Spinning to the Goal (Desert Ice Hockey #4)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ACE

A fter a nice but quick meal at a nearby Starbucks, I dropped off Zoma with the promise to pick him up for the Halloween festivities at The Club on Mill after our game on Saturday. I parked in the driveway at the squad house and stepped through the front door with my costume bag in my hand. I had to call Todd back and find out more about this mess with the Red Wings. Having Zoma right there when he called had been awkward as fuck.

Myles sat at the dinette, leaning over his laptop, tapping a mechanical pencil to the side of his head. He looked up. “Hey, how’d it go at the costume place? Can I see it?”

“No, you may not see it. You’ll see it plenty on Saturday.” I dropped the bag at the entrance to the bedroom hallway. Good God, was I going to be teased, and I didn’t want it starting now.

“Fine, be a jerk.” He twisted his lips, his gaze diving into his laptop.

“That’s it? You’re not going to fight me?” I dropped onto the chair next to his, my phone burning a hole in the pocket of my joggers. Todd could wait a little longer.

Twisting his lips, he said, “No, I’ll see it on Saturday with Tyler. It’ll be more fun to have him with me when we lay into you.” With a mischievous grin, his gaze swept to mine. “Is it sexy?”

“Zoma thinks it is.” I laid my forearms across the table, thinking about the brief thing Todd had said. “Hey, Myles, can I ask you something?”

“What?” With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair. “You okay?”

“I don’t know.” I rubbed my finger in a circle on the table. “I got a call from my agent today. He said the Red Wings staff want to meet me, maybe have me fly out for a day.” That’s as far as the conversation had gotten before Zoma had appeared. My gut tightened.

As his eyes grew wide, he said, “Seriously? Right on, Ace.” He slapped my shoulder. “Damn, you’re going to Detroit.”

“But what if I don’t want to? What if—” Fuck, was I crazy? “What if I’m falling in love with Zoma, and I don’t want to leave him?” I locked my gaze on his.

His brows fell and his lips parted. “You can’t turn this down for a guy, Ace. Jesus Christ, who the hell does that? I mean, Zoma is a great guy. But if you two are so in love, then you’ll find a way to work shit out.”

“But we haven’t said those words yet. It’s still so new.” I hung my head, letting out a long breath, my heart aching. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” And Zoma had been so happy today at the shop. Telling him would have ruined everything.

“You wanted to go to the Coyotes. Is there a chance in hell that’s going to happen? Maybe Archer can talk to his dad?” Myles closed his laptop and studied me.

“My agent says they’re happy with their goalie and they already have a good second they contracted last year. I missed my chance.” I clutched the fabric of my shirt over my chest. I’d be all alone out there without the squad and without Zoma. “I don’t want to go. Can I tell him I’m not interested?”

With his jaw dropping, he said, “No, Ace. This is hockey. It’s our life. We go where the contracts and the trades take us. You know that.” He grabbed my hand from the table and held it. “Who knows? If you do well in Detroit and make it known you want to come back here, the ’Yotes might take a look at you in a year or two, eh.” A wry grin spread over his lips. “Fucking Sampson might get injured and maybe their backup ends up sucking rubber when it’s the real deal. Shit happens.”

He lowered his face to peer into mine. “Shit happens with relationships too, man. You don’t know if things are going to work out with Zoma. Are you seriously thinking about throwing away everything you’ve worked for on a guy you met, what, a month ago?”

With a scoff, I twisted my head away from him. Zoma felt so fucking right, and I was only diving in deeper with him every time we were together, every phone call. “Yeah, you’re right.” I stood and squeezed his hand. “Thanks, man.” I knew what I had to do. “I’m going to go call my agent.”

“Okay, good luck. If there’s anything I can do, let me know, eh?” He wrinkled his brows, watching me amble toward the hallway.

“Thanks. You’ve already done it.” Along the way to my bedroom, I snatched my bag. Maybe I’d go out to Detroit and they wouldn’t want me. Fuck, how the hell was I supposed to explain this to Zoma? At what point was I going to lose him over this?

I threw my costume into the corner of my room, shut the door, and climbed onto my bed. With a deep, calming inhale, I called Todd and set my phone on speaker.

The phone rang once and picked up. “Ace, I’m glad you called me back today.”

“Yeah?” Skimming my fingers along my bedspread, I tensed my mouth. “So, tell me more about this Red Wing deal.” Now that Zoma wasn’t around, I could finally hear the whole thing.

“Mr. Neely really likes what he’s been seeing out of you,” he said.

“You said that already.” I huffed. He needed to get on with it.

“Okay, well, they want you to visit, maybe over the Thanksgiving break. They’re playing home games and you can meet the coaches and hit a few practices with the team. What do you say?”

I scowled. Shit. I’d made plans to meet Zoma’s family. Could this get any worse? “I guess. What if I turn this down?” The whole squad would probably kill me, but so what.

“Turn it down? Are you insane?” He huffed a sharp laugh. “Ace, if you do this, it’ll signal to the league that you’re ready. If nothing else, it’ll get some other teams interested in you.”

“The Coyotes?” I smirked. He had to be annoyed as hell with me bringing this up again.

“No, Ace. I’m thinking Bruins or maybe even the Blackhawks. They’ll all be looking at you,” he said.

“I have plans for Thanksgiving. I…” I rubbed my forehead. Should I tell him about Zoma? “I’m meeting my boyfriend’s family.”

“You what?” He scoffed. “When did you get a boyfriend?”

“Shit, I don’t know. A few weeks ago?” I winced. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.

“Where does his family live?” he asked.

“In Colorado Springs.” Why did he care? I clenched the hem of my shirt with my fist.

“Okay, so what if we fly you out of Colorado Springs on Friday, and you spend the weekend with the Red Wings?”

Todd was trying here. I had to give him that. My chest squeezed. This meant I’d have to tell Zoma about this. But I’d have a few weeks to figure out how. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Ace, I have to give them an answer. It doesn’t look good to keep them waiting.” His voice lowered.

“I know.” Fuck, I didn’t want to commit to this right now. But I didn’t have a choice. With a knot tying in my gut, I said, “Yeah, tell them I’ll come out there the Friday after Thanksgiving.”

“Good. I’ll take a look at flights and let you know what I find.” He blew out a long breath. “Ace, this’ll be good for you. It’s only the beginning, believe me.”

Maybe good for my career, but my heart? Not so much. I fixated on my phone, resting on my thigh. “Yeah, but if you could get something going with?—”

“The Coyotes. I know. If anything happens on that front, I’m on it. You have my word,” he said.

“Thank you, Todd.” I sagged my shoulders. He was a good guy. It wasn’t his fault the timing was off.

“You’re welcome. And, Ace? If you and this boyfriend of yours are meant to be, he’ll understand, and things will work out. You’re not the first client I’ve had who wanted to take their significant other along on their hockey journey, and I’m sure you won’t be the last.” He chuckled. “So don’t be afraid to talk to me about, uh, accommodations for him.”

My heart lifted a tiny bit. “Yeah?” I hadn’t thought of that. Todd could help us figure something out. But then, we weren’t at the point yet where I’d feel comfortable asking Zoma to follow me to the ends of the earth for my hockey career. “I’ll let you know. Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, and I’ll keep in touch.” He sighed. “Bye now.”

“Bye.” I ended the call, set my phone on my chest, and slid down into my bed, staring at my ceiling. How the hell was I going to tell Zoma about this? And when? Fuck me.

After losing Friday’s game against North Dakota and then picking up the win tonight, I’d dressed in my sexy, if you could call it that, cowboy outfit for Halloween. The guys were quiet in the house and probably waiting to ambush me as soon as I left my room. But it was time to pick up Zoma and time to face them.

I took one last look at myself in my dresser mirror, the black-and-white fake cowhide vest stretching across my bare chest and my dick and balls bulging in a white Speedo inside the matching chaps. I looked ridiculous. I chuckled, grabbed my black cowboy hat from my dresser, and slapped it to the top of my head. “Giddy-up.”

With a chortle, I flung the door open and strutted into the main room with an overnight bag in my hand. If I was going to look like this, I might as well own it.

Myles, dressed as a muscled Wonder Woman, along with fake eyelashes and red lipstick, jumped from the couch, a broad smile sweeping over his face. “Holy shit, look at you.” He pointed and cackled.

Tyler stood in the kitchen, downing a protein shake and wearing a scantily clad pirate outfit that showed off his chest and legs. He spat his shake onto the counter and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth. “Fuck, Ace, you’re one hot son of a bitch.” He wiped the counter with a paper towel. “Zoma sure knows how to dress you up.” He howled through a laugh.

“Yeah, whatever.” I pursed my lips as I strolled to the front door. He was probably just saying that to make me feel better. Fact was, I was only truly comfortable in my athletic gear or my ranching shit.

Jogging to the door, Myles swiped a lock of his black wig off his face. “Wait, Ace.” He grabbed my arm. “You look good, you really do.” His gaze met mine. “Are you going to talk to Zoma tonight about Detroit?”

Tyler rounded the kitchen island and strolled to us. “If you do and things go south, come find us.” He gave me a stern look. “You know we’ve got you, buddy.”

“Yeah, I know.” I hadn’t planned on saying anything to Zoma tonight. This was supposed to be a fun night. “But I’m not telling him tonight. I’m going to save it for a more sober time, you know?”

“Oh, right on.” Myles nodded. “Anyway, we’ll see you there.” He kissed my cheek.

Tyler side-hugged me. “Love you, man.”

“Yeah, love you both too.” I stepped out the door and to my truck, parked in the driveway. Why did Myles have to put that idea into my head? If I told Zoma while we were having a good time, maybe he’d take it better?

I climbed into my truck and threw my bag behind the seat. “Fuck no.” I wasn’t going to ruin the evening.

After driving to Zoma’s apartment, I strolled to his door. I couldn’t wait to see him in his outfit after what I’d witnessed in the dressing room. I knocked.

The door flew open, and Zoma stood there, the leopard print suit showing off all his slender muscles and exposing his chest and ripped abs. His hair was gelled to look messy, and he wore ears on his head. “Ace, oh my God, look at you.” He tented his fingers over his mouth, his gaze raking over me. “Fuck are you hot.” Glancing both ways, he snatched my arm and hauled me inside, slamming the door behind me.

I stumbled inside the entryway. “Yeah? You really think?—”

Claiming my mouth with his, he slapped his hands to my ass and ground his hot, swelling cock over mine between the thin fabrics of our costumes. His tongue glided over mine and fluttered with a moan. “I could fuck you so hard right now.” He panted against my cheek and peppered kisses and nibbles down my jaw. “You have no idea how much this turns me on.”

“Oh, I think I do.” Wrapping my arms around his waist, I rolled my hips into his, my dick tingling as it rubbed over his. “Are we getting off before we go?” As the side of my lips tugged, I met his mouth with a hungry kiss.

In a gravelly voice, he said, “I’d say yes, but Nova is on her way to The Club, and I told her I’d meet her outside.” He squeezed my ass. “God, why did I agree to that?” With a huff, he dragged himself off me and brushed a lock of hair from his lined and shadowed eyes.

“Shit, well, okay.” I sank my teeth into my lower lip, running my gaze over his stunning body, his solid dick pointing toward his hip bone. This was going to be one hell of a night. Too bad I hadn’t been smart enough to take the edge off with a quick jerk-off session at home before I’d gotten dressed.

With his gaze fixated on me, he grabbed my hand. “Come on. We better go before I change my mind.” With a loud exhale, he sprang his door open and tugged me out of it.

As we strolled down the sidewalk in downtown Tempe, hand in hand, a few people turned and looked at us, and at least one person cat-called us from a car. I tipped my hat down to cover my face. “Jesus, Zoma, I feel like everyone is staring at us.”

“No, at you. They’re staring at you.” He patted my abs. “I’m going to be fighting the guys off you all night.”

With a soft snort, I said, “No, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fighting them off you.” I squeezed his hand. “I’m the hockey player, remember? I can fend them off myself.” I snuck a peek at him, and a wave of heat shivered up my spine. If anyone touched him tonight, they’d be in a heap of trouble.

As we approached the stairs, Nova came running at us, all dressed up in a black catsuit and black high heels, her dark hair swinging around her shoulders. “Zoma and Ace!”

Zoma held his arms out, and she jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “You both look so hot.”

“Damn, Nova, so do you.” He hugged her and let her down onto the sidewalk.

I stared at each of them. “You two decided to both be cats?” I planted my hands on my hips. I should have known there’d been some plans behind the scenes. “I should have been a zookeeper, not a cowboy.” A chuckle rumbled in my chest.

“Oh, come on, Ace.” Nova slapped at my shoulder. “The cowboy outfit fits you, and it turns Zoma on.”

“How do you know that?” I raised my brows. How close were these two?

With a tsk, she shook her head. “Don’t you worry. I know everything.” She tapped her temple.

Oh no…I flicked my gaze to Zoma’s.

With a shrug, he said, “Women’s intuition? Come on, let’s go inside.” He wrapped an arm around mine and Nova’s.

We climbed the metal stairs to The Club.

Dance music spilled out of the open doorway and a line of mostly men, all in costumes, waited for the bouncer to check IDs and take money.

“Ace!” Myles strode to me, now pairing some black high-heeled boots with his Wonder Woman costume. He held up his hand and waved.

Tyler followed close behind him, his face beaming.

“Hey, guys.” I held out my arm as they met up with us, side-hugged each of them, and introduced them to Nova.

“Are either of you bi?” Hooking a brow, she eyed Myles up and down. “And what do you have on under that skirt?” She grabbed the hem and started to lift.

“Hey, a lady never tells.” Myles shoved her hand off him. “And no, both gay.”

“Dammit. I was hoping to score me a hockey player tonight.” She pouted.

“Nova, behave yourself.” With a quick laugh, Zoma wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. “I’m sure we can find someone in there for you.” He leaned in closer to her. “Are you in the mood for dick tonight?”

She nodded.

Oh my God, was he serious? I blinked. They had a way about them. I was going to have my hands full.

After getting through the line and dealing with the bouncer at the door, we all strolled inside to the bar. “Shots?” Did I even have to ask? I scanned over the neon list on the chalkboard behind the bar.

Everyone bellied up to the counter around me.

“It’s Halloween. I say we all get a Fuck Me Up shot.” Nova smiled at each of us.

“Sure.” Zoma flagged down a shirtless bartender and ordered our shots, and then we each got another drink, with the guys and I getting beers while Zoma and Nova ordered wine.

As I turned to face Zoma, a man in a revealing Roman soldier outfit walked by, looking Zoma up and down. Fuck that. With a soft growl, I hooked an arm round Zoma’s waist and tucked him into my side.

Zoma laughed at something Nova was saying, stopped, and gazed up at me. “Everything okay?”

“Great. Some guy was looking at you. Just defending what’s mine.” I planted a hard kiss on his lips.

“Dude, he’s not a fucking goal.” Tyler laughed sharply and picked up his shot as the bartender dropped off all our drinks.

“You mind your own business.” It figured he heard that. I snatched my shot. “What are we drinking to?”

“How about to good dick?” With a wry smirk, Nova held up her shot.

“Oh, hell yes.” Tyler tapped his glass on hers and downed it. “I like how this girl thinks.”

“You sure you’re gay?” She bumped against his side. “Maybe I can change your mind.” She wagged her brows at him and drank her shot.

“Good luck. He’s a gold star.” Myles barked out a laugh.

“Oh? Don’t know what you’re missing then.” Her gaze caught on a man walking by, dressed as a vampire.

The man gave her a quick up-nod.

“Oh, there’s my chance.” Grabbing her wine, she stepped out in front of him, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

“There she goes.” With a chuckle, Zoma shook his head. “I have a feeling we won’t be seeing much more of her tonight.”

“Damn, she’s a go-getter, isn’t she.” My chest twinged. What had the two of them been like when they were together here? I wrapped my fingers around my shot glass. Didn’t matter. He was with me now. “Hey, to good dick?” I held it up.

“To good dick.” He tapped his glass on mine, and we both tipped them back.

“Myles and I are hitting the dancefloor.” Tyler picked up his beer and patted Myles on the arm.

“See you later.” My gaze fell to Zoma’s. Finally, we were alone. Well, as alone as we could be in a crowded bar. “So.” He was so gorgeous tonight, and he was all mine.

As the edges of his lips curled, he said, “So.” He leaned against me, resting his cheek on my chest.

My heart flickered with warmth. Every time I looked at him, my insides melted. Was I in love and not just on the way there? Shit, maybe. If the ache in my chest at the thought of moving to Detroit was any indication, then yes.

He furrowed his brows. “What’s going on inside that sexy head of yours?” He edged closer to me.

Heat swept up my neck. “Nothing.” This wasn’t the time to tell him. It had to be special, and I had to be sure.

“Okay, so what’s next?” He plucked his wine glass off the bar and sipped it.

I swept my gaze over the bar and spied the open velvet couches in the corner. No one had snagged them yet. “Hold on to your drink and follow me.” I snatched my beer in one hand and his hand in my other and guided him through half-naked bodies to the couches.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever seen these over here.” He dropped onto the end of one.

I fell beside him. “Yeah, they’re sort of tucked away back here and usually full.” I drank some beer and set my glass on the coffee table in front of me. “I thought it would be nice to hang out with a drink before things get too crazy.”

“Good idea.” He angled to face me and set his hand high up on my thigh. “Ace, this is nice, isn’t it?” His gaze fell to my mouth. “I don’t know what else to say because all I can think about is getting into your Speedo.” With a soft giggle, he moved his hand up and brushed his thumb over my balls.

As a shiver rolled up my spine, I parted my lips, and my breath quickened. “Oh, sweet Jesus.” I threw my arm around his shoulders and crushed our mouths together, shoving my tongue inside. The sweet taste of the shot mixed with wine floated through my mouth. With my friends around, it had been easier to keep from going after him. But now? Nope.

Slanting his mouth over mine, he fluttered his tongue and moaned, his hips rocking. As he broke the kiss and nibbled on my chin, his hand lifted to rub over my swelling dick.

I gazed behind him at the guys grinding on the dancefloor in the flickering lights. “We’re in public.” With sensation knotting inside me, I rolled my hips into the glide of his palm.

“So? Kind of hot, isn’t it?” With his gaze locked on mine, he crept over me, straddled my hips, and cupped my cheeks. “Who cares who sees?” His thighs spread wide, and our hot cocks pressed together.

Fuck, he could do the splits. This was amazing. Leaning back, I pushed my hips up, grabbed his ass, and moved him up and down over my aching dick. As the glide of our shafts sparked heat inside me, I groaned. “Fuck, Zoma. Kiss me.”

With his brows tensing, he claimed me in an onslaught of hungry kisses, nipping at my lower lip and sliding his tongue against my own.

Pleasure surged and waned through my body as we ground on each other. I squeezed his ass, and he freed a sharp moan. If we kept this up, I might come in my fucking Speedo. Walking around with a wet spot wasn’t cool. We had to tone this down. As he nibbled the column of my neck, I said, “Hey, Zoma, um…”

He stopped and snapped his gaze to mine, his eyes dark and lids hooded, his lips red and plump. “What?”

“If we don’t stop soon, I’m going to come.” I bit the side of my lip. Wasn’t he feeling the same?

“Yeah. Fuck, want to go into the restroom?” He licked my lips. “We can relive our first time.”

“Hell yeah.” I shoved him off me and picked him up, one arm under his shoulders and the other under his knees. The whole place was going to know he was mine, all mine.

With a giggle, he slapped at my chest. “Ace, put me down. You have got to stop carrying me around.”

“Why?” I planted a kiss on his cheek. “You’re my little kitten tonight.” With a wide smirk, I trudged through the crowd and into the restroom, many of them pointing and watching us.

The accessible stall door was open, and two men were kissing by the sinks. “We’re in luck.” The night was still early. I pushed the metal door open with the tips of his shoes, slipped inside, and set him down.

“My word.” He adjusted his catsuit, snapped his gaze to mine, and locked the door. “So what?—”

I devoured his mouth in searing kisses, walking him backward into the tiled wall and cupping his balls through the thin fabric of his suit. This thing had better be easy to get off.

Whimpering against my mouth, he rocked his hips and skimmed his hands around to my ass, gripping it and pulling my cheeks apart. “Damn, Ace. Can we fuck in here?”

I nibbled down his chin and sucked hard on his neck, my dick hard and aching again as I ground it over his. “You got lube hidden somewhere?” Holy hell, what I’d give to get him inside me right now.

A lube packet tumbled from over the door of the stall. “Here, Happy Halloween,” a man’s voice said.

We both stopped, the packet wedging between us, and burst out laughing.

“Thanks, man.” Apparently, we hadn’t been very quiet. Fuck quiet. As my gaze locked on his, it was like the world melted away. I needed him, needed this. Especially with all the fuckery of the week with the Red Wings.

He plucked the packet from his chest and skimmed his teeth over his lower lip. “I’ve never fucked in a restroom. Only blowjobs and hand jobs.”

“Yeah? Me neither.” I took a quick look around. The stall was big enough, and goddamn, I wasn’t waiting. “Kiss me.” Wrapping my hand around his nape, I pressed my mouth to his, gliding my tongue along the seam of his lips.

As he parted his mouth, he snuck his fingers under my Speedo and into my crack, teasing my hole.

My body shuddered and my ass clenched. “Fuck, need you.” As my kisses became hungry, I slipped my hand into the front of his suit, found his weeping cock, and stroked.

“Oh God.” He freed a ragged exhale, and his knees buckled, his face nuzzling into my neck. With a hard swallow, he said, “Turn around.”

I twisted, planting my hands on the metal wall across from him, and jutted my ass out. “Do it, Zoma.”

With his breath quickening, he dropped my Speedo down to the tops of my thighs, ripped the packet open, and slathered lube on his fingers. Coming in close, he circled my hole and breached the first ring of muscle while pressing his dick into my hip. “I’m so fucking hard I might break through this catsuit.” He freed a soft chuckle.

As sensation wound up my spine, I gasped. “Yeah? Don’t do that. We should go and be friendly, you know, with our friends when this is over.” What the fuck was I saying? Good God, I could barely think.

“Yeah?” He kissed and nipped the back of my neck, pumping his finger inside me.

As he rubbed over my internal spot, a shockwave shivered through me. I groaned. “More, Zoma.” I looked down. My solid dick bobbed and jerked in front of me and precum beaded at the tip.

He slipped a second finger inside me, stroking my insides and biting my shoulder while rubbing his cock on me. “Shit, close.” He backed away and pinched the end of his dick through his suit.

Glancing at him, desire knotted in my gut. “You’re that turned on for me?”

With his pupils blown and lips red and swollen, he said, “Yeah, I am. I think I could come just from fingering you.” He slid his fingers in and out, his breath heavy and a wet spot seeping through his suit at the tip of his dick.

“Take off the suit. I’m ready.” Holy fuck, was I ready. I placed lazy strokes over my cock, watching him slide the zipper down the back of his suit and dropping it to his hips, exposing his thick shaft and heavy balls.

“Jesus, you are gorgeous.” And he was fucking me in a restroom in a catsuit. Who’d have thought? My skin heated, and I fisted my hands over the metal wall.

He squeezed the last of the lube into his fingers, worked it over his dick, hissing, and lined himself up to my hole. “Ready, Ace?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I stuck my ass out more.

As he slowly worked his dick inside me, my toes curled. Inside a soft, throaty groan, he said, “Oh fuck…” When his balls touched the tops of my thighs, he wound an arm around me and kissed my back. “So fucking tight.”

Burning lit me up and morphed into pressure and delicious friction. We were fucking in a restroom, but I swore to God I’d never felt closer to another human being. “Zoma…” Love you…Love you? I bit the words back. Now was not the time. “Fuck me, Zoma.” But hell yeah, I was there. I’d fallen all the way.

He pulled out and pushed in, picking up his pace, gluing himself to my back. Soft moans and grunts floated out of him and hung in the air.

Reaching behind me, I clutched his tight ass, the muscles flexing as he thrust into me. Pleasure tingled over me and sparks shuddered down to my toes. “That’s it, baby.”

Winding his hand up my chest, he pinched one nipple and teased the next, his hips pistoning in quick succession. “So close, Ace, God, I’m about to c—” He gasped, and his hot release flooded my hole.

“Oh shit.” As sensation surged over me, I fisted my cock and pumped, then fell over the edge, my climax shuddering in harsh contractions, my cum spurting on the wall and the floor. I gritted my teeth and groaned. Twisting my head, I caught the last of his orgasm, his mouth dropped open, and his brows tensed.

As it slowed, he fell against my back, both of his arms hooking around me, his cheek on my spine. “I, uh, need a moment.” He panted.

“Let me turn around.” I needed to hold him right now. As his cock slipped from me, I turned and wound my arms around him, hugging him to my chest. I kissed his head. “That was amazing, Zoma. You are amazing.”

Nodding against my skin, he said, “You too, Ace. I thought I was going to pass out for a minute.” He chuckled and lifted his head. “I couldn’t stop myself. As soon as we got in here…”

“I know.” Raising the corner of my lips, I brushed his hair off his forehead. “We’re a little crazy for each other.”

“We are.” A slow grin crept over his lips. “We better clean up.” He looked around the stall. “Toilet paper?”

“Sure.” Here we were, just like the first time we were together, getting all soft for each other. But he had no idea how soft I was for him. He had my whole heart.

After sneaking around the restroom and cleaning up, we headed into the crowded bar. It was time to find our friends and get another drink. I scanned over the bouncing people on the dancefloor and my gaze snagged an arm waving at the bar. “Oh no. I have a feeling they’re getting more shots.” I pulled Zoma along, winding through people and flashing lights, and then stopped at Myles and Tyler.

Myles hung his arm around Tyler’s shoulders and leaned into him, squinting at me. “Oh, Athe…” He giggled and hiccupped, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

As Myles swung outward, Tyler threw an arm around his waist. “Dude, chill.” He rolled his eyes. “He’s had a few.”

“I see that.” We had stumbling home Myles tonight. What a treat. “You’re getting him water, I hope?”

“I am.” Tyler waved down the bartender and ordered a water and a beer. “How about you guys? Shots?”

“No, not right now.” I eyed Myles, his wig on crooked, one fake eyelash gone, and smeared lipstick on his lips. “What the hell happened to you?” He looked like he’d been molested.

“I got some.” Myles’s smile reached his eyes. “I was ravaged by Superman in the hallway.” He attempted to smooth his wig back into place.

“Really.” I flicked my gaze to Tyler. “How much did Superman give him to drink?” Or had Myles been drugged? Shit, it happened.

“They were doing shots of tequila.” Tyler grabbed his beer as the bartender set it down. He glanced at Zoma. “Where were you two?”

Zoma gave me a knowing grin. “We were around.” He patted my ass. “Where’s Nova at? Have you seen her lately?” He swiveled around and looked out over the bar.