“So much better, but you need sleep.”
“Ugh. Should have known you’d get strict at some point.” He yawns.
“Growing hockey boy, and all that. Close your eyes.”
“We’re gonna sleep like this?”
I’m a guard dog, but I can also sleep on a rock and in strange positions. Sometimes it was necessary.
“I’m not done massaging you yet.”
“Fondling me, you mean.”
“And you have a problem with that?”
“Nope, I just don’t wanna miss it with—” He yawns again.
I toy with his nipples.He will not be a spoiled princess.“Close your eyes and go to sleep for me, and I’ll play with your cock some more in the morning.”
His eyes open wider—the opposite of what I just told him to do. “Can I play with yours, too?”
He will not be a spoiled princess.
“Of course, princess.Ifyou go the fuck to sleep.”
Ace nods, but he finally closes his eyes. Hmmm, maybe he works better on a rewards system, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever miss an opportunity to spank his ass.
Once his breathing evens out, I watch over him, one hand splayed protectively over his chest, the other gently tracing over yet another bruise I found that we’re gonna have to ice some more in the morning. Shadows cast from trees move and sway along with the wind, against the moonlight, and my hand at his chest tightens as if they might sweep him away.
The shadows don’t know who they’re dealing with. They can try, but no one’s taking him away from me.
We must’ve moved during the night and drifted together in the dark like our bodies couldn’t help but seek each other out. His head found its way to the crook of my arm, and my hand rests possessively on his hip, one of his strong hockey thighs slid over top of mine like he’s trying to anchor himself to me.
As sleep lifts, I feel the weight of him, all the hard lines of his body warm against my skin. There’s enough light from the window, illuminating him, allowing me to watch the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Can’t believe I’m awake before the hockey god. It’s Sunday, so no practice for him, and it’s the team’s rest day—or so the schedule I stole off of Tate’s laptop said—but I’ll still have to send him away soon. He probably has a list of shit to do, andwe’ve already tempted fate enough, we should at least try not to get caught together.
Something else is awake, tenting in my cotton boxers, which make for a poor defense between my dick and his skin. How I’d love to pull his boxers down, just slip inside him, use him as my cock warmer …
What are you doing, Luke? Slow down.
My need to take him overrides reason. And it won’t be gentle. Or sweet. It’ll be the way the something darker lurking inside me wants to take him.
Claim him.
IfI let it.
He said anything, but he didn’t know what “anything” entailed. He’s entitled to a warning, but if he sticks around after that, he’s fair game.
Ace stirs with a soft sound, eyes blinking open. Drowsy, trusting. Smiling.
“I thought I was dreaming, but here I am.” He snuggles further into me like I’m nothing but an oversized teddy bear, unaware that he’s woken up next to a monster.
He says he can handle it—handle me.Guess we’ll see.
Letting my hand roam, I find his nipples, the ones that were so sensitive last night, tracing my fingers over the pebbly bumps in the skin. He shivers.
“Please.”
