Page 129 of Over the Line

Me? I wasn’t wound up about Jack Arlen anymore, but some all too familiar guilt settled heavily on my shoulders.

Chris was apparently happy that I was in Pittsburgh. And I was genuinely thrilled about his baby.

But I was keeping a secret from him. One that Jack had tiptoed around, and I still didn’t know if he was just hoping to find something juicy or if he knew something. Probably the former. Liam and I had been careful as hell since day one.

Well… aside from earlier this evening. When we hadn’t been able to wait another moment and we’d slipped off to the parking garage.

Ice crackled along the length of my spine. He hadn’t seen us. Had he? He hadn’t noticed us going down to the parking garage separately, then coming back up separately. Had he?

Fuck. I hoped not.

And even if Jack did know something, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that big of a deal. I wasn’t cheating on anyone. There was nothing “wrong” with our relationship.

But I was just getting back on solid ground with my son, and that ground still felt thin and brittle. I had just made it to a point with him where I was welcome on his team’s dads’ trip and I’d be welcome into his son’s life. Rational or not, I was terrified that anything I did or said wrong could wreck that. Dating his teammate? Keeping that relationship a secret?

And then what had I done? I’d dashed off to the parking garage to make out with Liam for a moment, and I suddenly couldn’t be sure we’d been as discreet as we’d intended.

Fuck. If Liam and I did wait to tell Chris until the baby was here and the season was over, where was the line between showing our cards too soon and “holy shit, you kept that a secret for how long?”

How do I do right by you without losing Liam?

Not a goddamned moment too soon…

“Holy fuck, finally,” Liam murmured just before he kissed me up against my car. His garage door was still rumbling shut behind us, but I didn’t care. No one was going to see anything. I needed my hands and mouth on this man right the hell now. I needed everything he promised with that thick hard-on pressing into my hip.

We kissed and groped now like we hadn’t dared to in that parking garage—breathless, messy, pulling at clothes until our hands found their way to skin.

“God, I missed you,” I said, barely breaking the kiss. “You were right there, but…” I claimed his mouth again, harder this time, and his helpless whimper almost sent me into orbit.

Abruptly, the hand in my hair tightened, and he pulled my head back. I had time for a choked “oh, fuck” before his lips were on my neck, and then I was completely at his mercy. Absolutely liquefied, shaking with need as his soft kisses and hard dick drove my senses wild.

“I’m always horny for you when you come over,” he rasped, letting his teeth graze my throat. “But tonight… God, Garrett…”

“And you’re not… you’re not too sore?”

His laugh was a hot rush of breath across my neck. “Even if I was, no amount of pain is keeping me out of you tonight.”

Groaning, I closed my eyes as I arched off the car. “Christ, your dirty mouth…”

“Is that a complaint?”

“Not at all.” I dragged my hands up his back. “Please tell me you brought lube down so you can fuck me over your car.” I wasn’t sure I’d survive waiting much longer than that.

The response was a breath of hot laughter across my throat. When he raised his head, his eyes weakened my knees all over again.

“No, I’m not fucking you down here.” He untangled himself from my embrace and took my hand. “I’m going to take you upstairs, get you naked, and eat your ass until you’re begging for my dick.” He cupped the back of my neck with his other hand, and just before he kissed me, he added, “Then I’ll fuck you.”

The strangled sound that escaped my mouth must’ve been the desired effect, because he grinned against my lips just before he absolutely devoured my soul.

And then he led me out of the garage, as if I had any balance or coordination left. He wanted me to navigate stairs? When I was like this?

Apparently so, and I did manage to get to his bedroom. Got out of all these clothes, too, and as soon as I was naked, my gorgeous boyfriend manhandled me onto the bed on my hands and knees, pushed my ass cheeks apart, and⁠—

“Holy fuck!”

Liam’s tongue was merciless. I clawed at the edge of the mattress, hanging my head as I tried to find my breath. I wanted to press back, seeking more of that amazing mouth, but he had my hips in a vise grip. He held me exactly where he wanted me while he ate my ass until I was doing exactly what he said I would:

“Please fuck me, Liam,” I begged. “Please? God, I want your dick right the hell now.”