Chapter 26
Grayson
I wake up before Austin and organize his gear for him. He’ll wake up and immediately go into captain mode and make sure everyone else is all set and then scramble to get himself ready. He looks younger when he sleeps, unburdened by the demands of his career and position.
The upside of sleeping with my best friend is that I’ve memorized his routine and can do this for him. Once his bag is packed except for the essentials that he’ll need this morning, I slide back into bed with him.
Austin’s warm and I soak in his scent and the familiarity of his body. He’s too hard on himself, and he blames himself for the loss last night, which is ridiculous.
Our relationship weighs on him because it’s a secret. That’s not how he operates. He prefers being an open book. I’m not sure how I can help him or make it better. Bringing it up might add more pressure to the situation, so I’ll follow his lead and be here if he needs me.
He stirs and I kiss his shoulder. “Morning.”
“Hey.” He rolls toward me and rubs the sleep from his eyes. “You stayed.”
I chuckle. “Coach hasn’t done a bed check on you in years. I promised not to leave you.”
“I’m being weird.” His lips turn up in an attempt to smile, but it turns into a grimace.
“You’re always weird,” I say in a breathy voice in his ear, like I meant to say something sexy.
“What time is it?” he asks, and on cue his phone buzzes. “I’m not answering it.” He presses his erection against my thigh.
“If you don’t, whoever it is will worry and knock on your door.” I’d love to ignore his phone, but I know better. His team loves him and has noticed he’s not himself.
Austin grumbles and grudgingly grabs his phone. It’s a rookie texting to ask when and where the team breakfast is taking place.
“Tell him to check the itinerary.” I rest my chin on his shoulder, reading the exchange.
“That’s rude.”
Before he can stop me, I pluck his phone from his hand and speak as I type. “I’m always here to help. But you can also find that info on the itinerary in your email.” I press send and give him back his phone. “See, you’re teaching life skills.”
Austin stares at the phone as if the words will magically disappear.
“If he’s upset, I’ll tell him it was me, but I don’t think he’ll be offended,” I add, unsure what’s going on in his head.
“No, you’re right.” His confused blue eyes meet mine.
“Let me take your mind off things.” We don’t have a lot of time, but a blowjob in the shower sets him right and I savor him for hours.
Austin is on fire in the game against LA. I wouldn’t say my blowjobs deserve the credit, but they’re an excellent attitude adjustment.
He’s killing it at his job, and I should focus on mine. Lucky has a twinge in the shoulder he injured and is low-key freaking out. He rests for a shift and goes back out. Coach and I notice he’s playing tentatively.
I decide to wrap his shoulder, not because he needs it medically, but because I think it will help him mentally. On his next shift, he’s more aggressive, and I give myself another pat on the back. It’s so much easier to figure out what other people need.
Lucky passes to Austin, who shoots right through the goalie’s five-hole and scores. Lucky jumps on him, forgetting all about his shoulder pain. LA gives it their best shot, but we win and team spirit is high.
No major injuries, but lots of bumps and bruises that need to be examined and iced.
Ari Dimon, the GM, congratulates the team and asks if they want a night out in LA or to fly back as scheduled. I’m surprised when the team votes to fly home. There were tons of celebrities at the game, and some of the players received invites to exclusive parties.
I want my man behind closed doors and not worrying that his teammates in the next room can hear us. After we board the plane, he falls asleep on my shoulder.
Because of the time difference, it’s the middle of the night when we get home, and Coach tells the team they’ll have a short afternoon skate tomorrow. Which will leave us time in the morning for each other.
But going by the way Austin’s eye-fucking me, he has other ideas. The nap on the plane gave him a second wind.
“I thought I was never going to get you alone.” He tosses his hockey bag in the closet and pins me to our door.
His lips are unhurried and gentle. He kisses me like we have a lifetime ahead of us, so there’s no rush. Kisses me like it’s his only intention. Kisses me like I’m his.
My heart crashes in my chest, wanting that so badly. To be his.
“Tonight, I’m all yours. Tell me what you want.”
I don’t hesitate. “You inside me and holding me all night long.” We talked about him spanking me and getting other toys, but all of that pales in comparison to the soft press of his lips and his powerful arms around me.
He scoops me up, and I let out a high-pitched squeak. “I love it when you manhandle me,” I say, nuzzling his neck.
“I know.” He smirks. Austin lowers me onto his bed as if I’m made of fragile glass.
“You won’t hurt me.” I pull him on top and grind against him.
“But you deserve to be treated like my precious ray of sunshine.”
“Except I’m more tangible than that. You can own me.” It’s important for me to reassure him if he’s struggling with dark thoughts.
“Stop being so serious.” He yanks off my socks and nips the inside of my ankle.
“I’m tangible,” he mocks me with a grin.
“Like fucking sunshine would be something I would try.” He lets my foot fall onto the bed.
“Gimme some credit for basic physics.” Austin rips my sweats down with my boxer briefs.
“I might not have an advanced college degree like some people.” My shirt is next to go.
“But fucking you is way more satisfying than a beam of light.”
“Noted.” My mind blanks out on a retort as his eyes roam my skin, creating heat in their wake. My dick jumps at the attention, and there’s no doubt who it belongs to.
Austin takes his time stripping for me. Each button needs two hands working in slo-mo to reveal his line of chest hair. It takes as much time to get to his happy trail as it does for a pond to solidly freeze over.
He spins around, and I expect him to discard his shirt properly, but he lowers it, exposing his broad shoulders and ripped back. Austin shimmies with a playful glance over his shoulder and raises his eyebrows suggestively.
I wolf-whistle and get the shirt thrown on top of my head. Before I untangle myself, he’s naked and glorious. Every muscle has definition, creating curves and dips and angles that must be licked and sucked.
“I will never get enough of looking at you.” My mouth waters as I reach for him.
“You’d better not. Not even when I’m old and wrinkly.” He takes two steps and launches himself at me, landing on my chest.
“Oof,” I groan and trap him in place with my legs. “Someone woke up with sex on the brain.”
“I dreamed about all the things I’m going to do to you.” He sucks the skin over my heart, and I hope it leaves a mark.
“Do it all.” I go limp and let my limbs rest spread eagle on the bed. We’ve been tested and agreed to sex without condoms. “I’m yours to take however you want.”
Austin’s eyes cloud over, and his headshake is almost imperceptible before his expression clears. “I want you to come on my cock so I can use it as lube to fuck you with.”
His surety sets me aflame. “Lie down and I’ll jerk off on you and then ride your cock.”
He shudders and gives me a bossy expression. “I like the way you think. But you’re not touching your cock, I am.”
He’s so sexy as he stretches out, and I straddle his thighs. “You drive a hard”—I motion to my dick—“bargain, but if it’s what you want, I won’t stop you.”
He spits on his hand and envelops me. I let out a loud sound of approval because he loves hearing me. “Watching you spit on your hand should not be so unbelievably sexy.” I rock, witnessing his smile light up the night sky.
“Nothing is better than the sight of you grinding on me.” Austin holds up two fingers. “Suck.”
I drench his fingers with my mouth, and he teases my hole, pressing in to work me open. My body greedily sucks him in, and his dick jumps, leaking precum.
Our thighs rub together, and the hair on his legs scrapes mine, ratcheting up my desire. Up on my knees, I’m not riding his dick, but even the friction of the air has me on edge.
“I’m close,” I pant out, losing my rhythm.
He finds my prostate and issues a command. “Come all over me, and I’ll fuck you the way you’re craving.”
Jets of my cum land on his balls, dick, and lower stomach.
“Yes,” I rasp, spreading my release over his cock. I position myself over him and sink down, making us both groan.
He pulls me down for a frantic kiss. “I won’t last, but in my dream, I fucked you so good you came again.”
I need to see his cock disappear into me, so I lean back on his shins. The visual is nearly enough to make me come again.
“How did I live without this?” he asks in awe. We’ve synced our thrusts so he can fuck up into me without throwing me off-balance. “You feel incredible.”
“Your dick was made to fuck me. I’m all in as long as you’re in.” Sweat drips down my temple, and I dream of the life we could have together if he wasn’t famous.
He shivers. “So sensitive.”
“Too much?” I ask.
“Too much…not enough… It’s melting my brain.”
“No literal melting.” I trail my middle finger along his chest. “We need to do this over and over.” I wave my hands in the air and, to show my devotion, yell, “Amen.”
“Sunshine,” he whispers, and his mouth meets mine.
I flatten myself on top of him, and the full-body connection is so deep it’s as if I’m melting into him.
He’s babbling, calling me his Sunshine and telling me everything he loves about my body as he empties his balls into me. The warmth of his release sends me over the edge in white-hot bliss.
He moans, the sound reverberating from his chest to mine. “How?” he asks, with eyes wide as pools.
I bury my head in his neck. “You filling my ass really does it for me.”
“Should I be more impressed by me or you.” He kisses my sweaty hair.
“It was you. I was along for the ride.” I’m full of him and sated in a way I’ve never felt before.
“You did all the work,” he murmurs in my ear.