“International incident,” Cody muttered.
“Tell him you call it a ‘one-man pitch invasion.’”
“No.”
Davis:
We’ll take care of him, and the others. You don’t have to worry
Cody:
I want regular updates
Petrov:
That brings us nicely to the next order of business. How would you feel about a monthly video call to discuss training techniques? We could help each other out
Cody:
Sounds good. I’d like that
When he placed his phone back on the counter, I cupped his jaw, tilting his head so I could meet his eyes. I licked my lips, unsure about what I wanted to say, but needing to get the words out regardless. “Do you have any regrets? About staying, I mean. And all that goes with it. Giving up the NHL and having your old teammates take over your work with the kids. Moving away from everything you’ve ever known.”
Cody’s gaze bored into mine, his eyes dark and serious. “None.”
“None at all?”
“Jude. No. I spent six years in the NHL feeling like I didn’t quite belong anywhere. Like I was always one mistake away from being dropped. I fucking love hockey, and I was lucky to play in the NHL, but you know the struggle I had dealing with the things that come with playing at that level.” He laughed without humour. “Yeah, coaching was an escape, and I’m gonna miss those kids, but I know they’re in good hands.”
“They are.”
He leaned in, brushing his mouth over mine. “I moved to a new country, and I gained so much more than I lost. A great job. Friends.You. You’re here, and I get to come home to you every night. Believe me, there’s nothing to regret.”
“I fucking love you,” I breathed. “Come with me now, please.”
“Love you. So fucking much.”
Reaching out, I threaded my fingers through his and led him out the door.
“Fuuuck.” My hips thrust forwards, Cody’s hot mouth wrapped around my cock as he knelt down, palming my ass. “This was supposed to be me taking care of you. It was your reward for agreeing to have the housewarming party.”
Releasing me, he eyed me from beneath his lashes, his pupils blown wide, slowly and deliberately swiping his tongue over his lips. “My reward is you lying down on this blanket and letting me rim you.”
I groaned, throwing my head back as vivid images flashed through my mind. “Yeah. Okay. Fuck.”
I let him drag me down to the blanket and arrange me on my stomach with a pillow beneath me. He crawled over me, restinghis weight on his hands and knees, and placed his mouth to my ear.
“Do you trust me? I want to try something. It’ll involve patience, but I think you’ll like it.”
“Anything. It’s your reward.”
His mouth curved upwards. “Okay. Tell me if you want to stop.” Moving back, he trailed his lips down my spine, his stubble lightly rasping against my skin, while his hands followed the same path down my sides.
The summer night was cool, which was why I’d brought extra blankets outside, but in that moment, I felt as if I was burning. His hands spread my ass, the callouses rough on my oversensitive skin, and then his hot tongue swiped over my hole.
“Cody.”
He hummed, teasing my rim with the tip of his tongue until I arched back against him, desperate for more. My cock was leaking steadily into the pillow, the pressure far too light to satisfy, thanks to the way his hands were positioning me, holding me in place. It was torture. It was unbearable. It was so fucking good.
