beer and slide out of the booth to make my way back to the bar. It’s not like I can apologize, but at least buying him a drink might make me feel a little less like shit. I can’t afford to treat everyone here, but one isn’t going to kill me.
The bartender slides both drinks over as someone takes the spot to my left. I don’t even need to look to know it’s Beck. His expensive aftershave gives him away. I fight back my smile and nudge one of the drinks over.
“Topher,” he gasps. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Just take the damn thing.”
“It’s poisoned, isn’t it? I didn’t realize you wanted to be captain that bad.”
“Or maybe I wanted to buy you a drink, so I bought you a drink.”
He cocks his head. “That doesn’t sound right.” Beck reaches over, but I snatch his hand before he can touch me. He starts to laugh. “Sure, holding my hand in the middle of the bar is much less suspicious than letting me touch your forehead.”
I drop his hand and quickly dart a look back to the guys. I’m being a dick again, I know I am, but if they haven’t shut up about the bite thinking it came from some random chick, what if they knew it came from Beck?
“You’re giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes again,” Beck taunts.
“What?”
“You know how that glare does it for me.”
He’s not bothering to keep his voice down, but none of our teammates are around and the people close to us aren’t paying attention. I relax a little. “Practice must be painful for you, then.”
“Very. Don’t think I missed the way you couldn’t take your eyes off me earlier.”
“I was just waiting for you to fuck up.”
“And yet it ended with you complimenting me. I thought hell had frozen over.”
I give a short laugh. “It won’t happen again.”
“Oh, I know it will.” He steps fractionally closer. “I’m not talking on the ice either. In a couple of hours, when I’m on my knees, it’ll be all ‘Beck, you’re the best I’ve ever had.’”
I choke. I’m not sure on what, but goddamn, that imagery … And of course Beck isn’t freaking out whatsoever. To live with that kind of confidence would make getting through life so much easier.
I wonder what it would be like, to not be constantly questioning everything. To not lie awake for hours, after Beck crept out of my room, and wonder what the hell happened. If having his dick in my hand went a long way toward breaking down some of the walls between us, what the hell will happen after I’ve had his cock in my mouth? Will we suddenly be best buds? That’s ridiculous.
My dick doesn’t seem to care though.
It doesn’t care if I like the guy or not, it just wants more.
And if that means sucking his cock … My dick twitches. Yeah, I’m down for that.
I’ve had those types of fantasies before, only I was imagining a different hockey player at the time. I wanted it back then, and Beck’s my chance to finally explore those questions about myself.
Before Beck can say anything to mess with my resolve, I drain my glass and nudge him forward. Feeling like I’ve lost my damn mind, I steer him toward the hall that leads to the bathrooms and has a door to a side alley.
Praying the door isn’t alarmed, I ease it open and when no sound rings out, I grab Beck and shove him through. He clearly hasn’t caught on by the time the door clicks closed and I push him against the wall. My knee slides between his legs.
“Couldn’t wait, huh, Topher?”
“Actually I really needed to shut you up.” I grab his face and press a hard kiss against his mouth that he quickly returns. And goddamn, the guy can kiss.
It occurs to me this is the first time I’ve kissed him and it not have been a total surprise. This time it was planned, this time I knew what was coming, and even though it was my call, it still catches me off guard. It’s like I forget exactly how good it is until his lips are back on mine, making me shake with need.
I groan and grab one of his legs to hitch up over my hip.
“Okay, how are you so damn strong?” he pants.
“Farm boy.” My lips find his neck, and he lets out that laugh he does when nothing is funny, but he’s too