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As head coach of the Colchester University hockey team,
and for the love of all that is good on this earth, when it comes to hockey players, remember Momma’s rules: look with your eyes, not with your hands.”
Note to parents everywhere: don’t judge your kid based on what you like.
Asher Dalton is trouble. Already I can tell that I’m not going to be looking out for the guy—I’m going to be babysitting him. And let’s face it, probably failing.
“I get it. You play the dumb card or the asshole card to get out of expressing any kind of emotion.” Bam. Direct hit.
You can still get hurt.” “Maybe that’s what I want.”
“So you know, I don’t give a shit about the gay thing.” He drops his voice. “The last person I had sex with was a guy.”
I pretend to draw a halo over my head. “I am a sweet, innocent angel.” “You were eye fucking my ass.” I shrug. “Again, it’s a nice ass.”
His words hit me right in the face. “Your parents are dead?” “He didn’t tell you?” “He said they weren’t around. I assumed he meant they worked a lot.” Coach Dalton blinks at the opposite wall. “Normally Asher tells everyone. He shoves it in people’s faces like he’s forcing them to pity us.” Pity? No. Asher isn’t the type to want pity. Though I’m definitely feeling something similar toward him right now. “Or … like he’s trying to make them hurt the way he is.” Coach Dalton’s head snaps toward me. “You think that’s it?” “I have no idea. I barely know Asher.”
Asher Dalton just gained a new best friend. Whether he wants it or not.
Kole’s head pops up from a table near the door as I enter, and … whoa. Kole’s wearing glasses. Black, square ones that frame his eyes, and all my blood flows south. If you’d asked me two seconds ago if I had a nerd kink, the answer would have been hell no, because someone like Foster’s boyfriend, Zach, would have come to mind. But this … tall, chiseled features, and glasses? I’ve found my new weakness.
I want to argue with him that it’s not so much fun, but telling him that hurting makes me feel alive is probably not that much better.
“You’re not going to win if you guys can’t gel.” “I know that, but he’s a dick.” “Oh, and you’re a pure ray of sunshine?” “Exactly.” Kole pats my shoulder. “Keep thinking that, buddy.”
Asher’s doing that usual thing where he ignores everyone, even as Dad lists, in great detail, everything he did wrong out there. He just takes it. In front of the whole team.
“This better work. Because if they kill each other, your dad will kill me, and then my boyfriend will dig me up and kill me again for leaving him.”
“What about emotionally unavailable guys who treat people like shit? Because I’m that too. Don’t pigeonhole me, dude.”
And they’re all in suits. Hot men in suits are my weakness. Wait, hot men in general are my weakness.
I snort, because the idea of falling for Asher is actually ridiculous. “Guys with the emotional range of a trash can really are hard to resist.” “I’m a total catch.” He cups my jaw. “We’re basically playing with fire here.” “What if I promise not to fall in love with you? Then will you let me suck your dick?”
The power dynamic of being in a submissive position while holding all the cards really does it for me. I could pull away, I could stop, or I could go all in if I wanted to, and he doesn’t get a say. All he can do is stand there at my mercy.
but before I can get my dick out, Asher swats my hand away. “Don’t you dare. That’s mine.”
As soon as I have Kole to his feet, I spin him around and push him down on my bed. I have every intention of returning the favor because holy shit, my reward deserves a reward. Kole Hogan knows how to suck a dick.
I get to touch Asher again. My fingers dip down into his jeans until they run through his pubes. “Tell me to stop.” He whines. Actually whines. He tries to look around the corner toward the door again, but he can’t from where he is.
I quickly cover his mouth with my free hand as I squeeze his dick tighter. “Fuck you’re hard,” I breathe against his ear. “Bet you’re so close, aren’t you? Bet you love this, the thought of being caught.” His groan hits my palm as I increase the pace. “Anyone could walk in and see this. See how hard you are for me.” I press my erection into his thigh. “Better make it fast, Asher. I want to see you come for me.”
In my defense, he’s really pretty when he’s not scowling, and—oh, who am I kidding, he’s hot when he scowls too. But more importantly … his dick. Yes, that’s the most important part of this whole thing.
“Damn, the future doc has skills,” I call out. “I could skate circles around you, hotshot,” Kole taunts.
wants it that my dick goes from half-mast this-is-hot-but-bearable to Houston-we-have-a-problem.
“You. Are. A dick.” “No, you want to see my dick.” I grin. “There’s a difference.”
Only a few hours to go. Until Asher is inside me. Goddamn it, where’s a cold shower when you need one?
“You can go out with whoever you want.” As long as their name starts with A and ends in sher.
“Depends on what you’re planning to do with it,” I say cautiously. Kole leans in and nips my earlobe. “Anything you’re comfortable with. I could get down on my knees for you. Jerk you off. Rut against you until we both leave a big mess.” I shudder. I want all of that.
Kole breathes heavily as he rasps out, “I want you to suck my dick while you finger fuck me. I want you to find that spot inside me and press against it over and over again until I almost fall apart. I want to get so close to the edge that I think it’s past the point of no return, but at the last second, right before I think I’m going to come, you’ll pull your fingers out of me and fill me up with your huge—”
“I’ll flip you over and do the same to you,” he finishes. And fuck! I have to bite my lip to stop the long moan of release as my dick erupts between us.
“Oh, shit. I didn’t think you’d like that idea that much.” Kole moves against me once more. His muscles are coiled tight as he stiffens in my arms. He’s better at staying quiet while he comes than I am.
and the sounds falling from him are positively sinful. And loud.
I try for a laugh. I really do. In fact, I think it starts as a laugh, but then all at once, it collapses into uncontrollable sobs. Kole doesn’t hesitate. He steps into my arms, which only breaks the dam, and buckets of tears fall from my eyes. “I’m here,” he whispers. “We can talk, I can just hold you … whatever. Just let it all out.” Apparently, my body thinks that’s a brilliant idea. I soak Kole’s shirt with snot and tears—so sexy—but I can’t stop it. I’m not even trying anymore. For the first time since my father and stepmother died, I let go of everything I’ve thought I needed to hold on
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“I wished it was me,” I mumble. “What?” “When Dad and June died, I wished it was me.” Kole’s arms tighten around me. “Oh, Asher.”
“You want my brutally honest advice?” “Always.” “You’re both fucked.”
“You’re infuriating.” “You like me anyway.” “Asher—” “Go out with me,” I say. He steps back again. “What?” “Date me.” “You’re not the dating type.”
From a week of nothing to something so … claimy, I’d loved it.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs against my skin. “And you’re mine. All mine.”
“Kole …” He cards his fingers through my hair and tugs me up to look at him. A weighted silence passes between us before he whispers one word. “Mine …” I nod. “I’m yours.”
It was torture to sit through that game and then clearing out the locker room, when all I could picture was fucking my boyfriend. Bare.
“Did you mean what you said yesterday? About getting tested.” Asher’s lust-filled stare shoots to mine, and it’s clear he knows where I’m going with this. “Three weeks ago. After the whole condom issue …” “I got the all clear at the end of summer. You’re the only one I’ve been with since.” “You going to fuck me bare, Kole?” I’ll take his taunting tone as a yes. I pull him up against me and slip his jacket from his shoulders as my lips find his ear. “I want you to feel every inch of me.” “Yes …”
“So you’re the one who broke the porch gutters.” The deep, authoritative voice almost makes me shit myself. Coach Hogan is back. Oh goodie.
“Really not going to say anything, huh?” he finally asks. Rossi looks over. “What, are we supposed to act surprised?” “You knew?” The four of them exchange looks, and Simms cocks his head. “Wait, did you guys think you were subtle?” “Well, yeah.” Don’t they realize how painful it’s been to keep our hands to ourselves? “Let’s review,” Rossi says, clearly amused. “Asher waits for you after every practice, you arrive together, you study together, you share a room at away games—where you really could try to be more quiet, by the way—West treats Kole like another brother, Coach can’t look at Asher
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“I really love you,” I breathe. “Yeah, Kole.” He clears his throat. “I really love you too.”
No one’s ever been there for me the way he is.
I lean in and whisper in his ear. “How long do you think we should stay for the game?” “You want to leave in the middle of it? You. Mr. Hockey.” “You’re more important to me than hockey. I’m desperate for you.”
When we get back to the hotel and I lay him out beneath me, I can see this. Us. For the rest of my life.
