Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
TAI
Being friends with Hawke is a whirlwind.
One day, we’re coaching kids.
Another, we’re catching up for coffee at the cafe.
The next, he has me in a back room at the rink during a rare break with my pants around my ankles.
When I said we should have sex whenever we want to have sex, I didn’t think it would be all the damn time. Not that I’m complaining. It’s been forever since I had a regular sex life, and I can’t say that having my best friend suck my cock whenever the mood strikes is an inconvenience.
That said, all our times together have been sneaky and quick, with the risk of being caught, so he hasn’t actually fucked me yet. And it’s starting to be all that I can think about.
So when my friends message me about going out in Montreal, I immediately invite him to come.
“Hello,” his mom says as soon as I knock on the door. “Come on in. I made muffins today. Are you hungry?”
I’ve been preparing all day for tonight, and no matter how good they smell, I’m not going to get sidetracked now. “Damn, I just had a big dinner,” I say. “I’ll make sure I have room tomorrow.”
She looks me over, like she’s remembering the details. It’s a small town, but Dad and I mostly stick to ourselves, and other than briefly passing each other now and then, I haven’t seen Hawke’s parents basically since I last saw him. “You’ve changed a lot,” she eventually settles on.
“Growing up will do that.”
She laughs, but it tapers off quickly. “I’m sorry to hear about your dad. We didn’t know, and—”
“It’s okay. We didn’t want it going around, so it wasn’t common knowledge when it happened.” I drowned mostly alone.
She gives me a tight smile right as Hawke appears. And damn, he looks good.
“Ready to go?” he asks, tucking his phone in his pocket.
“Yeah, if you are.”
Hawke leans in to give his mom a kiss on the cheek.
“What time will you be home tonight?” she asks.
“Oh, I won’t be. It was easier to book a room in the city instead of trying to get a lift back here.” My eyes immediately fly to his. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay, both of you boys be safe.”
It’s such a throwback to when we were kids, it gives me pause. Then Hawke keeps walking, and I remind myself we’re not kids anymore, and Hawke’s not planning to come home tonight.
He’s back on his phone again as we walk to the car. I know we talked once about going out in Montreal to hook up, but he has to know that my invitation out tonight was about spending time with him. Yes, my friends will be there, but no, I won’t be letting him out of my sight.
“Who are you texting?” I ask, too curious not to be nosy.
“Kasen.”
That’s the last answer I’m expecting. “Really?”
“Well, mostly, I’m texting him, and he’s giving me the thumbs-up, but it’s a start.”
I mentally cross my fingers for it to be a very good start while we both climb into the car.
“This room in town,” I say through a friendly wave toward his mom. “How many beds does it have?”
“Just one,” he answers, looking back at his phone. “But don’t worry, I asked for a king so we’ll both fit.”
The club is full, Hawke fits in easily with my friends, and we take to the dance floor for hours. The alcohol has made everything a bit fuzzy, the dancing has sweat clinging to my skin, but most importantly, being around people and taking focus from my life has me able to leave my worries behind.
I’m in a Peta/Georgie sandwich, moving to the music, when Hawke comes up to dance behind Georgie. His curls are wet, his shirt is off, and when he reaches his arms around Georgie, he plants them on my hips.
Hawke’s hazel eyes are liquid in the flashing strobe lights, and up close, his features look harsh. Nose chiseled roughly from stone, brow heavy and shadowed, thick neck reaching for the dip in his shoulders.
One corner of his lips tilts upward, not a smile, more like an invitation. And wherever he’s inviting me, the answer is yes.
It’s been too long since I’ve been out like this. Too long since I’ve felt free. Too long since I’ve been able to drink and dance and end the night with questionable choices.
Only this time, I know what the questionable choice will be ahead of time.
Georgie makes the universal sign of another drink before ducking out of Hawke’s arms and disappearing. Judging by the sudden space behind me, I assume Peta went with her.
Leaving me with Hawke.
And his hands.
Pulling me closer.
I swallow, palms finding his back and spreading wide to touch as much skin as possible. It’s like I’m absorbing pure lust and butterflies just through our connection, and his grinning lips tilt against my ear.
“Surprised you’re still wearing this,” he shouts over the music as he gives my shirt a tug.
Considering Hawke feels like a furnace, I do us both a favor and strip it off. He takes it, tucking it into my pants, where his fingers linger a bit too long. Tingles erupt along my side, and all I can think of is the last time his hand was down my pants … and what he did with it there.
My dick hardens, and when Hawke slips his thigh between my legs and pulls my body against his, it’s easy to feel that his has done the same. Everything from the smell of his sweat, to him grinding against me, to the way his presence is so big, so physical, so consuming is turning me on.
We can’t talk over the loud music, but we don’t need to.
I just feel … I feel …
Different. I can’t place it. Not with the alcohol swimming in my veins and being chased by a healthy dose of lust. But with Hawke, I want him so much it’s like I want to climb inside his skin.
Like I want him closer, closer until we’re the same person.
Until his breath is my breath and the thrumming of his heart falls into rhythm and fills the dead spaces between mine.
Our eyes connect, and I know in that second that I can’t wait to get back to the hotel. My mouth finds his, and it’s instant relief.
We kiss, right there on the dance floor, forgetting to worry about the outside world. It occurs to me, too late, that Montreal is a hockey town and that he’d be too easy to recognize, but before I can back off, Hawke pulls me closer.
He kisses me in a way that feels inevitable. In a way that’s impossible to disconnect from. When his tongue meets mine, my groan starts in my gut and spreads outward, long and hungry, needing way more than this kiss.
“Hawke,” I mutter, but he can’t hear me. He nips at my lip, hips sealed to mine, heavy breathing hitting my chin.
I press my mouth to his ear. “I want to go!”
He pulls back, expression very obviously asking really?
“Yes!” I nod, just to make sure he didn’t miss it. “Now.”
He leans in, mouth sealing over mine and tongue dipping inside in the fastest, filthiest kiss I’ve ever had.
Then he pulls back, takes my hand, and leads me off the dance floor.
We didn’t leave anything at the table, so instead of saying goodbye to my friends, I steer Hawke away and toward the door.
If we go over there, it’ll take forever to be free, when messaging will be much faster.
They already know we won’t be going home tonight.
The stifling heat of the club immediately disappears when we step out into the Montreal night. The sweat on my skin cools, and I tug my shirt back on to walk the block to our hotel.
Thank fuck for Hawke booking somewhere close. It’s going to be painful enough with my cock this hard, and it’s not going to go anywhere, knowing what’s coming next.
Especially when Hawke throws his arm over my shoulders and leans in. “What if I told you I wanted to fuck you tonight?”
“I’d tell you that I’m more than prepared.”
His heavy inhale goes straight to my cock. “I brought lube and plenty of condoms.”
“Excellent.” I turn so we’re eye to eye as we walk. “And I hope you brought your stamina because you’re definitely going to need it.”