Friendzone Hockey (Heartbreak Hockey #4)

Chapter 26

Chapter

Twenty-Six

NOW

Stacey

W e’re … naked. And in the most intimate of positions. Dash’s head is on my chest, his leg wrapped around me, our spent cocks rested against the other’s. I totally wore him out last night. What a luxury it is to have his chest rising and falling in sync with mine.

There’s a whole lot of shuffling and whispering voices outside the bedroom door.

“Go in there.”

“No, you go in there.”

“No fucking way am I walking in on my brother after a hookup.”

“His hookup is Dash. We’ve seen them both naked in the locker room a hundred times.”

“Not the fucking same, dude.”

The voices are my brother, Dirk, and Jack. What’s Jack doing here so early in the morning?

I’m left with two choices. Threatening them upon penalty of death if they dare come in here and see us like this, or cover us up. Both options risk waking Dash. The doorknob twists—too late—I grab for the blanket and do my best to hide our private bits.

Nobody’s wearing shirts, but everyone’s wearing hats. Sweat slicks my skin, and Dash’s hair is wet with it. It’s gonna be a hot one today. Maybe I’ll push all of them into the pool at Kits Beach.

Dash stirs, and I glare murder at them.

“We know you hate us right now, but we’re dying out there. You guys just fucking left and then we didn’t hear from you until we heard from you, if you know what we mean,” Jack says.

Yeah. Dash and I were kinda loud. I was hard to control last night.

Dash blinks the sleep from his eyes. “Stace? Where are—holy fuck!” He clings to me until his brain understands it’s just our yahoo crew at the door. Him clinging to me’s not so bad, though. Especially now that I can do what I really want to him.

I don’t care who’s present. I intend on waking him with a kiss every morning for the rest of our lives. I turn his face and plant my lips on his. “Want me to flay them alive, sweetheart?”

Dash chases my lips when I pull away, so I give him another kiss. “I say we give ‘em a pass today because they can’t help themselves, but if it happens again, off with their heads.”

“You hear that? Your lives are spared. Now get the fuck out.”

Newsflash, they don’t get the fuck out.

“D’awww. I knew they’d be the most adorable couple ever,” Jack says.

“I can’t even be grossed out right now,” Casey says. “I’m so fucking happy for them.”

The bed depresses with Dirk’s heavy ass, and I mentally make plans to whisk Dash away to the most remote place in existence. Are they doing tours to Pluto, yet?

Dash is right, though. They’re just excited, and I guess I can find it in my heart to forgive their excitement, so long as Dash is covered up. I do a quick scan and adjust the blankets a bit more to cover his ass.

“Soooo, tell us everything,” Dirk says.

“Can we get dressed first?” Dash pleads. “I love you, Dirk, but not as much as I love pants on when I’m talking to you.”

“You heard him. Out, out, everybody out ,” I say.

“Wow, Dash. You’ve got a Doberman of your own,” Casey says.

“Out!”

They mulishly make their way out, letting the delicious scent of bacon waft in when they open the door. Someone’s out there making breakfast.

Dash laughs into my chest.

“What?”

“You’re both everything I expected as a boyfriend and not at all. A lot more protective.”

He called me his boyfriend.

I might be a tad overboard, but I’m sure it’ll wear off, like, when we’re eighty or something. “Is it okay?”

“I love it,” he says. “And I love you, Alderchuck.”

My insides melt. I don’t remember how to breathe. His hand moves over my abs and around to my ass, grabbing it like it’s a peach. I cup his face in my hands.

“I fall in love with you for a new reason every day. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life falling in love with you on an endless loop,” I promise him.

D ash eats breakfast from my lap. It might be the only place he eats breakfast from now on. He made one plate big enough for both of us and planted himself there. He feeds me bacon and eggs while I feed him pieces of pancake dipped in maple syrup. There’s lots of kissing in between bites. I can’t stop staring at him, rendered speechless by the giant feeling in my chest. The one that feels too big to have a real hold on.

Our breakfast is prepared by Chef Sutter, who’s shirtless like the rest of the gang, a red bandana tied around his silky black hockey hair, all his tattoos visible, and a white dishtowel slung over his left shoulder.

“You cook, Sutter?” I ask. I saw him as an order-in-only kind of guy.

He raises his brows like I’m the crazy one. “You think my full-blooded Italian mom’s gonna let me get away without knowing how to cook? I don’t think so. Your brother’s funny, kitten.”

Dash lifts a slice of bacon to my mouth. I grip his hand, inhale the bacon, and suck the grease off his fingers.

“They gonna be like this all fucking day?” Sutter asks.

“I’ve walked in on you railing Casey over that counter—where we prepare food—more times than I ever needed to, Sutter,” my man says. “You can put up with us.”

“Fair,” he says, pursing his lips. “Our idea might help with the growing number of couples in the group anyway. Should we tell them, kitten?”

“Tell us what?” Not sure I like the serious tone.

“I was gonna move in with Sutter, but we end up here more than we do at his, so we thought maybe we buy a big house together. One in the Southlands so we could be closer to the Meyers? It won’t work forever, but we all travel so much for hockey it might be fun. We’ve outgrown this place, but I’m not ready to let go of what we have.”

“I love the idea. What do you think, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m in. I’m not ready to move on from our found family either. Dirk?”

“Um, yeah. Yeah. I like the idea,” he says.

Then what’s all that hesitation in his tone? I lift a brow. He shakes his head. Whatever I hear, Casey doesn’t.

“Sweet, y’hear that, Jackie? You’re getting new neighbors.”

“I can’t wait to tell Merc. A new pack of brats close to him, just what he’s always wanted,” Jack says, heavy on the sarcasm.

“Shouldn’t we find a place first?” I ask. I was looking last season, but those places aren’t likely to be available anymore in this market.

“We found one,” Sutter says, tossing a grape into the air, catching it in his mouth. “We can have it before the season starts.”

Huh. They’ve been busy.

I pull Dash closer. I never dreamed it was gonna feel like this. I wanna hang onto it forever. I’m gonna hang onto him forever too. And as much as I love our family, I want them to go away.

“Do you wanna see it first, Stace?” Casey asks.

“Dash said he’d be there. I don’t care if it’s infested with mice.” Dash’s smile brightens. “Do you need to see it, sweetheart?”

He shakes his head. “Um, what you said. You’ll be there, we’ll figure it out.” Our foreheads rest together.

“Can’t believe I’m still not grossed out yet,” Casey says. “Dirk?”

“I’m grossed out already. Everyone’s too sappy.”

“No, not that. The house. Do you need to see it?”

“Not really, but uh, Hunter might want to.”

“Okay, kitten, we have work to do. Let’s give the lovebirds space,” Sutter says, taking charge and coming in clutch for us.

Dash’s eyes widen in my direction because, yeah, Sutter doing all that? I guess he does organize children at camp every summer, but the Sutter we’re used to is the barbarian on the ice who can’t keep his hands off my brother.

But I get it now. I’m responsible, the fact that I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands off Dash for a long time doesn’t change that.

T he front door shuts. I think I’m gonna attack Dash and sink my cock into him immediately, but he kiboshes those plans when he struts his ass over to my bedroom, a place I know zero sexual activities are taking place. No matter. I can toss him over my shoulder again. I fully intend to do just that, but then he’s in my closet. I halt beside him with my arms crossed.

“Wha’cha doin’, sweetheart?”

“Aha, here it is.” He pulls one of my lighter cotton plaid shirts from its hanger and hands it to me. “Make sure you roll the sleeves up to your biceps.”

My forehead wrinkles into my hairline. “Are you dressing me?”

“Yep. Biceps, don’t forget.” He spins and heads out of the room.

What the…? I follow him to his with the shirt in hand. We’re in his closet now. He finds a T-shirt, which used to be one of mine.

“What are we doing? You’re not supposed to get dressed, I want you undressed.” I toss the shirt onto his bed and tug him to me by the waistband of his shorts.

“I want that, but later.”

“Later? Dash, what could be so important that we have to address it right now?”

“Dirk. He’s up to something, and I want to know what.”

“You caught that too, huh?”

“We’ve known each other since we were five. Whatever’s going on, I only missed it because I was too obsessed with my own love life. Now that my life’s sorted out, it’s time to meddle in his.”

I laugh, trapping him in my arms from behind. “We can’t meddle in his life.”

“Yes, we can. He meddles in mine all the time. Turnabout’s fair play.”

I can’t argue with that. Our group’s toxic trait is that we meddle when we think one of us needs it.

“And if he gives us reason to, we insert ourselves, but not before.” I drag him over to the bed. He’s a willing victim. The bed bounces with his weight, and I work on divesting him of his shorts, tugging, and then slowly sliding them down his legs. I trail soft kisses down his calf as I loop his shorts off his ankle, pressing more kisses into every toe.

He shivers.

“Dirk was wearing a shirt the other day. I thought it looked familiar, but I couldn’t place it. It hit me—it’s Dad’s Creed concert T-shirt. I think my brain short-circuited at the idea that someone other than Dad would be wearing that shirt, and it didn’t compute then.”

I kiss his sole. “So?” I murmur into it. “Maybe he spilled something on one of his so Trav lent it to him.”

“Wildly unlikely. It’s more likely he accidentally put it on in a rush, but fine. Let’s say that’s the reason. I went up to Dad’s apartment to talk to him about you, and Dirk was up there helping him move a dresser he was selling on Marketplace.”

“But … your dad never gets rid of anything.”

“Exactly. After that, they were plain weird. Dad asked him to stay to help with the dresser, but ‘help with the dresser’ was starting to sound like code.”

“You don’t think they’re…?”

“It’s not enough to prove anything, but it’s enough to raise fucking suspicion, which is why I want to follow him. Either way, they’re both acting weird.”

“Not gonna lie, that’s a fucking tempting lead to follow, but Dashie, there’s nothing more tempting in the world than you.”

He’s naked under his shorts. I told him when he put them on that he wouldn’t need boxers today. My ministrations affect him, sending blood flow to his beautiful cock.

“L-Losing my interest, too, baby.”

“I love it when you call me baby.” I rip my shorts off. My cock’s ready for him, but as much as I’d love to plow into him, I wanna take my time more.

I kneel on the bed, his hand curls around the back of my neck. It’s like we’ve been doing this for a thousand years instead of just one night. We move with each other’s tides. I know what he wants without him saying it.

I just like hearing him say it.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“Kiss me till I can’t see straight, Stace.”

“I’m gonna do a helluva lot more than that, but we’ll start there.” I circle his heavy nuts. He lets out a little whimper. Then I slide my hand up his body, mapping him under my fingers until I reach his throat. My lips descend, my tongue plunges inside, twisting with his, taking up residency, permanently.

My hard cock bounces against him, forgotten, as I lose myself to kissing him. If I’d known he tasted this good, I would have lost my resolve ages ago. Our kisses become hurried as the fire between us builds. I nip at his lip, sounds of sucking and panting fill the air.

“That what you wanted?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Now what?” I know exactly what I want to do to him. My mind’s had years to dream up too many depraved fantasies, but sex is an area we’ve only talked a little about. I know some things he’ll like, but I want to know everything.

Plus, the adorable, embarrassed blush he gets when I make him say it is too hard for a sadist like me to resist.

“You’re gonna make me say it?” he says, trying to get out of it with his big brown doe eyes. Those are gonna be a problem.

“Tell me, or you don’t come.”

“Fuck, what’s wrong with me? I love it when you talk like that.” His lip pouts. “Fine. I want you to make me beg for you.”

He tries to hide his face. I don’t let him. “That’s so good, sweetheart, because know what I wanna do? Tease you till you’re crying for my cock.”

“Holy fuck, Alderchuck.”

I lean over so I’m close to his ear. I’m pretty sure about the answer to my next question, but I’m asking anyway. “You like it when I spank you,” I murmur.

Gooseflesh breaks out over his skin. “Fuck. Yeah. So, so, much.”

“God, you’re so fucking perfect for me.” I reach down to give his cock a few strokes. He’s already leaking for me, the head of his cock is an arousing shade of purple. His mouth tastes divine, but his dick tastes even better.

I dive down, swallowing him whole. Fuck. We didn’t shower this morning, and he still smells like all the sex we had last night. His body tenses as he peals off a long moan, fingers digging into my mop of curls.

“Yeah, Stace. Like that—I fucking love that.”

He’s coming out of his shell a bit, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was … “Are you bein’ shy with me, Dash Nolan?” I had to pop my mouth off his dick to say that. It hangs, dripping with my saliva. I can’t resist using my thumb to toy with it.

Dash takes a hitched breath, unable to ignore what I’m doing to him. “O-Of course, I am.”

“We’ve known each other a hundred years.” I haven’t even thought about bein’ shy once, but it’s fucking adorable that he is.

“But this is new territory. What if … Stace? Ugh, I don’t even wanna say it.”

“What if we don’t work out as lovers? What if this is just a lesson in curiosity?”

His eyes well up. “Yeah.”

I get it. Just because we’ve had a wild night of amazing sex, just because we’re crazy for each other, that doesn’t mean we’ll work out. Relationships are more than sex and chemistry.

“We’re gonna be fine. You know why?” I let go of his cock and plant myself on my side next to him, yanking him to me by his leg.

“Why?”

“I’m not gonna let us end. Now that you’re finally mine, I’m keeping you mine. You already know I don’t shy away when things get hard.”

He nods. “You’re right—you never have. I don’t know why I even had the thought. I think, over the last few weeks, I was given a hard glimpse, and I know what losing you—almost losing you—feels like.”

“Oh, sweetheart. You would never have lost me.”

“You know what I mean, Stacey.”

I do. Because I got that same glimpse. It was a brand-new fear unlocked.

“We came so close to … and it would have been all my fucking fault … and … and …”

Dash has always responded to touch—my touch—more than words. I bury my head into the crook of his neck and nibble there while I dig my fingers so hard into his ass cheek, he’ll have no choice but to feel me.

He closes his eyes. Soon enough, he’s letting out little breathy pants, clinging to my neck, hands sunk into my hair. “Own me, Stacey. Make my body yours as much as my heart is. I wanna feel it. Wanna carry you with me.”

“Your wish, my fucking command.”

First, I stroke his cock, lathing it in my leftover saliva. I stroke slow and then fast, fascinated with the way his breathing changes as his orgasm builds.

“You’re so damn beautiful. Especially when you’re this fucking aroused.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I squeeze harder, pulling a cry from him, stroke him some more, until his breaths come so fast they’ll be burning his lungs.

Then I release him.

“Stacey!”

I chuckle. “Problem, sweetheart?”

“I was gonna come so hard.”

“You were? I had no idea.” It’s not easy to ignore his pout—another thing that’s already a problem for me—but I manage, reaching for the lube on the bedside table and a condom.

“Are you gonna fuck me, now?”

“I’d love to, but unfortunately, I can’t.”

“Whhhhy?”

“Haven’t heard any begging.”

He groans. “Why did I tell you that? Oh, I know. Because I thought you were my nice friend Stacey who I’ve known forever.”

“Not in bed, I’m not,” I say, pushing a finger between his cheeks, feeling for his little pucker. It’s already a little moist. “Now spread your legs like a good boy and show me where my cock belongs.”

“Fuck.”

Dash obeys, opening his legs, offering himself to me.

“Show me.”

Two of his fingers dip down, rubbing over his plush pucker. It’s the prettiest shade of pink. A winking star. I give him some lube, drizzling it into his crease. He toys with it some more, biting his damn lip, teasing one finger inside to the first knuckle.

“H-Here. Your cock goes in here. Only here, ever again,” he underlines so forcefully that electricity sizzles through me.

I love that I won’t be the only possessive one in this relationship. “Only me, ever again,” I confirm. “I’m gonna fuck your ass so hard, Dashie, and you’re gonna take it, but not until you’re needy enough. Keep playing, that’s it.”

His other hand twists into the sheets as the frustration builds. I push his right knee to his chest, so he’s splayed before me. My cock’s aching, wondering why I’m being such a stubborn ass. I want us both so fucking needy that we’re feral.

I’m pretty close. Watching him play with himself’s doing things to me. Plus it’s Dash, my Dash. Everything about him’s mine now. I already claimed him with my cock last night.

“Stroke yourself, sweetheart. Dip your finger all the way inside, get yourself lubed up for me.”

Dash’s cheeks flush. He’s on display for me and he knows it. He makes himself cry out when his finger sinks deep enough, and the stroking has his hips rocking in time with the motions.

“Please, baby. Please fill me so full.”

My resolve is razor thin. “Hands on the bed.”

I make him stay like that, spreading his cheeks open, twisting two thick fingers inside. His greedy ass eats them, disappearing into nothing every time I pump them in and out of him. He makes croak-y groaning noises as his orgasm builds.

I squeeze his nuts.

“Stace!”

“No coming yet.”

“Fuck, I know,” he groans, slackening his muscles in utter resignation. I almost feel sorry for him.

Kneeling closer, I settle my cock between his cheeks, rubbing it back and forth over his hole. He whimpers and pleads and threatens my manhood, but quickly realizes that’s counterproductive.

“Just … please. Put it in me, baby. I’ve been so good.”

Maybe he shouldn’t find out how dick whipped I am? Think it’s too late for that one, though. He gives me the eyes, the ones I cave to every time.

I lean over to suck a fat hickey onto his neck, right where everyone can see it, as I ease my cock into his pucker, enjoying the automatic clench as it’s suctioned inside. “This what you wanted?”

“Mhmm.”

It’s hard to believe this is real. Guess I’m reeling in a different way than Dash is. It does feel a bit like I might open my eyes, and all this will have been a dream. It’s happened plenty of times over the years.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.” I punctuate that with a smack to the side of his ass. I pull back and thrust hard until my hips are flush with his backside. And then I do exactly what he asked—what he begged me to do. I use him hard, working him over more than anything we’ve done on the ice, bringing him to the edge, backing off, spreading him until his muscles shake.

Wet sounds squelch in time with the spring of the mattress. Dash begs until his throat is hoarse. As much as I want to let him come, his needs come first. Dash needs to feel what we feel after a hard practice. A practice that’s broken down and reformed our muscles. The bone-deep soreness, the exhaustion born from utter devotion.

Dash’s brain, heart, and body are three separate things. I’ve won over the first two, but his body needs to feel me.

I flip him over and sink right back into him, digging my fingers into his hips. I feast on his neck between fucking him senseless and turning his head so I can kiss him.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d show you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re mine. This body’s mine. Everything about you is fucking mine.”

I shove his leg up, so I can sink deeper.

His prostate’s ultra-sensitive by this point, even the lightest slides of my cock pull pleasure-filled cries from him. It’s a good thing everyone’s gone. I don’t want them hearing those screams from him. I wasn’t thinking about it last night, but I am now. The new house will need soundproofing.

I turn him over again, I want to see his face when he comes. He’s my beautiful ragdoll by this point, moving into whatever position I arrange him in, but still enough lungs on him to demand what he wants.

“If you’re not gonna let me come, Alderchuck, have the fucking decency to go harder. Harder. ”

“Your wish…”

I roll my hips, slapping against his with bruising force, until he can’t get the words out.

“Can I … can I please, Stacey?”

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

Dash lets go. I’ll never look at anything as magnificent as Dash coming ever again. He catches on the pleasure, frozen in time when all his muscles tense. I grip his cock, stroking him, pumping my hips into him slowly as I brace with my other hand over the top of him, and give him what I hope is the best orgasm of his life.

His face, the sheer eroticism of the moment, him fucking squeezing my cock mercilessly, I can’t hold back anymore. A blinding, nerve-shattering jolt of electricity sings through me. My cock—that’s definitely living its best life—releases shots of warm cum, filling the rubber it’s confined in.

Dash’s stomach’s painted with his. I don’t care. I roll us and pull him on top of me, holding his lips hostage, kissing him roughly, sweetly, hungrily.

Yeah, I’m not done with you. This mouth is mine till further notice.

We make out like we should have ages ago, enjoying how the other tastes, coating ourselves in his cum. I’m still inside him.

Eventually, our human condition forces us to come up for air. He collapses on top of me.

“Wow. Just … wow,” he murmurs against my chest. He toys with my nipple.

“That help?”

“Yeah, fuck, Stace. I can feel you when my heart beats. All the places you carved yourself into me.”

“Mission accomplished.”

“Do I make you feel like this, too? Like your heart is gonna seize? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t, but I’ve never felt?—”

“I do. I feel the same way, but for me, you’re the murmur of my world, the space between every heart beat.” I lace my fingers with his and close my eyes, looking for him by feel rather than sight, latching onto the brightness of his energy in the air.