Page 6 of Nerd Jock Hockey


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His hands clench. “Don’t lie to me just to get into my pants.”

I let go of his chin. “I won’t lie. I do want in your pants, but I definitely think you’re prettier. I think you’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

That gets me a gorgeous blush and a smile. “Be for real, Ari.”

His body leans toward me and his delectable-looking jaw is so much fucking closer. “I think I should kiss you,” I whisper. Normally, I’m an attack-first kind of guy, especially when I’m getting the kind of signals coming off of Cody that I am. But this is different, he definitely wants me to kiss him, he’s unsure if he trusts me enough to let it happen.

So, I wait.

He bites his lip.

He nods.

Was that a fucking nod?

“What are you waiting f?—”

I steal his breath, his last word, catching his plush lips that are a little scratchy from the cold. Fuck, I want these wrapped around my cock. The way they’d scrape the sensitive skin of my shaft…

Delicate fingers dig into my scalp. I jump just a little—didn’t expect that—but he claws deeper, not letting me go anywhere.

I’m good with that.

Teasing him with my tongue, I test the waters. Will he let me inside? His lips part easily, and I slip in. Our lips continue to move as I suck and tug on his tongue with mine, coaxing it into my mouth. I’ve spent a long time watching these prettylips, wondering what it would be like to have them against me anywhere, everywhere.

It’s so much better than my imagination could have dreamt up. A tornado corkscrews through my center while my body seeks his, still not close enough. He inhales a huge gust; his chest inflates enough to press against mine.

Our hearts just touched, and no one can tell me different.

I’m going to kiss this man forever.

There’s a loud fucking crash down the hallway. We jump away from each other. What the fuck? We’re supposed to be the only two people here.

“Let me go check that,” I say, still catching my breath.

“No.” That’s a different kind of no. “What if it’s an intruder with a weapon?”

“Then I’ll kick their fucking ass.”

“Not if they have a gun.”

I roll my eyes. “They won’t have a gun. It’s probably one of the neighborhood kids.”

Cody picks up a broom, following after me. His lips are swollen, and there’s some redness chafing his perfect jaw because of my scratchy face. Yeah, I’m gonna need to fuck him as soon as I make him all mine.

Down, boy. Loud noise. A maybe intruder. Focus.

Right.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask.

“Coming with you.”

“No, you’re not. Stay here.”

“What if that noise was a distraction and the real plan is to come after me when you’re not here? No way am I staying here alone.”

I might like that hero position a little too much, and now I’m just gonna be thinking about him being taken. “Alright, fine. But stay close.”