Page 60 of Snapping the Ice
“Oh, hell yes. I’m fine. The docs are just being extra cautious.” With a scowl, I set my phone on my lap. “Can’t wait to see you.”
“Same.” Ezra sighed. “I better let you go so you can rest.”
“Okay.” Iwastired…I’d played hard tonight, even if I hadn’t played the entire game. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you, bye.” He hung up the call.
I tipped my head back against the headboard. Things were looking up between us. No mention of Tate for once. The order of protection must be working.
The next afternoon, I took an Uber home from the airport with Evan. I was excited to spend my day off tomorrow with Ezra.
The Uber pulled in to our apartment building parking lot and I climbed out along with Evan, grabbed my duffel, and then met him at the walkway. “What have you got going on the rest of the day?” He’d looked a little green this morning.
“Sleep.” He smirked at me. “I didn’t get in until four last night and damn, Gagnon can down the shots.” He strolled next to me on the walkway.
At the elevator, I pushed the call button and scanned the grounds, the clubhouse and palm trees interspersed with desert plants. “What shots were you doing?”
“Tequila.” He winced. “I don’t want to think about it.” He entered the elevator as the doors slid open and pushed the button for the third floor.
Normally we’d walk the stairs to our floor, but fuck it. With a sharp snort, I said, “I didn’t know Gagnon was a tequila drinker.”
“Neither did I. I think he takes turns with his liquor and last night was tequila night.” As the door opened on our floor, he said, “You ever heard of a Mexican flag shot?”
“What? No.” I strolled with him to our apartment door. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a shot of tomato juice, tequila and pickle juice.” He slid his card out of the breast pocket of his suit jacket and faced me. “You drink the tomato juice, then the tequila and follow it up with the pickle juice.”
I mock gagged. “Gross, seriously?” I’d never heard of such a thing, but maybe Gagnon had picked it up when he played for Texas A&M.
“It’s actually not bad. We’ll try it sometime.” He tapped my chest with his knuckles.
The door clicked and opened. “I thought I heard you both out here.” Ezra stood in the entry, his dark hair hanging over his shoulders and his taut stomach showing under a white crop top.
Damn, he looked delicious. I wanted to lick those abs. “Hey, Ezra.” Grabbing him into a fierce hug, I buried my face in his neck and breathed him in, his scent intoxicating.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to bed. You two do what you want.” Evan sidestepped us and made a beeline for his bedroom.
“What’s up with him?” Ezra freed me and shut the door behind me.
“Oh, he’s hung over. The guys partied hard last night.” I chuckled and strolled into the main room. What had Ezra been up to? “Have you been working at the studio today?”
“A little this morning.” With a coy grin, he clutched the lapels of my jacket and drew me close. “You weren’t partying last night, were you?” His gaze searched my face, and his lips hovered over mine.
“No, I was a good boy.” My pulse spiked and my dick woke. He had something on his mind, and I liked it.
“Yeah?” He slid his tongue along my lower lip. “I missed you.”
“I missed you.” I leaned in to close the gap, my cock lengthening behind my zipper. Just one look from him and I ignited.
“Nope, you need to wait for it.” Holding my lapel with one hand, he twisted and led me into my bedroom.
As I entered, I swung the door closed behind me, my gaze snapping to an opened bottle of wine on a tray with glasses, chocolates and a…bottle of lube? Oh hell. Was someone getting fucked today? My dick twitched. We needed to have a conversation, but hell if I could remember what about.
“Can you have wine or is it out of the question with your head?—”
“I don’t have a concussion. The docs were just being overly cautious last night.” A lump on the side of my head, yes. I stared at the lube. I’d never had anal, even with a woman. I eyed him. Had he prepped himself for today? “One glass of wine won’t kill me.”
“Good.” He led me to the bed and lay down on his side, his eyes darkening. “Lucas, there’s no pressure here. I just wanted to give you a proper homecoming.” He raked his teeth over his bottom lip and poured wine into the glasses.
