Iced Out (Leighton U, #1)

by C.E. Ricci

A win only belongs to the team that earns it.”

His lips curl back into a sneer. “Oh, suck my dick. Fucking douche.” I smirk and lean into him, allowing our proximity to work in my favor. “Whip it out. I’ll drop to my knees right here and now. Best head you’ll ever get, guaranteed.”

I might hate the guy on principle, but he’s a sexy motherfucker if I’ve ever seen one. Believe me, I’ve done my best not to notice too.

I’m trapped, completely at his mercy. And he knows it. “Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.”

“Fuck, this is a pretty sight,” I mutter, my hips giving small thrusts every time his mouth descends over my length. “Had I known this was the best way to get you to shut up, I would have suggested it years ago.”

“But get your head on straight for tomorrow’s game, and maybe you’ll get a repeat.”

“So you thought it was good, huh?” He doesn’t turn around; just flips the bird over his shoulder and keeps walking away.

“Superstitions are pretty much the only thing I take as seriously as hockey. And this could be my last season. Yours too. I just wanna come out on top.” Or bottom. If he’d prefer it that way.

“I can tell you’re frustrated. Believe me, I am too. You drive me fucking insane, and most of the time, not in a good way. But what better way than to work it out on each other? I’ll even let you go first. Whatever you want.” I run my lips over the pulse point on his throat, just below his jaw as I work my way over to his ear. “I bet you’d like to fuck my face, for real this time. And you can.

I’ll get down on my knees for you, here and now, if you say yes.”

“Just make sure you don’t go falling in love with me.” I scoff. “A little hard when I’m already in hate with you.” “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Mmm,” I hum, the rumble coming from deep within my chest. “Disappointing because you look good enough to eat.” “Glad to know you really are attracted to me.” He chuckles. “I was worried there for a second.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, anchoring my fist in his hair as I explore his throat. “What the hell are you doing to me?” “I don’t know, but believe me, the feeling’s mutual.”

“Is it weird to say I’ve missed you?” I grin before moving to capture his bottom lip between my teeth. “You’ve been with me almost all day.”

“You’re in quite the rush.” “Mmm,” he hums, wrapping his hand around my shaft. “Worshiping properly takes time. I’m not looking to waste any.”

Quinton has this air about him, making it almost impossible to not smile or laugh in his presence. He’s like…fucking sunshine sometimes.

God, those fucking dimples. They do something stupid to my brain. Short circuit it or something. Plus, his smile and laugh, a killer combination not many people could withstand. Or maybe it’s just…him. Everything about him.

“You watch me get dressed?” My lips quirk, and I lean in closer, my mouth inches from his. “No. I watch you get undressed.”

His head drops against my shoulder and he lets out a soft, husky laugh that...hell. It does everything for me. Fries my nervous system, short circuiting my brain enough to make our rivalry seem like a thing of the past. Because I wanna hear it again. Just like this.

“You want them to see you for who you really are? Then you make them. At every turn, you take the version of you they want and you toss it out the window to get left in the dust. Because there’s nothing more important than being the person you want to be.”

“I never wanted for anything.” Except, from the way he says it, there’s one thing he did want. Desperately, it seems. Love. And it breaks my fucking heart to pieces.

“Because whether or not you want to admit it,” he whispers, fingers inching closer and closer to my dick. “I’m your favorite kind of distraction.” He’s right, he’s become my favorite distraction. And he’s also correct in assuming there’s no way in hell I’d ever own up to it.

I love that damn mouth of his almost as much as I love him.

I love him.

Falling in love wasn’t part of the deal. Hell, I was the one who went and told him not to fall in love with me, yet here I am doing exactly that.

Every person on this planet has to live with the choices they make and suffer the consequences of them too.

The problem here is…I can’t live with mine. Because it means living without him.

I didn’t know that I would care about what Braxton did or didn’t do because I didn’t know I would fall in love with you.”

“That’s the most fucked up part of it all, though. There you were, from the beginning, telling me not to fall in love with you. But I did anyway. And if I’d listened to you, this wouldn’t hurt nearly as much. Because it does hurt, knowing you don’t trust me. Knowing I don’t deserve your trust anymore.”

“I love you too,” I say, bringing my mouth to his ear. “I love you so fucking much.”

I’ve never once in my life thought the word adorable while looking at him, but I’ll be damned if the sight doesn’t make my heart twist into knots.

I could devour him where I stand, no amount of fucks given about indecent exposure. I’m high on the win. On life. On him.

At this amazing, beautiful man who loves with every inch of himself. Who loves me with every fiber of his being.

“Whose roommates are we keeping up tonight?”

He’s my jackass, though, even after all the shit I put him through last year, and that’s what’s important.

“You know, I really fucking hate you sometimes.” He laughs that smooth, satin laugh of his, squeezing me against his chest even tighter than he was moments ago. “I know, baby. I love you too.”