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“Of course you do. You’re as human as any of us.” He paused. “Listen, I know it’s been tough for us to even see each other. We started doing this in the middle of the hockey season and the holidays, plus we have to keep it on the DL. I knew it would be hard.” He squeezed my arm. “But I’m here, aren’t I?”

“I… kind of oversold this evening, though. I told you we’d⁠—”

“Liam. Even if you’d told me sex was off the table, I’d still be here now. I’d still have been just as happy to see you.” He pressed his lips to the top of my head again. “I look forward to this part as much as I do the sex.”

“Lying in bed with me while I wait for a muscle relaxer to kick in?”

He laughed. “Lying in bed with you and talking. Having you this close to me.” Sobering a little, he murmured, “You want to know what I’m looking forward to the most?”

“Hmm?”

“When we’re out, and we can actually go out in public. Go eat. Golf. Just… be out together like a normal couple.”

My throat constricted around my breath. “Like a normal couple?”

“That’s what we are, isn’t it?”

“I… I mean, I guess we are?”

“What else would we be?”

I considered that, which was tricky when the muscle relaxer was starting to cloud the edges of my thoughts. “I guess I hadn’t thought about it. It’s been a long time since I’ve really been boyfriend material for anyone.”

“Well.” He kissed the top of my head again. “I hope it was worth the wait.”

I closed my eyes. “Definitely.”

The meds were kicking in harder. My mind was fuzzier and that stupid muscle was looser. Sleep was definitely closing in and there wasn’t much I could do to fight it off.

But Garrett still held me close. And his words still bounced around in the semi-opaque fog that was my head.

“You want to know what I’m looking forward to the most?”

“Hmm?”

“When we’re out, and we can actually go out in public. Go eat. Golf. Just… be out together like a normal couple.”

I wanted that too.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

CHAPTER 34

GARRETT

Liam’s neck and shoulder didn’t take too long to have mercy on him. The muscle relaxers helped him sleep that night. The next day he’d been stiff, but a million times better. He’d sat for a practice, and the following day, he was back to his morning skate and then a game that night, playing his usual minutes at his usual speed. He was back to himself on and off the ice.

Especially off the ice.

“Fuck, yeah,” he panted as I rode his dick after the game. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, just like that.”

I grabbed the headboard for some support (and leverage) and kept up my hard, fast pace, losing my breath every time he slammed himself home. “Oh my God,” I whined. “Don’t stop…” I closed my eyes and let my head fall forward. “Jesus…”

He moaned, which was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever heard. His strong hands had death grips on my hips, and he thrust up into me every time I came down.

“Fuuuck,” he whispered. “Ungh, this time I don’t just… don’t just get to see you come.” He gasped for breath. “Get to feel it. Get it all over me.”

I shivered, goose bumps springing up along my spine as his words and his dick hauled me closer and closer to the brink.