Chapter 12 #2
“Get up here, Evan.” I wouldn’t let him think about this too much. I tucked myself into my underwear as he rose.
“Yeah?” he rasped.
I shoved him onto the couch next to me, onto his back, and then crawled between his legs. “You want me to—”
“Oh, God, yes.” He grabbed his firm cock and lifted it toward me. “Need it.”
As the edge of my lips raised, I fisted his dick and licked the underside of his shaft, then fluttered my tongue at the tip, the salty taste of his precum filling my mouth. God, his cock was perfect, thick and wrapped in the softest skin.
With a groan, he tipped his head back. “Yes…” He writhed under me, goosebumps rising on his thighs.
He was already close. Hell, he’d almost come once. I pumped his cock with my mouth while fondling his balls. As the tip reached the back of my throat, I swallowed around it.
“Fuck.” His stomach tensed and cock jerked against my tongue. “More, Ronan.” He thrust his hips in time with my mouth as I quickened my pace, swirling the crown with my tongue.
With sharp gasps, he seized my hair and tugged. “I’m, I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck.” He thrust hard into my mouth and held my head still for a moment, his dick swelling further.
As the first pulse of his climax spurted cum down my throat, I sucked him in deep, gliding my mouth up and down his shaft in quick passes. My balls tingled and my cock attempted to rally. I peeked up at him.
With flushed cheeks, his brows tensed, and mouth dropped open. Ragged groans burst from his throat as his body shuddered with the force of his orgasm.
I swallowed every drop, pulling on his balls, and as it slowed, I swallowed around him one last time.
He shivered and gasped. “Holy fuck, Ronan. Where did you learn—never mind.” He relaxed against the couch cushions, breathing deeply. “That was amazing. Maybe the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
Mission accomplished. “Yeah?” With a sly grin, I crawled in beside him and lay down, resting my head on his chest, my legs still between his.
“Uh, yeah. I fucking came hard.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I guess now I understand what all the fuss is about. Guys give better head.” He giggled and hugged me to his side.
“I’d have to agree.” I curled my arm across his chest and played with a tuft of hair between his muscled pecs. Was Bean coming out soon? “Give me a moment to put Bean away the next time you attack me at the door.” I let out of soft snort. It was becoming a habit.
“Oh, sorry.” He kissed my head. “I don’t know what comes over me. As soon as I see you—”
“I’m irresistible.” I smiled against his chest, his warmth burrowing into my heart. “So, you’re not having any more freak-out moments?” I peeked at him. Since he’d hid it from me the first time, I’d ask from now on.
“Not really.” He sighed and planted the heel of his hand on his forehead.
“I should probably tell you, though, I haven’t told my friends about us.
” He snuck a glance at me. “Both of my best friends are bisexual. In fact, I lived with one when he discovered he liked guys. So, I watched him go through this.”
“Okay.” This was important. I rose onto an elbow. “Tell me why? Are you still questioning?” Hell, he’d come back for more. How undecided could he be?
“I…” He stared at my ceiling, his brow wrinkling.
“I don’t think so. It’s just the playoffs.
There’s immense pressure on me right now.
” He turned his head, his gaze searching my face.
“Maybe the one place where I can relax is with you. Your house is like a bubble where the outside world can’t touch us.
” He worried his lower lip. “Is that bad?”
“No, it’s not bad. I’m glad I can provide a place for you to unwind.
” But it wasn’t great, either. What did I want from him?
“You know, it’s probably better to be discreet about this unless we’re sure about it.
” Fuck, but I was almost there. I was falling for him.
I didn’t cook multiple dinners for just anyone.
He balked for a beat. “Yeah, guess you’re right.” Frowning, he twisted his head away from me.
What happened? Hadn’t he wanted to hear that? “Evan?” Grabbing his chin, I turned his head to face me. “Tell me more about your situation with the team and your family.” Maybe I’d missed something?
“Let’s get dressed first, okay?” He pushed me off, rose and slid his briefs and shorts on before dropping onto the couch again.
While I dressed, I scanned the house for Bean. He was still hiding from us. “Hang on a minute. I need to find Bean.” This would give him a moment to process a response to my question.
I strode toward Bean’s room and found him sleeping in his cage. Hell, I’d leave him be. He looked too peaceful to bother with. Taking a calming inhale, I marched into the main room and stopped in front of Evan, gauging his mood. “Do you want a beer or something?”
“Hell, yes.” He exhaled loudly.
With a nod, I grabbed two beers from my refrigerator, returned and handed him one before I sat beside him. “Talk to me, Evan.” I opened my beer can.
His brows pinched together. “The organization would accept it, since there are other openly queer players on the team. But they’re evaluating me for next season.
Until I get confirmation of that, I don’t want to rock any boats.
” He snicked his beer can open and then flicked his gaze to mine.
“None of the other guys are dating rockstars or high-profile people.” He choked a laugh.
“Except for Mason and Jett, but they’re both hockey players, so I don’t know if it counts. ”
With a slow nod, I said, “You’d think it would have been harder for the team, having their two star forwards married.” Jesus, what if Drew had been queer and we’d started dating? “I know in the music industry, being married and in a band together rarely works.” I tsked. In fact, it broke up bands.
“There are players on the women’s teams who are engaged or married, too.” He shrugged. “If they divorced or brought their personal problems onto the ice, I’m sure they’d get traded.”
“Oh, I see.” I sipped my beer. Where was he going with this?
I placed my hand on his thigh. Had he seen paparazzi photos of me and the band?
We were popular, but not front-page tabloid-popular.
He should understand this situation, though.
“Evan, Drew knows about us. He wants me to tell our manager, Lily.”
Evan blinked at me, his jaw falling. “Why?”
“Because if someone sees us together, I don’t know, like one of my neighbors notices you coming over here or something, she needs to have a statement prepared.” I gauged his reaction. Fuck, had I just scared the shit out of him?
“Should…” He swallowed hard. “Should I tell my agent?” His face drained of color.
“It might be a good idea.” I held my breath. Did he still intend to stay the night? Hell, maybe he’d rethink this entire thing. My chest squeezed. If he did, I’d already feel hurt.
“Ronan, I just want to get through the playoffs.” He angled toward me and clutched my hand.
“I mean, who knows if we’ll go all the way to the Cup.
” He flinched. “Fuck, Mason would kill me for saying that.” He rocked once.
“But once it’s finished and I’ve secured a permanent position with the team, then I’ll go to the team management and tell them about us. ”
My brows ticked. He wasn’t giving up. In fact, he was certain we’d continue seeing each other for a while. “Okay.” With my heart pattering into my ears, I said, “What about your family?”
“My family?” As his eyes grew wide, he leaned back into the couch. Shaking his head, he said, “I don’t know. My mom would probably be cool with it. My dad…” He blew out a long breath. “Hell, he could go either way.”
“Fathers are always harder, or so I’ve heard.” I’d never had to come out directly to my father. He hadn’t been around. But surely he’d heard through the interviews I’d done. If he’d even read them. Fuck. I rubbed an ache in my chest. “What about your teammates, like Lucas or your friend Colton?”
“I-I don’t know.” He sagged his shoulders. “Hell, I’ve already told them both you were a girl I met.”
“A girl?” I scoffed a laugh. “I’ve had dudes call me pretty before, but—”
“I know, it’s stupid. But they asked me who I spoke to in the stairwell the night we won, and I told them it was a girl I met.” He huffed a long sigh. “Shit, I even told Lucas I didn’t want to hook up with a puck bunny at the bar because of that girl.” He used air quotes.
My chest stung, and I wrinkled my nose. “You had a puck bunny chasing after you at your celly?” I ripped my hand from his. Why did this bother me so much? Of course he did. He was gorgeous as fuck. Hell, that’s why I spoke to him the first night in the bar.
“Ronan.” He turned sideways, flinging his legs over mine, and grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to look at him.
“I pretended to be sick and left her there.” He rubbed his nose on mine.
“Because of you.” He pressed his forehead against mine.
“Fucking hell, Ronan. I don’t know what you’ve done to me.
But I don’t want anyone else. Just the thought of it… ”
My heart swelled with emotion. How had this happened so quickly? “You did?” I pressed a soft kiss on his lips.
“I did, but I explained to Lucas it was because of the woman I was dating. Not because of you.” He gave me a lop-sided grin. “He was already teasing me so much about hanging out with you. I didn’t know how to handle it.”
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pulled him against my chest. This was happening so fast, but I couldn’t stop it.
We’d been on a crash course collision since the night in the Scottsdale bar.
“I don’t want anyone else either.” My pulse grew wild.
This was a first for me. “Tell me what you want to do.”