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“But Sel—” He pauses before reaching the door.
“Yes?”
“I want more. I want it with you.”
Before I can form a reply, he’s gone, leaving me alone, shaking with frustration. I stumble across the room and flop down on my bed, rubbing my sensitive lips, wondering what just happened. I want him too, but how? This is Finn. My teammate. I’ve never crossed that line before, and now I’ve skated right over it, we both have, not to mention our friendship.
Lying alone in the dark, I wonder what the hell I’m going to do about this situation.
Unfortunately, my cock isn’t concerned with lines and rules, and I replay our kiss until I’m desperately fucking my fist, coming so hard make a mess of the duvet. Depleted, overwhelmed, I pass out cold, but only for a couple of hours, then I toss and turn for the rest of the night.
When I finally do wake up, my immediate thought is how badly I want to wake up next to Finn, followed by no, deny, it didn’t happen.
It did, but it can’t happen again.
Before I get a chance to figure out what I’m going to say when I see him, my phone beeps and my heart takes off running.
Only, it’s not a message from Finn, but from Berg.
Berg: We need to talk.
Sel: What’s up?
Berg: My room, five minutes.
Sel: Okay, what’s so urgent?
Berg: I’ll tell you when you get here.
Chapter Fifteen
FINN
THE NEXT DAY
Sleep didn’t come easy last night. How could it, when one explosive kiss tilted my entire world on its axis?
I’ve always known I was different, especially in high school when my classmates wouldn’t shut up about how hot they were for someone—instant attraction—and I wondered why I didn’t feel the same. It was only when I got to know Simone, first as a friend, then as more, that I finally clued in that my dick and my heart were hardwired to work in sync.
But this isn’t high school.
Sel’s my professional teammate.
Crushing on him is one thing, but that kiss? Holy fuck, it blew any kiss I’ve had out of the water and then some. Another piece of my sexuality puzzle pops into place and I guess this means I’m bi as well as demi? Hitting the pro hockey league isn’t the only major change going on in my life.
Even hours after leaving Sel’s room, my body’s hot and restless with need. I’ve never been more turned on in my life, shit, I’ve never been this excited for sex before, like if I don’t get my fix of Sel’s mouth in the next hour, I’m gonna go out of my mind.
It takes me longer to warm up, but once I do, look out.
Thankfully, Kuznetsov spent the night elsewhere, so I had the hotel suite to myself. Good thing too, because I barely got inside my door before I unzipped, spat in my hand, and jerked my throbbing dick so hard that when I came, I cried out Sel’s name and my vision blanked. After I slid down the door and caught my breath, I crawled into the nearby bathroom, grabbed a towel, and mopped up the jizz I spilled all over myself and the carpet.
But that wasn’t the end of it.
I showered, dried off, and tumbled into bed, exhausted and hungering for sleep. Unfortunately, my dick had other plans, and my imagination was only too happy to help. Filthy images flashed through my mind: Sel naked and stretched out underneath me, his thick thighs wrapped tight around my waist, his pretty mouth driving me insane. Damn, the sexy sounds he made and the feel of his skin slapping mine as we fucked was intense. Next thing I knew, I was fisting my cock and scored again, flooding the sheet with so much cum that I felt guilty and decided to leave an extra tip for the cleaning staff…
With the sunrise, though, reality surfaces.
It starts when Kuznetsov steps into our room with his sunglasses on, a huge smile in place and a couple of hickeys on his neck. He pauses when he enters our room, but he doesn’t say anything except, “Good morning,” and “Order a shit ton of food from room service.” The room smells like spunk, but thankfully, I get no ribbing about it. He hits the shower first, while I order breakfast. After we eat, my roommate grabs his stuff and heads out, while I hit the bathroom.
