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Aleks, now planted in his chair, turns and looks up at me with big eyes. “I’d have your babies.” And I’m assuming that was meant to be quiet, but he fucking shouts it.
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He doesn’t look away. Just stares. And this shivery sort of awareness runs through me. “Zing,” he whispers before passing out.
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and if I thought an almost naked Aleksander Emerson was a sight for the spank bank, it’s nothing on him skating, lightning speed, in full padding.
“I gotta go. You better watch me.”
“Why the fuck do you think I’m here?”
“Did I see the firemen guys in the stands?” he asks.
“Yep.”
“Ah. Is that why you’re playing so shit? Because your future h...
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“Excuse me, it’s future father of my babies. I’m never getting married...
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Then he gives me an absolutely heart-stopping smile. Damn, little hockey player.
I never thought I’d find a professional jock cute.
Before I know it, Oskar charges into my kitchen and brings back a lighter. “I know how you can see Gabe again.” He lights it.
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He’s the first guy who’s ever gotten under my skin after one meeting. The only man to send a shiver of want down my spine.
That one kiss is seared into my memory bank as the hottest kiss that was cut off way too quickly.
I hate it because when he fucks with me again, it’s gonna hurt. But watch me walk right into the fire anyway.
“I can’t wait until you’re ready for me to give you everything. For me to move inside you. To have you on your knees.”
“I’m going to turn you inside out, wreck you, and still have you begging for more.”
Aleks’s smile gets super big at that. It sets off these fun little butterflies in my gut
“Don’t worry, hockey player. You’ll get to experience me again. And, if I’m lucky, again and again and again and again. We’re nowhere near done making you comfortable with another dick yet.”
Somehow, I think Gabe’s going to make all my first experiences worth the wait.
“I’ll suck your cock like a goddamn lollipop, and between my tongue on your balls and my finger up your ass, you won’t know which way is up.”
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“For you, I could make an exception.” And I don’t even think I’m joking.
“How did that beautiful man’s face get so messed up?” “Cats. Also, you think he’s beautiful?” “I have eyes. Even as a straight man, I can appreciate a hunk.” Give me things baby bisexuals say for five hundred!
“I think I’ve never been jealous of a dog before.” He licks my earlobe. “How long until you can get out of here so I can lick you in other places?”
Considering how many hits I take on the ice and never once got turned on by it, it’s amazing how much I’m enjoying Gabe manhandling me.
Holy fuck. Those words. His mouth is filthy, and I love it.
“You have no idea how hot you look down there, staring at my cock like it’s your last fucking meal.”
He’s fucking amazing.
I’m not sure if it’s a man thing or a Gabe-specific thing, but that was so fucking hot. Hands down the best sex I’ve ever had. And I want to do it again.
Thanks to him, I’m more than ready. For anything.
I want more. More of him. More of us. I just want … more.
I’ll treat my forever like a goddamn king because if I’m going to spend my life with someone, it’s going to be someone I genuinely like.
So the question remains: do I like him so much that I’d stand by and wait for him, hoping he’ll come back to me?
“That little hockey player is under my skin. Think you can teach me about the game?”
Gabe Crosby might be the death of me.
I’m falling for him.
The second-last thing I want is to be holding out on him. But the very last thing I want is to lose him. I just wish I had the balls to tell him that.
“You’re falling for me?”
“I’m trying really hard not to think about it, if I’m honest.”
My voice drops to a whisper. “Thi...
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