s not just my decision to make.
