Page 44 of Snapping the Ice
“No, never.” Pain sliced through my heart. No matter how much Maddy begged, I couldn’t see it happening.
“You know what they say, Ezra. Never say never.” He squeezed my hand, freed it and picked up a fresh roll.
“My, uh…” Fuck, why was I bringing this up? I took a deep inhale. “My sister says my mom asks about me. She thinks maybe…” I should drop it. It wasn’t good for me to have hope.
“Your sister thinks your mom changed?” He set his chopsticks on his plate and grabbed both my hands over the table, leaning in, his gaze fastened to mine. “Ezra, if there’s a chance, maybe you should take it?” His gaze searched my face. “My brother-in-law never thought his dad would accept him, but he did.” His throat dipped. “I know plenty of queer guys who have gone through a lot of shit and can offer you help. As far as I’ve seen, you’ve only had Tate to talk to.”
Fuck, he was right. I swallowed thickly. This hockey player might change my life in more ways than one. “Let me think about it, okay?”
“Of course.” He gave me a warm grin and freed me. “Tonight is about us. Tomorrow we’ll take on the world.”
My eyes stung. I had every reason to believe him.
After dinner, we had a lovely walk around the shops, pointing out gag gifts and commenting on some of the better art. I had an eye for composition, obviously. When we made our way back tohis apartment, I followed him inside and shut the door. Now that we understood each other, it was time for more.
“Would you like a drink? I have beer or some wine I keep here for my brother-in-law when he visits.” He strolled into his kitchen.
“What color is it? Red or white?” His brother-in-law liked wine? “And tell me more about Jett.” I dropped onto the end of his couch and gazed at the darkened sky outside the sliding doors leading to their balcony.
“It’s white. Jett’s from California, so he knows his wines. I had to ask Mason what to get him.” He pulled the wine from the refrigerator. “It’s a chardonnay.” He held the bottle up for me.
Twisting on the couch, I said, “Let’s try it.” After our nice dinner, it seemed appropriate to top off the evening with some excellent wine.
“Sure.” He scrunched his face. “Do you know how to open this?”
“Yes…” With a soft snort, I hopped from the couch and ambled to him. “You have a wine opener, I assume?” I grabbed the bottle from him and set it on the counter.
“I do.” His gaze caught mine and fell to my lips. Gliding my hair off my shoulder, he nuzzled my neck. “You smell so good.” He kissed and licked the sensitive flesh.
As shivers played down my side, a soft moan escaped me. Holy hell, did we even need the wine? “If you keep doing that…”
“What?” He smiled against my neck, cupped my ass, and licked a trail from my collarbone to my earlobe. “Fuck, Ezra. You turn me on.” He wrapped his arm around my waist, burying his face into my neck.
I took a hard swallow as my dick lengthened to the band of my briefs. We’d had such a build-up today. How would I holdback if he needed me to? In a rough voice, I said, “Wine opener, Lucas.” I cleared my throat.
“Yeah, in here.” He left me for a moment and opened a drawer on the kitchen island. After handing me the opener, he pressed teasing kisses on my neck, pulled on the collar of my shirt, and continued down my shoulder.
My breath quickened, and I struggled to focus on removing the foil and then twisting the opener into the cork. “You’re not making his easy on me.”
“Yeah?” Stepping behind me, he licked the back of my neck while pushing his hard cock against my ass and skimming his hands down my abs. He stopped at the band of my jeans. “I want to touch you, but…”
I yanked the cork off with a pop. “But what?”
“I’ve never done it before. Touched a guy’s dick.” His hot breath whispered across my nape, raising goosebumps on my skin.
“But you want to?” My cock throbbed and pulsed in my jeans. Holy fuck, it would be fun being his first.
“I do.” Nibbling the back of my neck and pressing his swollen cock against my ass, he crept his hand lower, his fingers touching the tip of my cock. “Is that it?”
“Yep.” I shut my eyes for a beat and held my breath. No one had turned me on like this. Holy hell, I was barely hanging on.
“So, this…” He skimmed his fingers lower, outlining my shaft through my jeans. “Fuck, you’re hard.” He swallowed audibly and wrapped his free arm around my waist.
“I am. Very.” Tension pooled in my gut and my balls tingled. “Are you okay?” Should I turn around and face him?
“I’m fine. I have to be careful here or I’ll do something…” His hot breath puffed against my nape as he rubbed my cock from tip to base. “I don’t want to look stupid.”
“You won’t.” As my dick jerked against his palm, I swooned and tipped my head back, desire igniting inside me. If he were anyone else, we’d be fucking tonight.
