He only drove for a couple of minutes, pulling up in a small, empty car park outside a closed ice rink. Directing me into theback seat, he pressed me back against the door, his mouth going to my throat. I was thankful his truck was huge, because even the two minutes it had taken him to drive here were two minutes too long, when all I wanted was to get my hands and mouth on him.
Pushing him back, I straddled his thighs. He stared at me, panting, with wide, dark pupils, before our mouths came together, kissing and kissing while I rolled my hips down, my cock throbbing in my shorts.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I rasped against his collarbone, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his skin.
He groaned, cupping my ass as he thrust his hard dick against me. “You’refucking hot. Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Shifting me back, he palmed me through my shorts, and I gasped.
“More. Fuck. I want to feel your dick against mine.”
He freed his dick from his sweatpants in record time while I tugged down my shorts, sliding forwards to press my hard, leaking erection against his. I groaned at the sight of his large, tattooed hand wrapping around both of our cocks, stroking us hard and fast while we kissed, messy and breathless.
Everything about this man seemed to be designed to drive me completely fucking insane. I’d never experienced even a fraction of this want before. This need, that kept me coming back for more and more and more.
My balls tightened, and I threw my head back, thrusting up. “Gonna come.”
“Fuck, yeah. Come for me.”
My dick was still pulsing against his, my release coating his hand when a low groan fell from his throat and his body shuddered against mine. I wrapped my hand around his, stroking us both through it until he stilled my hand.
“Cody.” I leaned into him, mouthing at his jaw as he stroked up and down my back. We both needed to clean up, but it feltlike he was just as reluctant as I was to untangle ourselves and put distance between us.
It was fully dark outside when he finally shifted. “We should probably head back.”
“Probably.” I pressed a kiss to the side of his face. “Big day tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Game six. We need to win this, otherwise…”
“You will. And I’ll be there, watching you win.”
His arms tightened around me. “I know. Even if we can’t acknowledge it, I’m glad you’re there.”
“Me too.”
It was enough. It would have to be enough.
17
Cody
The LED lights on the scoreboard clock winked at me. Taunting me.
0:49.
Forty-nine seconds left in game six of the Stanley Cup finals, and we were down 5-1, and our season was about to end.
We’d pulled our goalie, giving us an extra attacker, but nothing we did seemed to work. Toronto’s defence was all over us, and every time we got close to the net, they shut us down. I normally had no trouble in tuning out the crowd, but now, it was all I heard. The noise in the arena was deafening, with Toronto fans sensing victory, their cheers drowning out the sounds of the Calgary supporters.
Pushing myself as hard as I could, I flew down the side of the rink, hitting the puck to Davis. I blinked and I was off the ice, on the bench, glancing back up at the clock like a fucking masochist.
Twenty-seven seconds left. I was back on the ice. There was no possible way we could catch up now, but I didn’t let up the pace. I wasn’t going to lie down and take this loss. I was going to keep fighting to the bitter fucking end.
Nielson won the face-off, passing the puck to me. I tried to find an opening, but Toronto’s players were all over me.I managed to hit the puck through their legs, sending it towards Nielson. He fucking missed, with Toronto gaining easy possession of the puck.
Fifteen seconds.
Ten seconds.
Nielson wound up for a shot, but it was blocked. Petrov closed in, but one of Toronto’s forwards blocked his path?—
