Chapter 16
After a brief hello to the guys, all sprawled out over the couch and chairs in the family room, sleeping off their Thanksgiving meal or playing video games, I followed Leo into my bedroom and shut the door. My hard cock ached behind my zipper. I’d popped a boner as soon as I’d gotten into my car and nothing short of a good fucking by Leo was going to satisfy it.
With his tongue wetting his lips, Leo stepped toward me, then lunged, hauling me to him, his hips thrusting into mine, his mouth ravaging my lips. “Fuck, want you, now.” He bit on my lower lip, then teased it with his tongue while he tucked his hands under my sweater and gave a soft pinch to my nipple.
“Oh, Jesus.” Raw pleasure burst inside me, pulsing my cock against his through our pants. “Fuck me, Leo.” I gripped his ass and squeezed, tightening the friction on our cocks.
“Glad we’re on the same page.” He nipped down my chin to my neck, then stepped away and tore my sweater up over my head, tossing it to the floor. Bending over, he flicked his tongue at one nipple, while kneading the other between his fingers and rubbing his palm over my dick and balls.
I tipped my head back, losing myself in the sensation and sweet pulses sparking through my body.
Tapping his fingers on my shaft, he unfastened my pants and freed my cock, then dropped to his knees. “Gonna suck that fat dick of yours first.” He ripped my pants and underwear down to my ankles, then sucked me into his mouth, fisting the base and pumping with his hand.
“Oh, fuck.” I inhaled sharply and groped at his hair, then clutched silky tufts of it in my fingers. Rocking my hips, I fucked his mouth, sensation and heat building low in my belly and shivering up my spine. “Don’t make me come, Leo.” I wanted to come with him inside me. I wanted us to come together. I hissed and looked down at him, his head bobbing over me and cheeks hollowing. A surge of pleasure shuddered over me. “Fuck.” I shoved him off me.
He fell back onto straight arms and gazed up at me, his pupils blown, eyelids hooded and lips glistening. “Too close?” He quirked the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah, now take off your clothes and get on my bed.” I kicked off my briefs and pants.
Keeping his gaze fixed on mine, he undressed and tossed his clothing to the floor, then climbed onto my bed, exposing his ass to me.
I strode to him and grabbed his hips, stopping him. Would he ever let me fuck his fine ass? “Hey, wait.” Tracing the round globes of muscle, I pressed my hard cock between his ass cheeks and rocked, heat flaring over my skin, then leaned over him. Fuck I could take him right now. “Leo, could I um…”
“Yeah, you can play a little.” He dropped onto his elbows and peeked behind him at me. “I’ve been wondering what it’d be like.”
A rush of desire swept through me, and I whimpered. Was there any way this man was not the perfect one for me? “Yeah?” I rasped. Leaning to the side, I grabbed the lube out of my drawer and slicked my cock, then holding onto his ass, I slid my sensitive dick over his hole.
He gasped. “Jerk me off, too.” He dropped his head between his arms.
“You like that?” Reaching around him, I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock and tugged him slowly while sliding myself inside his crack.
“Fuck yeah.” His hole twitched against me, and his cock pulsed, dribbling precum into my palm.
I nudged my tip against his hole.
With a long groan, he rocked backward. “Jesus, this feels good.”
Biting my lip, I stroked him faster. “Yeah? Want more? We can try a finger.” My dick pulsed against him, and a shiver of pleasure washed over me.
“Yeah, try it.” He flexed his ass.
I plucked the lube off the bed, then slathered my fingers with it and shifted to the side. While stroking him, I worked my finger into his hole.
He freed a sharp gasp. “Oh, fuck.” He clamped around my finger.
Good God, if my dick was in there it would feel so damn good. I curled my finger just so, finding his prostate, and rubbed. I wanted to be sure he liked this. Then maybe?—
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His body shuddered and his back and ass broke out in goosebumps. “Do that more.”
I pumped my finger inside him while jerking his leaking dick. My balls ached and I pressed my dick on his ass cheek. If we kept this up, I’d be coming on his ass. “Should I add another finger?”
“Y-yes, do it.” He hissed and moaned.
Sliding another finger inside him, I quickened the pace.
“Holy fuck, stop. Gonna come. Stop.” He threw himself forward on the bed, then flipped himself onto his back, his dick red and swollen, precum dribbling onto his stomach. “Fuck yourself on me.”
“You are full of surprises tonight, Leo.” With a coy grin, I pulled my dildo out of the drawer and handed it to him. “You want to prep me?”
“No, I want to watch you.” He stroked himself a few times, then squeezed the head of his dick. “Shit, can’t even touch myself or I’ll go off.” He rolled to his side and propped onto his elbow, then set his cheek in his palm.
As I crept onto the bed, I slicked the toy with lube and lay on my back, then lifted my knees. “Kiss me while I do this.” I needed some connection after all we’d done.
“Gladly.” He leaned over me and fused his mouth with mine, slanting his lips and gliding his tongue inside my mouth.
I slowly worked the toy into my hole and hit my pleasure spot. A shudder of sensation rolled through my body, lifting my cock off my stomach. I gasped against Leo’s mouth.
He snuck his hand down my stomach, then cupped my balls, rolling them in his fingers. “How does that feel?”
“Fucking good. Everything feels amazing.” It always did with him. Like our bodies were made for each other. Stroking my insides with the dildo, bursts of pleasure shot through me and my hole relaxed. “Ready.” I slipped the toy out of me.
“Grab me a condom?” He turned to his back.
I did as he asked, ripped the wrapper open with my teeth, then rolled it over him. As I straddled him with my knees on each side of his hips, I looked down on him, his dark, gorgeous eyes surrounded by even darker hair. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Leo.”
Grabbing my hips, he said, “So are you, Archer.” He brushed his fingers down my arm with the sleeve of tattoos. “You’re fucking hot as hell, too.” He gave me a quick grin. “Now, let’s do this.”
With a soft chuckle, I fisted the base of his dick and nudged his thick cock against my hole. Desire swarmed inside me. Holy hell, I wanted him. As I slid down over him, I kept my gaze on his.
His brows tensed and his mouth dropped open, a throaty groan escaping. “Holy shit, you feel good.”
I gave him a quick nod as my insides burned and stretched. I bent over him on straight arms, my balls resting at the base of his cock. “So do you.” Lifting up for a beat, I came down on him, his dick filling me up. I adjusted my hips just so and did it again, his cock nailing my prostate. “Fuck, oh fuck.” With my body trembling, I fucked myself on his solid dick, rising and falling, over and over again, my cock bobbing.
With sharp moans, he gripped tightly to my hips, digging his fingers in, and thrust in time with me. “That’s it, Archer. You’re so tight for me, so fucking sexy riding my cock.” He left one hip to wrap his hand around my shaft and pumped it. “Come for me.”
As pleasure spiraled up my spine, my cock grew sensitive, and a shock of heat lit up inside me. “Oh God, coming. Coming so hard for you.” My dick pulsed and spurted cum onto his chest and over his fingers.
He thrust hard below me, then held it, his face tensing. “Fuck, coming.” As he milked me to the end, he pulled out, then thrust a few more times and relaxed below me. “Jesus Archer. You’re incredible.”
“Yeah?” I slipped him out of me, then dropped down over his chest, my legs spread on either side of him, my cum warm and sticky between us. “I’m so happy you’re open to exploring with me.” I circled my fingers around his nipple and nuzzled my face in his neck, taking in his musky scent.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. “You bring things out in me I never knew were there.” He held me tighter. “You’re doing things to me, Archer.”
“Things? Like what things?” My heart bloomed with warmth. When we were alone together, everything was so easy.
“Like, all night you made me want to try this, having a boyfriend.” He shifted his head, his wide gaze meeting mine. “Could we? Be boyfriends?”
Parting my lips, I stared at him a moment, my heart thundering in my ears. “Uh, yes, I want to be your boyfriend.” Why wouldn’t I? His family was lovely, and I knew when he was ready, they’d be accepting of us.
“I think I might go out of my mind if you dated someone else at this point.” He eyed me.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I haven’t even thought about anyone but you since the day we met at the rescue.” I skimmed my hand up and down his arm, watching the hairs rise. I never even had a chance to just be friends with him. We were never destined to be friends.
“So…” He crept the edge of his lip up. “Did you douse me with water on purpose, so I’d have to take off my shirt?”
“No, I did not.” I freed a soft chuckle. “That was a complete accident.” I softly bit his chest. “But I wasn’t complaining when you took it off.”
“I’ll bet.” His smirk widened. “Speaking of water, let’s clean up.” He pecked my cheek.
After cleaningup in the hallway bathroom, he followed me back to my bedroom.
“Leo, I’d like for you to stay the night sometime.” I glanced back at him, wearing only his jeans. Now that we were boyfriends, would he want to come out to his family?
Leo crawled onto my bed and fell to his side. “Yeah, I want to spend the night. I just…”
“Aren’t ready to come out to Axel and Remy?” I lay down on my side, facing him. Hadn’t Axel made some comments about us tonight? “Do you think Axel senses anything?”
With a shrug, he said, “He might. I don’t know.” He twisted his lips. “He’s the sort of guy that would make comments about us being together even if he didn’t suspect something. It’s just him. He loves to tease people about things like that.”
“Where does he think you are now?” I inched closer to him. I hadn’t even thought about them when we decided to come here.
“I have no idea.” He huffed. “Shit, I hope they’re not worried about me. They probably thought I was coming straight home.” He leaned over me to grab his cell phone from my nightstand.
The heat of his body tingled over me. If only he could stay tonight.
He tapped his phone and held it to his face. “Shit. They texted me, wanting to know if I’m okay.” He tapped some more. “I’m telling them I stopped over here to say hello to your buddies.” He pinched his lips. “That won’t sound weird, right?” His phone buzzed.
“Leo.” I lowered the phone from his face. “When are you going to tell them?” It was time for him to tell them the truth.
He fixated on me, his lips parting. “I-I don’t know.” Threading his fingers through his dark bangs, he said, “It’s like now I want to say something, but there’s never a good time or I get all tongue-tied. You know?”
With a nod, I said, “Yeah, I know. I was like that when I decided to tell my dad.” I pushed his phone all the way to the bed. “They’ll understand. They’ve both been there.”
“But they think I’m straight. Like really, all the way straight.” He wrinkled his forehead.
“You thought Remy was straight, right?” As his hand left his phone on the bed, I grabbed it and kissed his knuckles. “You don’t think any worse of Remy now, do you?”
He sucked in a breath. “No, he’s still my best friend. But I was shocked, and it was weird. I can’t say it didn’t change anything between us.” His gaze darted over the bedspread between our bodies. “I don’t know though, maybe it has something to do with him dating my brother. That’s the weird part maybe.” He clenched his jaw for a beat. “I don’t fucking know.”
“Maybe you’ll be closer to them both.” I squeezed his hand. “They know what you’re going through. They can be there for you and help you with your parents.” Oh shit, I’d just dropped the bomb. I wanted him all the way out. I wanted to be introduced as a boyfriend the next time we met. I gauged his reaction, my pulse thrumming.
In a soft voice, he said, “I know the right thing is to stop lying to everyone, to be open about us.” His gaze crept to mine. “You deserve that, Archer, you really do.” His brows knitted. “And I will come out. I just need time.”
“Yeah, okay.” As my heart deflated, I kissed the back of his hand. I shouldn’t be pushing him like this. I should be happy I’d spent a holiday with his family, and we were now elevated to boyfriend status.
“Anyways, I’m sorry, but I should go.” He rolled me to my back and pressed his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue between my lips and taking me again and again, before breaking the kisses. “Can I see you tomorrow after your game?”
Nodding, I said, “Of course.” Tonight, I had to let him go.
“I think Axel is playing at Gila River casino tomorrow night. How about if you come to my place and hang out? Everyone will be gone till probably two in the morning.” He tapped my nose. “We can mess up my bed instead of yours.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I crushed our lips together in another round of hungry kisses. I hated letting him go, but for now it was what I had to do.
After seeingLeo off with more kisses and a bear hug, I closed my front door and stepped into the main room. Everyone had gone to bed except for Jonah, who was still playing a video game on the couch.
“Just a minute.” Jonah paused his game and held up his palm. “You need to sit down here and tell me all about your night. You met the parents, right?”
With a sigh, I fell in beside him. “I did.” I chewed on my thumbnail. I didn’t want him giving me shit about Leo not being out. I was starting to have a hard enough time with it myself.
“So, how were they?” Lifting a leg between us, he turned sideways and narrowed his eyes.
“They were great. We watched football with his father, and even though he’s a Packers fan?—”
“Packers fan?” He made a fake gagging noise. “Go ahead, just threw up in my mouth a little bit.”
I sniggered. Jonah always knew how to make me laugh. “Yeah, I know, but he is from Wisconsin, so you can’t blame him.” I tipped my head back, then focused on him. “His dad, Ed, is a nice man. He didn’t have any problems with Axel and Remy, and they were very affectionate all night.”
“Good.” He patted my thigh. “And I suppose his mom is just as lovely?”
“She is. She’s a teacher and loves both her sons very much,” I said. “She was really nice to me. Very welcoming.”
“And so, when is Leo?—”
“Stop, I knew you were going to go there.” I shook my head once. “He’s working on it. We talked about it when we got back and…” I gave him a sly grin. “We’re boyfriends now. It’s official.”
“No shit?” He snapped his brows up. “Are you in love?”
“I’m on my way there.” I arched a brow. Who the fuck was I kidding? If the way my chest ached and my heart did flip-flops whenever I was around him was any indication, then yes, I was in love.
“Damn, dude. I knew it. You can’t take your eyes off each other. I knew it was only a matter of time.” He threw his arm around me and hugged me to his chest for a second, then freed me and pointed his finger at me. “You deserve a guy who’s out though. A guy who shows you off like the hotshot hockey player you are.”
“Stop it. I know.” I snatched his finger and he tore it out of my grip. “It’ll happen.”
The next night,after having the game of my life, stopping so many passes I’d made Dartmouth dizzy, I drove with a smile on my face all the way to Leo’s house. I couldn’t wait to talk to him about the game. And to eat whatever special dish he’d made me.
I pulled into the driveway of his house, a smaller white bungalow centered in a neighborhood with large trees, and parked.
Leo, wearing a close-fitting tan sweater and sexy-as-fuck jeans, opened the front door and strode down the walkway to my car, smiling as much as I was.
After opening the door and climbing out, he wrapped me up in a bear hug.
“God damn, you were great tonight.” He kissed my cheek and squeezed me, then let me go, grabbing my hands.
“Thanks, it felt good, really good.” I freed one of his hands and strolled with him into his house, then shut the door behind us. Garlic and something spicy floated on the air. “Oh, damn, that smells great.”
“Yeah?” He strode toward the kitchen.
I perused the main room. I hadn’t been in here before, only dropped Leo off. The place was decent enough with warm leather couches and black IKEA coffee tables in the main room, the television in the corner still paused on the stream of our game. I strolled to his kitchen and took in the updated black appliances and white tile on his counters. The kitchen was definitely nicer than the one I shared with my buddies. My gaze landed on the dinette, already set with plates and silverware and a few thick candles centering it. My heart flipped in my chest. He was going all out for me. “Nice place.”
“There’s wine already set on the table if you want to pour yourself some.” He opened the oven and pulled out a meatloaf, simmering in reddish juices. Fuck me, my favorite thing and I hadn’t even told him that. “Leo, how’d you know I love meatloaf?” I rounded the kitchen island to get to him and wrapped my arms around him from behind, resting my cheek on his shoulder blade. Yeah, I loved this man and not just for his cooking.
He patted my hands at his waist and said, “Well, you are a midwestern boy, so I figured you’d like this.” He turned in my hold, cupped my cheeks and planted a lingering kiss on my lips. “Now, be a good boy and go and sit at the dinette with some wine, so I can get dinner on the table.”
“Yes, Dad.” With a chortle, I turned around, my stomach grumbling.
He snapped a towel at my ass. “It’s Daddy to you.”
As a sting lit up my ass, I rubbed it and raised a brow. “Really?” I was going to leave that one alone for now.
As I sank into a chair at the dinette and poured my red wine, my phone buzzed. I slid it out of my pocket and looked at the screen. It read, Richard Dupont. “Holy shit.”
“What?” Leo set a platter of meatloaf and a bowl of mashed potatoes with a gravy boat on the table.
“It’s uh, the Coyotes’ coach.” I tapped the green button and held my phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hey, Archer, this is Richard Dupont.”
“Uh, yeah, nice to be hearing from you.” My eyes grew wide. I’d put his number in my phone, but thought I’d be the one to call him someday.
“I was able to see some of the highlights from your game tonight against Dartmouth. You did a fine job, and it was great to see the Devils pull off the win.”
“Um…thanks. Thank you very much.” A grin broke out over my face and my chest puffed out. God damn, I really did play well if he was calling me about it.
“Keep playing like that and we’ll definitely have a spot for you at development camp.”
“I-I will. I’m feeling really focused, Mr. Dupont. I think my game is spot on right now and I’ve been practicing my a—, I mean my tail off.” I winced. Shit, way to almost cuss in front of one of hockey’s best coaches.
He chuckled into the phone. “You can say ass to me, Archer. Believe me, I’ve heard worse. Much worse.” He sucked in a breath. “Anyways, I wanted to touch base and let you know you’re on the right track. We’re out on the road right now, or I’d tell you in person.”
My pulse sped up a notch. This was weird. I’d never heard of an NHL coach going out of his way like this. But then, he’d been friends with my mom. “I really appreciate it,” I said, “It um, it means a lot to me.” Especially since my fucking father wasn’t speaking to me, as far as I could tell. Though, I wasn’t speaking to him either.
Rustling threaded through the phone. “Well, I’ve got to go. Talk to you soon and keep up the good work.”
“I will. Thanks.” I drew a deep inhale, calming my racing heart.
“Goodnight.” He hung up the phone.
“Well?” Leo set a plate of salad down in front of me. “That sounded really good.” He dished out a thick slice of meatloaf for me and spooned mashed potatoes onto my plate.
“It was. He said if I kept playing the way I did tonight, I’d definitely secure a spot in development camp.” I poured gravy over my meatloaf and potatoes, the savory aroma of the gravy flooding my nose. “God damn, Leo, this smells so good.”
He picked up his knife and fork and cut into his meatloaf. “Yeah? It’s a special recipe with a little bit of heat. I hope you like it.” He stuffed a bite into his mouth.
After pouring my wine, I took a bite of meatloaf, the aftertaste holding the spice. “Oh my God, so good.” I sipped my wine, thinking on the phone conversation. “It’s a little odd for an NHL coach to call someone like me, isn’t it?”
Leo dunked his fork into his mashed potatoes and gravy. “Why is that? You’re a player he’s interested in bringing onto the team.” He stuffed food into his mouth.
“But usually the teams have scouts who talk to coaches and work out details, you know?” I ate some potatoes. “You think it’s because he knew my mom?”
“Sure, why not? Maybe he’s been watching out for you since she died. You did say she was the one who supported your hockey.” Leo sipped some wine, then peered at me. “Hey, have you heard from your dad?” He set his fork down.
“No, I haven’t.” I huffed. Jonah had asked the same thing before we left the locker room.
“Have you tried calling him?” He cocked his head, studying me.
I sucked in a deep inhale. “No, I haven’t.” I pushed potatoes around in my gravy, tension rising in my gut. I knew what was coming next.
“Maybe you should call him.” Leo grabbed my hand, now fisted on the table. “He should know what’s going on, don’t you think?”
“What, with Mr. Dupont?” Tensing my brows, I stared at Leo. “My dad couldn’t care less. He’d try to poison it somehow.” I scoffed, lowering my gaze to my plate, heat filling my chest. “He’d probably tell me the only reason they’re showing an interest is because of Mom.” I gritted out, “Fuck that.”
“Hey, hey, hey, Archer. Settle down. It was just a suggestion.” He squeezed my hand and moved his chair closer to mine to drape his arm over my shoulders. “Forget I said anything, okay? Let’s have a good night. Let’s celebrate all the great things coming your way.” His forehead wrinkled.
I peeked at him. “Yeah, I’m sorry, Leo.” I clenched my jaw for a beat. “It’s just I think one of the reasons I’m playing better now is because I’m not talking to my dad.” I wound my fingers around the stem of my wine glass, then swirled the crimson liquid. “I’m afraid one bad conversation with him will make me lose my focus and I’ll fuck this whole thing up.”
He kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry your relationship with your dad is so messed up. I know some of Axel’s friends have situations like that.”
“Yeah, I heard Milo has an asshole for a dad.” I drank some wine down, my mind going over the conversation I’d had with Ryder the first time I’d met him. Maybe that was one of the reasons I’d been drawn to Milo. I glanced at Leo, his brows knitting as he watched me. “I’m okay, Leo.” I pecked his lips with mine. “Really, I’ll be okay. I don’t need my dad to call me after every game, or even after the good games.” I had someone else who’d call. And he mattered. Richard Dupont could change the trajectory of my life.
“Yeah, okay.” He slid his arm off my shoulders and shifted his seat back. “Now, let’s eat up before it gets cold.” He held up his wine to me. “And let’s toast the best damn D-man on the Devils.”
“Okay, you don’t have to go that far.” I chuckled. But tonight, it might have been true. I’d even outplayed Bransky.