Chapter 58
Chapter fifty-eight
Duncan + Rhys = LOVE
ONE YEAR LATER
DUNCAN
"That gay hockey show made this seem a lot sexier." Rhys wrinkles his nose at me as we embrace on the ice. "You smell disgusting."
"You like it."
"I do not, but I love you."
"I love you too."
I give Rhys some distance after kissing him again because, yeah, hockey gear is no fucking joke. And I haven’t had the team wash my undershirt this entire run. A dozen games, a few with intense OTs, all living in this same shirt.
Potentially a health hazard but there’s no talking a hockey player out of their ritual. I wanted the reminder of all the work I’d put in to get to each new game. And every time I slid it over my head I got that reminder.
And a little queasy.
Blake comes over with her camera and asks Rhys and I to smile. As the marketing director she has embraced all our superstitions and tendencies because she says they make for social media gold.
I wonder if she’ll want to burn this shirt with me later.
"Harper was a nervous wreck." Rhys says as he draws my attention to where Aiden is holding her hand and keeping her steady on the ice. Little Young Gun is due this fall.
"It was good of you to sit with her against the glass."
Rhys shrugs before he shuffles out the way as Stella sprints across the ice before falling to her belly for a double sploot slide.
Two-and-a-half year old Greta slides to her knees to join the golden retriever.
Crosby is skating after them, grinning, while Laila walks with baby Maya strapped to her chest.
"Pay Day! I can’t fucking believe we won!" Gabey Baby, our rookie jumps onto my back. Rhys steps away and I take a lap with the kid who brought a little bit of chaos to our lives this season.
Especially Cap’s.
And while Felix Fornier loves to complain about the headaches we give him, I know deep down he loves it. And he’s going to miss it.
Although, he’ll have his hands full with actual children now.
"We taking The Cup to Aces?" Bryson asks as he skates up next to me holding Jo’s hand.
"Yeah, I need a fucking shower first." I deposit Gabe with a few of the younger guys and circle back to Rhys who is with Caroline.
"This WAG jacket might be my favorite." She says as she shows it off. "And the matching embroidered jeans? Rhys, your stylist really nailed it."
"They were so excited to get us all fitted." He says as he straightens the teal suede jacket. The girls’ have fringe under the sleeves and across the back. Rhys’s is cut like a work jacket, and it’s lined in his family’s tartan.
I have begged to fuck him while he’s wearing it but he didn’t want to damage the suede.
"Now that we’ve won I get to fuck you in that jacket." I say as Caroline runs off after her little girl who is wearing a mini version of the jacket.
"Oh do you?"
"Yeah, I’m skipping the club. I’m celebrating with the boys in the locker room and then coming home to you. Wait up for me."
***
RHYS
I’m in my tightest pants, tightie whities to be exact, and the suede jacket waiting for Duncan in the condo.
In the last year we’ve split our time between here and Nashville and multiple stops along the tour route.
Duncan has picked up a few culinary skills and we spend most of our nights cooking dinner together gossiping about his teammates and people I know in the industry.
Once the Renegades clinched the playoffs, I made sure Zara kept my schedule clear so I could be at every game. I’m fucking exhausted from the travel and I wasn’t the one grinding it out every night for three periods. Sometimes more.
The elevator door opens and the signal heightens all the anticipation inside me.
Duncan’s eyes focus on me behind his glasses. "Charming, you’re not wearing trousers."
I glance down as I trace my finger under the elastic hem. W-I-L-D describing the lust inside me. "Oh no, would you look at that."
"You still have too many layers on." He says as he drops his bag and rips his button down shirt off. He unbuckles his belt as he strides to me and the second he’s within reach I pull his mouth to mine.
One hand behind his neck, one reaching into his pants.
His hands are on me in the same way like mirror reflections.
"Fuck Rhys, fuck I need you." His words muffle as he growls them against my skin.
"Then fuck me." I spin and tilt my ass back for him. My forearms brace against the counter.
"Shit Charming. Are you ready for me?"
"See for yourself."
Duncan falls to his knees behind me and slowly pulls my underwear down revealing the gold lion’s head plug. His tongue lavashes my crease and he stands again, leaving his pants on the floor. "Rhys, baby, nothing compares to this."
He slides the plug out as his hand runs up and down my spine and then across his last name embroidered on the back of my jacket.
His jacket.
"Yes, fuck, yes." We both exhale as he slides his cock deep inside me.
"You hard Charming?" He grunts as he rolls his hips.
"Getting there. I’ve been waiting for you." The tip of my cock is tapping against the counter as he drills into me. The impact driving me even more insane.
"Here." He says as he slides a velvet pouch over my shoulder.
"What’s this?" I ask as I open the drawstring at the top. It’s heavier than I was expecting. When a large metal ring slides into my palm my heart stops. "Duncan."
"Rhys." He says as he slides out of me and helps me stand tall and face him. His fingers pull the large diamond eternity band from my hand and he drops to his knees.
I can’t take my eyes off of him as he spits on my semi-hard cock. "Do you want me to get the lube?" He asks.
I reach into the pocket of my jacket. "I already have some."
"Good boy." He says as he bites the ring between his teeth and pumps lube into his hand. When my cock is glistening he covers the cock ring too.
Behind his glasses, Duncan’s brown eyes lift to mine. "I couldn’t care less if you have a ring on your finger Rhys Reid." He says as he holds my dick gently in his hands. "But you’ll wear this one around your cock for me. Forever."
"Forever? I don’t think that’s safe Duncan." I say as seriously as I can.
He pauses and I can’t hold back my smirk. "Oh, I see. Charming is the jokester now."
He spits on my cock again and works the ring down to my base. I can’t say I’ve ever dreamed of wearing a wedding ring but the diamonds around my cock are causing my eyes to tear up.
Duncan stands and lifts me up onto the counter. I rest back on my elbows and he thumbs my asshole again. I’m nearly insane with anticipation. My cock hardening quickly under the ring and the pressure is unbelievable.
"So perfect, such a good boy for wearing my ring." Duncan grunts as he removes the plug.
"Yes Duncan, yes."
He drives himself into me, his playoff bruised and battered body hard on top of me. The suede of my HAB jacket the soft landing for him.
My heart hammers in my chest and I cannot believe this is my life. This level of love and connection was the stuff of song lyrics. Now I’m living it and it’s almost too good to be true.
"Oh fuck Rhys, I’m gonna come."
"Kiss me." I demand and he leans forward to connect our mouths as he drives deeper inside me.
"Pump your cock Rhys, come with me." He pants and I enclose myself in my fist. "Ruin this fucking jacket, I’ll get you another one. I want you to paint it with our cum."
"Duncan, shit." I grit as my cock swells and the ring keeps my orgasm at bay. I reach for it, seeking relief but Duncan slaps my hand out of the way and grips me instead. "Yes, yes, your hand feels so much better than mine."
"That’s right baby." He lifts up and strokes me as he drives into me. "My ring on your cock, my cock in your ass, my name on your back."
"I know, fuck, it feels so good. I’m yours, all yours."
Our words drive the intensity higher. We’re nothing but animals chasing our pleasure until he rips himself from me and jerks his cock.
My cock throbs, looking for his touch but he’s using the back of my thigh for balance.
His fingers dig into the muscle as he pins it to my chest. I watch, awestruck, as he cries out.
His milky release flies across my chest and onto the jacket, darkening the fabric. The sight brings mine even closer. I’m throbbing, painfully, panting, and only after he milks his cock dry does he reach for mine. He tugs on my balls as his hand strokes up my cock and I explode.
"That’s it baby, yes." He watches as he pulls every last drop from me.
We’re a mess, a dirty, beautiful, perfect mess.
Slowly, gently, he helps me up. I slide the jacket from my shoulder, leaving it on the counter. Duncan carefully removes the ring from around my deflating cock and sets it next to the jacket.
Our hands caress the planes of each other’s body as we make our way to bed and I curl up against his chest. His fingers tracing along the ink covering my skin.
He’s been quiet for a while so I lean my chin up on his chest. "Too wired to sleep?
"Just thinking."
"About what?"
"You’re not going to want like mason jar votive candles at our wedding right? Like I get barn-chic is probably your brand but I have a reputation too."
I sit up and stare at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Our wedding."
"What wedding?"
"I know we don’t have a date yet, we’ll have to look at your tour schedule and what not, but I was thinking Scotland."
"Duncan, wait. I’m missing something. When did we agree to get married?"
He looks at me, a flash of hurt across his face. "I gave you a diamond ring like twenty minutes ago."
"A cock ring, Duncan."
"I’m pretty sure that counts. Boy gives boy a ring. Boom, engaged."
"You skipped over boy asking boy to marry him."
"I did?"
"Yes Duncan, that’s a pretty big part of it."
"Huh."
Silence hangs in the air between us until I can’t take it anymore. "So?"
"So what?"
"So are you going to ask me to marry you?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Yes."
Duncan leans forward and caresses my cheek. His eyes searching mine. "Rhys Reid, will you marry me?"
My smile is so wide, forming the word is a little challenging. "Yes."