Page 99 of Snapping the Ice
“Ezra, I want you to know Tate was just here, and I called the police on him,” she said. “He had a gun. I saw it.”
“What?” My pulse spiked. “He must have brought his Glock.” I was hoping this shit show was over.
Lucas squeezed my knee. “Did they arrest him? What happened?”
“Yes, when the police came, he fired his gun at them, and they shot his arm. He dropped his weapon, then they handcuffed him and carried him off. It was quite a scene and cops were everywhere.” She huffed. “I unfortunately had a first-row seat to the entire thing.”
I stared at my phone. Tate was in a shootout with the police…it didn’t seem real. “Did they put him in an ambulance?”
“I think so, but I’m sure he’s going to jail for a long time,” she said. “I’m sure it’ll be on the news.”
My gaze roamed to Lucas. “I don’t think I care to see it onthe news.” I’d had enough of him. I didn’t care anymore what happened to him.
“Good, babe. We won’t watch it.” With a tight grin, he patted my thigh. “He’s done for. And it’s over.”
“Thank you so much, Stella. It was the right call.” I swallowed a lump in my throat. I didn’t know how to feel, but I wouldn’t feel bad for Tate. He’d had it coming.
“You’re welcome. I’m so glad you weren’t home,” she said.
“Me too. I’ll stay in touch.” I took a calming breath. “Bye.”
“Bye now and stay safe.” Stella ended the call.
Lucas opened the door to his apartment and stopped. “Let’s not bring up what happened with Tate and the police. Let’s forget about him for the rest of our lives.”
With a nod, I followed him inside. I couldn’t agree more.
“Dude, I watched the game and the press conference. I think you won them over.” Evan sat on the sofa in his team sweats, the television tuned to a sports channel.
“Yeah?” Lucas swiped his hand through his hair, lifting his bangs off his head for a second. “I hope so.” He glanced at me. “I’m beat, so I’ll look at it in the morning.” Throwing an arm around my shoulders, he dragged me to his side and kissed my head. “I need some alone time with my boyfriend right now.”
Evan wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, whatever. Keep it down in there.” He lifted the remote off a couch cushion and turned the volume up a notch.
As Lucas hauled me to his bedroom, I said, “Goodnight, Evan.” Once Lucas got an eyeful of my new jock, I doubt he’d be quiet.
After locking the door behind us and flicking on the nightstandlamps, Lucas cupped both my cheeks and claimed my mouth in searing kisses, his tongue flicking against mine. “Want you.” He bit my lower lip and slid it between his teeth. “Fuck, do I want you.”
Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I backed toward the bed, unfastening my jeans and dropping them to the floor, my dick lengthening into the band on my sheer jock. My balls hung just under the hem of the jersey.
His gaze dropped to my junk, and his pupils flared. “Holy fuck, what are you wearing?” Stalking toward me, he palmed his swelling cock through his slacks. “I think you made me come a little.”
“As long as you can go again.” Tilting my head, I fixated on his thick cock, a wet spot seeping through the material of his slacks at the tip. He wasn’t kidding. A pulse shivered up my spine.
As he stopped, his chest flush with mine, he cupped my balls and ran his thumb over the base of my cock. “Soft, and…” His other hand squeezed my bare ass cheek. “Fuck…it’s a jock.” His eyes shut for a moment as he bit his lip. “Am I fucking you tonight?”
“If that’s what you want.” I wrapped a hand around his nape, brushing my lips against his. “I’m all yours.” Emotion surged in my chest. Unlike every other man I’d been with, there were no walls with Lucas. I could say those words and mean them. He was my safe place.
He tucked his hand underneath my ear, his thumb at the edge of my cheek. “Damn it, babe, when you tell me that, it makes my heart feel like it’ll explode.” He pressed his mouth against mine and held it, all the emotion zinging between us in a simple kiss. When he broke it, he said, “I love you, Ezra.”
“I love you too.” I stepped backward, one arm hooked around his waist, unfastening his slacks, our gazes locking. Asthe back of my legs hit the bed, I shoved his slacks down his hips, and they fell to the floor.
He pushed our hot cocks together and devoured me in heated kisses, rutting into me, his fingers burrowing into my ass.
With a soft moan, tension twisted in my gut, and my dick grew sensitive. My tongue glided against his as I slanted my mouth, taking more of him. When he broke the kisses, he shoved me to the bed and shrugged out of his suit jacket. Holding his palm to me, he said, “Take nothing off. Wait for me.”
He folded his suit coat and slacks over a chair in the corner and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the rippled muscles of his abdomen a little at a time.
My breath grew thick, and my cock ached. He was a sight to behold. I’d never had a man turn me on like he did.
