Page 104 of Heated Rivalry 1
Shane laughed. “Yeah. And a bunch of disappointed women.”
“A bunch?”
“A few.Anyway, I’m trying to jerk off here, so...”
Ilya laughed. They both went back to the task at hand.
“Hey,” Ilya said. He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Do you think you can beat me?”
It took Shane a second. Then he laughed. “You want torace?”
“Come on, Hollander. Let’s see what you got.”
Shane shook his head, but he was grinning. “You’re an idiot,” he said affectionately. “Fine. Bring it.”
And those words of challenge caused a bolt of desire to rocket through Ilya. He should have no problem winning this battle.
“I think...” Shane said, his voice strained already, “I think the winner should be whoever holds out the longest. More impressive.”
“No way. You would cheat.”
“I wouldnot! Cheat how?”
“I can’t see your hand. You could just stop.”
“I won’t.”
Ilya shrugged. “Fine. You always shoot off so fast anyway. Will be an easy win for me.”
Shane scowled at him, but then something caused his eyes to squeeze shut and he let out a quiet little gasp.
Ilya chuckled. “Fucking hopeless,” he said.
Then Shane opened his eyes and there was definitely something dangerous in them. “You know the night of the draft, in that hotel gym?”
Ilya groaned.Fuck.“I wanted to pin you to the floor,” he confessed. “I could not stop staring at your mouth. I thought you would notice.”
“I didn’t. I was too busy trying to stop myself from straddling you. Kissing you.”
“Fuck, Shane.”
“I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to. It terrified me. I had never...”
“Never wanted a man?” Ilya huffed.
“No. At least, I didn’t think I did. But you...god, Ilya. I went right back to my room and jerked off thinking about you.”
Now Ilya squeezed his eyes shut. He stroked himself harder, faster. He suddenly couldn’t care less about winning this dumb contest. He gasped out, “Me too.”
Shane groaned, and they both worked themselves roughly as the room filled with the sounds of their breathing.
“I can’t wait to touch you again,” Shane murmured. Then he sucked in a breath and let out a high, manic sound, and Ilya knew if he just held on for another minute he would win because Shane was definitely about to come.
“Ah, fuck. Dammit. I’m so close,” Shane gasped.
Ilya couldn’t even respond. He forced his eyes open so he could lock his gaze with Shane’s.
“Oh fuck,” Shane said quietly. “I’m coming.”
