Face Offs & Cheap Shots (CU Hockey #2) - Eden Finley Page 0,55
being inside me and thankful for the break.
He stumbles toward the bathroom to ditch the condom but comes right back.
Slipping back into bed, he curls up next to me.
“You could’ve brought me a towel,” I grumble.
He pulls the sheet up that’s pooled at our feet and wipes the cum off my stomach. “There. Fixed.”
I snort.
“And you win.” Jacobs still hasn’t caught his breath. “Power bottom of the year goes to you.”
“I’d like to thank the academy and my agent for this award.” I swallow, my mouth dry. “But, you know, that title is still up for grabs.”
I roll onto my side and run my hand up Jacobs’s thigh to his ass and give his cheek a big firm squeeze.
“Sure. Though, I’ll be lucky to get it up again in a week.” His chest heaves. “Shit, I don’t think I’ve come that hard ever.”
“You should be on the receiving end.”
His eyes meet mine. “Can’t wait.”
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Jacobs
Holy shit, last night was intense. So intense I can still feel the tingling in my balls … and my chest.
Yikes.
Not good, not good, not good.
When Rossi saw us, I’d been prepared for him to call us out on how much time we’d been spending together, and I’d had my answer prepared.
Kinda need to spend time with the guy I’m fucking.
Then I remembered Beck and I haven’t had that discussion. He’d agreed to keeping this a secret early on, but now we’re, what, dating? Things have definitely changed, but I’m not sure where he is with this whole thing. Because telling people we’re dating isn’t only about them finding out Beck and Jacobs are now Beck-and-Jacobs, it means coming out. Admitting we really like cock. Or at least, each other’s.
I roll onto my side and look down at where Beck is passed out on his back. His mouth is hanging open, and his big chest lifts and falls with each breath.
I lean down and brush a light kiss over his forehead, and my chest gives another little twinge. It’s not enough, so I kiss the bump in his nose as well, then brush the side of my thumb along the stubble on his jaw.
His arm closest to me snakes around my waist. “Why are you waking me up?”
Because I can’t sleep and haven’t been able to stop thinking about what the hell this is. “Horny.”
He grunts. “If you woke me every time you were horny, I’d never sleep. Do you have an Off switch?”
Not when he’s around I don’t.
I shift so I’m on top of him, preparing to launch into a serious talk, when he lifts his head and pulls me into a kiss. It’s slow and lazy, and I hug my arms around him tight. Considering how hard and fast our relationship has been so far, my thoughts are soft. Almost sweet. And even reminding myself this is Beck doesn’t change that.
He ends the kiss and leans back to look up at me. His hands cup my cheeks, and I swear his eyes are smiling at me. “That’s how you wake a man up.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
His face suddenly contorts in a grimace as he takes in the early morning light coming through my window. “Fuck, I better go. If Rossi sees us again …”
I mean to tell him not to worry about what Rossi or any of those assholes think, but then he lightly bites my shoulder and rolls me off him. It reminds me of that first bite and the shit I got, and now, it’s time for payback.
“Hey, come here.”
Beck pauses in his search for clothes and walks back over to stand by the bed. I swing my legs over the side and steer him to stand between them. Then I turn him around.
“What are you …”
I drag my fingers and lips down his back. “I have a favor to return.”
“Favor? Last night wasn’t a”—my lips brush over his tan line as I grab his ass roughly in both hands—“fuck, if you play around back there, I won’t be able to sneak out in time.”
I smile against his warm skin because this isn’t going to take long.
I drag my lips over the swell of his ass, and it’s so perfect it almost seems like a shame to mark it all up. But then I think of it being my mark, and my dick twitches.
I sink my teeth into his flesh.
“Argh!” Beck jolts at the sudden, sharp pain, and I quickly back off, dragging my tongue over the bite mark before inspecting it.