Page 140 of Unraveling Rain
Rain nods, and they disappear together toward the back of the restaurant.
Matt’s still wiping his eyes, recovering from the laughter.
“I already knew how incredible she is—just from the way you talk about her. But now? Rain’s awesome, man. I’m glad you found each other.”
I nod and clink my glass with his.
The ladies return, both smiling. I lean back in my chair, taking it all in.
I hope Trin and Rain stay in touch. Maybe even become friends.
After getting another dessert to go, we say our goodbyes, promising another double date the next time we’re in town.
On the drive home, Rain slips her hand into my lap and starts stroking my cock. It takes every ounce of willpower Ihave to breathe through it and keep my foot light on the gas. I swear, she’s trying to kill me with the way she makes me feel.
Back at our place, the moment the elevator doors slide shut behind us, Cherry drops to her knees and sucks me off until I’m completely spent.
It’s thebestkind of send-off, since we’re about to spend seven days apart.
The red stain her lipstick leaves on my shaft? I’ll never forget it.
It feels like a claim:I was here, and this dick is mine.
For the first time in my career, I can’t wait for the games to be over.
I just want to come home to her.
I just hope Dennis doesn’t try anything while I’m gone.
Chapter 35
Xander
The atmosphere in Boston’s arena is always intense, but tonight feels different—heavier somehow, like there’s more at stake than just a regular-season game.
Shaking off the thought, I line up with my teammates to hit the ice.
The moment the announcer calls, “Carolina Red Wolves,” the crowd erupts in boos, and I grin.
The place I once considered home—the team I grew up rooting for—is now booing meand my teammates.
It’s perfect. Fuel to play harder.
The game starts, and I’m on the bench, laser-focused. Ready to jump when it’s our line’s turn.
Both teams are playing rough. Matt gets shoved hard against the glass, and I immediately start yelling at the ref closest to us. “Are you watching?”
The play continues. Cody loses his footing, and Boston scores.
Fuck.
“Shake it off, guys. It’s just the first period—we’ve got time. Stay focused,” Coach calls out.
The horn sounds, and we head to the locker room. The score is 1-0. Still plenty of time to turn it around.
As we walk off the ice, I look up at the bleachers. Sure enough, in a sea of black and yellow, three red jerseys stand out—my parents and Gramps.
I smile and wave my stick in their direction.
