Okay, stop. Too soon. Too fucking soon, Merc. You’ve only been dating for half a minute.
This feeling though, it’s like a damn runaway train and boy have I left the station. I take a few calming breaths, the same kind I tell Theo to take when he’s anxious as I nuzzle safely into Jack’s neck.
His ribcage shakes with stilted laughter. “Dick or mouth. What a stupid question. Of course, dick. Your dick is my favorite thing, plowing into me like that. You’re a force, Mercy Meyer.”
I stand back so I can watch his green eyes sparkle and the perfect idea for Valentine’s Day hits me. I kiss his forehead. “All right, back to work. Looks like you’ve got more to clean up now.” I got the better part of the bargain by far. For many reasons, but only having to clean off my dick being the main one right now.
“Me? How’s that fair? This is all your fault.”
I shrug. “One of us has to make food. Do you wanna make the food instead?” Apparently, his dad forced him to learn how to cook so while he can make the basics, he hates it with a passion.
“Blech. Cooking. There you go, you get to see the full depth of my hate. I’d rather clean my own splooge off a wall than cook.”
“Thought so.”
He moves to the kitchen where some of the cleaning supplies are. He also tries to get dressed. “Nuh-uh, Leslie. I want something pretty to look at while I cook.”
Jack waggles his brows. “Kinky.”
What’s kinky is he’s still got my cum running down his legs, marking him all mine. I snag him on the way by for one more kiss. “If you stay naked, I can ravage you easier and do this.” I smack his ass to give his left ass cheek a handprint to match the right one.
His gaze softens to something contemplative. His body releases a visual sigh of contentment, letting all things internal and external relax. “I hope we stay like this, Merc.” Then he heads off to clean our mess, naked. “Oh, and I want you to stay naked too. Who knows, I might crawl over to suck your dick later.”
Might not be the best idea if I’m cooking something hot. Salads it is. I’ve got a bunch of pre-cooked boiled eggs I keep around for quick protein sources. It pays to be prepared.
It’s just too hard to get anything done with his gaping, leaking ass, staring me in the face though, so eventually, I have to throw his sweats at him because we need to eat something. Especially him.
“What? My ass offending you or somethin’?” he says, but the look on his face says he knows exactly why I’m demanding that he covers up. I pull on my sweats too so that I can further avoid temptation.
Soon, he’s at the counter again, but this time he’s there to watch me while I chop and toss salad. I should probably make him something with a carb in it too …
His expression has transformed from soft to mischievous.
“What?”
“Got a brilliant idea for Valentine’s Day. I’m so gonna win.”
“You are not. I’m gonna win.”
Truth is, it doesn’t matter what happens from here on out, I’ve already won.
Chapter20
Valentine’s Day Wars
On The Ice
JACK
“Mitch Sutter is the worst and I hope he gets traded down to Bantam, the only league he might be mature enough for,” Casey says before squeezing liquid electrolytes into his mouth via one of the bottles on the bench.
“Why do the hottest dudes always have to be the worst?” I say even though I’m staring at my hot dude who’s beyond hot with that white-hot rage on his face. Once upon a time, he thought we were toddlers with the way we react to Boston, but he’s come to see the light, otherwise known as how right we were about how douche-y they are.
“It’s a good game, ref! Too bad you’re missing it,” Coach yells, which is one ofmyfavorite lines to chirp. I’m so making him eat crow for that later.
“Hot? His nose has been broken so many times it looks like a lightning bolt down his face.”
“Um, fucking hot,” I confirm. Merc has a great big scar on his torso from a skate running him over when he played. I love tracing over and over it after we fuck.
