Page 81 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
“I know the team’s got our backs, but I keep thinking aboutwhat happens when we hit the ice and the arena’s packed. When the crowd starts in on us, I just—” I stop, my breath feeling tight in my chest. “I want to keep you both safe. I just want us to be okay.”
“We’ll be fine. I swear to you,” Jasper promises. “Yeah, the judgment’s gonna come, Roman, because there’s always one asshole with too much to say, but it doesn’t fucking matter.”
“It matters to me.” My breath punches out of me, and I blow out a “Fuck” as I turn toward the tunnel, my emotions boiling over and burning me alive from the inside.
“Hey, don’t fucking do that,” Jasper snaps, ripping off his helmet just as I yank mine free. Zeke’s already standing there, helmet in hand, his eyes fixed on me. “Since when do you walk away?”
“Since I realized I can’t protect you from this,” I shoot back, my chest heaving as I fight to keep my shit together.
“What about you, huh?” Zeke says, moving close and pressing his side to mine while Jasper stands tall before me. “Who’s looking out for Roman in all of this?”
“That’s not how this works.”
“The hell it isn’t,” Zeke fires back, not angry or yelling, just that solid certainty he always has. “This only works because we take care of each other. You don’t always have to carry it all. You have to trust us, Rome.”
“I do,” I rasp, the words rough in my throat. “You know I do.”
Jasper presses his forehead to mine like he’s trying to fuse us together. His hand fits around the back of my neck, and I drag in a breath just as Zeke runs his tongue along my jaw. Jasper’s hands slide down, fingers finding the laces on my hockey pants, and he tugs them loose.
“Let us get you out of your head, just for a minute,” Jasper murmurs.
Zeke steps behind me, his chest pressed to my back. I melt intohim, sinking into that comfort, letting his arms lock me in place while Jasper captures my mouth. His tongue slides against mine, slow and intimate, the kind of kiss that saysminewithout ever needing to speak it. He drops to his knees in front of me, and I feel his hands on the waistband of my gear. He tugs everything down, knuckles brushing my thighs, and then he looks up at me like I’m the altar and he’s about to pray.
“Look at our wild boy on his knees for you,” Zeke growls, his voice rough against my ear as he runs his tongue along my lobe. “You know he’d live down there if we told him to. He wouldn’t care who was watching—he’d suck your cock in front of the whole damn world if it meant proving he’s ours.”
I curse under my breath, hand wrapped tight around the base of my cock as I stare down at Jasper—our beautiful fucking mess. His brown hair, which is always a shade darker when the cold settles in, is sticking up in every direction from my fingers. His lips are parted, breath coming fast, and his pupils are blown so wide there's barely any color left.
“Open that mouth for me, baby. Tongue out. Let me see it.” Jasper obeys, offering himself up like he was made for this. I slap the head of my cock against his tongue once, twice, watching him when he presses a kiss to the tip before teasing my piercing.
“Now show Roman just how good you suck his cock. Show us that nothing out there touches what we’ve got right here.”
Jasper wraps his hand around me, spits on my length, and then seals his lips over my head. He sucks slow and deep, stroking what he can’t take with a twist of his wrist that has me biting down a moan.
“Fuck… Jesus, Jasper,”I hiss through clenched teeth, my head falling back as my hips snap forward.
Behind me, Zeke’s hands trail down my spine, nails scratching hard, like he wants to mark me up just for the hell of it.
“I love watching him touch you.” I look down at Jasper, his lips swollen, cheeks hollowed around my cock, and I swear I could come just from the sight of him. “I love the way you love each other.”
“And you…” I whisper.
“Yeah? You love me, big guy?”
“You know I do,” I grit out. “I couldn’t live without any of you.”
“You’ll never have to,” Zeke whispers against my skin, then holds out his hand to Jasper. “Spit.”
Jasper releases my cock and spits right into Zeke’s waiting fingers. His hand disappears down the back of my pants, dragging his finger up the crease of my ass.
“Now I know Jasper gets this ass first, and I know you’re ready to give it up to him, but how about you let me play a little now, yeah?” He’s asking, not taking. But that’s Zeke. He could wreck me if he wanted, and we both know it, but he’s never careless with the things he loves.
Beneath me, Jasper groans like he’s unraveling just from watching us. His hand glides up my thigh, fingers digging into my skin. His mouth hovers just over the head of my cock, his lips slick, and his breath is hot enough to burn.
“Fuck, Zeke,” he pants out, eyes glazed over with hunger. “You’re gonna make him come so hard.”
Zeke smirks, glancing over my shoulder at Jasper. “And you get to swallow every drop, baby.”
Jasper grins like the fucking devil and sinks his mouth back down onto me. He moans low in his throat, and I feel it everywhere. I turn, grabbing Zeke by the shirt, and crash my mouth into his, kissing him and begging without words for more, giving him all the permission he needs totake me, ruin me, just fucking own me.
