Page 84 of Snapping the Ice
“You fucker.” Mason wiped his cheek, twisted around, and sat on Tate’s face. “Or you’re going to lick my fucking balls, ass wipe.” He bounced a few times, laughter erupting from him.
“Dude.” Ace chortled. “I don’t think he can breathe.”
Jett appeared with a bouncer in tow. “That’s the man who attacked my brother-in-law.” He pointed at Tate, cocked his head and said, “Mason, what the hell are you doing?”
“Tea bagging, a new kind of face wash.” Mason jumped off Tate and twisted to face us. “Didn’t have my gloves with me.”
Tate sucked in a deep breath. “What the hell is wrong with you people?”
“Come on, you’re eighty-sixed.” The bouncer grabbed Tate’s arm, lifting him, as Ace crawled off him and stood.
Tugging his shirt down, Tate asked, “Are you crazy?”
I stepped toward him, swelling my chest. “My brother sure as hell is. You don’t fuck with a Hopkins.” God, I loved my bro.
Glaring at Ezra, Tate hissed, “You were shitty in bed and such a disappointment. No wonder your parents hate you.”
Ezra hung his head, and his shoulders curled in.
“Babe, it’s not true. You know that.” I hooked my arms around his shoulders and drew him into my chest, kissing his hair. Throwing a glare at Tate, I shouted, “He’s a much better man than you’ll ever be.”
“We’ll see about that.” With a huff, Tate followed the bouncer out of the bar.
“Hey, you okay?” I brushed my fingers over the back of Ezra’s soft hair.
All the guys gathered round, with Archer and Leo bringing up the rear.
“What the hell happened?” Archer asked, his face flushed and hair mussed.
“Mason and Ace here took down Ezra’s ex, the one who’s been stalking them.” Jett smirked. “You missed quite a show.”
“Where the hell were you, Carlson? I mean, Ace and I had it covered, but…” Mason’s eyes grew wide as Archer peeked at Leo and his cheeks reddened.
“You were fucking in the men’s room?” Mason barked out a laugh, throwing his head back. “Jesus Christ, I can’t take you guys anywhere.”
“Even after all these years, we’ve still got it.” Leo beamed at Archer, then kissed his knuckles.
Ezra lifted his head, a slow chuckle rising from his throat. “I…damn, you guys are the best. You’re actually making me laugh about a fight with Tate.”
“He’s not worth getting upset over, Ezra.” Mason patted Ezra’s shoulder. “Don’t let a guy like that get you down.”
“He’s right, babe.” I stared at Ezra. What had I just called him? Had my brother and his friends worn off on me?
With a warm grin, Ezra tucked into my side,his arms hooking around my waist. “Thank you. All of you.” His gaze rose to meet mine. “Babe.”
“I think this calls for another celly. Fuck U of A.” Mason grabbed Jett’s hand and led him toward the bar. With a wave behind him, he said, “Come on, guys.”
After more dancing and teasing on the dancefloor, we left everyone and Ubered home. As I opened the door to my apartment, Ezra shoved me inside and pinned me against the wall, pressing his already hard cock against mine through our jeans.
His kisses came in hot and heavy, nipping at my lips and sliding his tongue across mine. “Fuck, want you.” He kneaded my pecs with one hand while squeezing my ass with the other.
With a sharp moan, I tilted my head back, giving access to my neck and rutting against him, my fingers digging into the round muscles of his ass. What a fine ass it was, and it was all mine tonight.
Pinching my nipple through my shirt, he whimpered and sucked the sensitive skin on my neck, then trailed his tongue over the mark. “Want you to fuck me.”
Shivers swept my heated skin. “Can’t wait.” Were we about to do it in the hallway? Evan was out with his girl for the night…
Unfastening my jeans, he plunged his hand into my briefs, stroking my aching cock. “Want to suck you first.”
