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He steps into my space again. Letting him drag me out here was a mistake I can thank my dick for. I’ll find a way to resist him.
“Wasn’t stalking you. My team’s here too. This is Boston’s version of The Foxy—the Copperheads always come here post game.”
I look him up and down. “You were gonna pick someone up lookin’ like that?”
He smirks. “Oh, Alderchuck. It doesn’t matter what I wear. I can have anyone I want, and I’m happy to prove it.”
“Except me. I’m sticking to my ‘Henry Otterhammer railing me’ plan.” Trying to make my exit proves difficult with Sutter acting like a stone wall.
“The fuck you are. Why you bein’ difficult?”
Why am I being difficult? To prove a point to myself? Yeah, I think that’s it. I want to know that I can resist him, but it’s hard with his scent surrounding me and his big Sutter energy.
He noses along the curve of my neck, sending shivers up my nape and into my chest.
“Let me fuck your mouth, Alderchuck.”
This is the moment the angel and devil show up in cartoons. I only have two devils. One telling me to give in to Sutter, and the other telling me to make Sutter grovel before I give in. The latter might seem the obvious choice, but Sutter’s lips, fuck. They’re pressing their way into the crook of my collarbone and my dick’s straining against my zipper. Never should have worn these jeans.
“Tell me you’re sorry.”
“For what?” he murmurs. “Are you bein’ a little bitch about the game?”
“Not at all. You were being dirty, Sutter.”
“I always am. It’s never bothered you before. You’re usually just as dirty. I thought it was our form of foreplay.”
Tingles break out all over my body. Good or bad ones? I’m not sure. He’s right. I am just as dirty, but I haven’t been. Why? That’s a little journey for me to go on later. For now, I’ve got two hundred and thirty pounds of Sutter, smelling like sex and sin around me. I’m only a man. I’m not sure I can resist him, but I’m still trying. I want to inhale his scent, but I won’t. Want to lick his skin. Not gonna do that either.
I think he’s right about the foreplay thing, too, ‘cause I’m pretty into this after being so aroused on the ice. Can’t give in too quickly, though, or he’ll think I’m easy prey.
“What the fuck do you mean it’s never bothered me? It’s the whole reason I beat your ass so hard on the ice.” Even if I do it too, he starts it.
His laugh begins as a slow chuckle till it builds so loud it echoes through the alleyway.
“Not funny, and if I don’t hear groveling soon, I’m heading inside.”
“I wasn’t laughing at you, kitten. Alright, what do I have to say so you’ll let me stick my cock in you?”
Do I have Sutter in the palm of my hand? “Tell me I’m better than you at hockey.”
“I can, but why would you want me to lie like that?”
“Sutter. Fuck, you’re so bad at this.” But I finally give in and let my head fall right where I like it on his shoulder. My body breathes relief.
His fingers comb through my hair, curling and toying with it. My heart rate slows, and my anger dissipates into the chill air. He uses a knuckle to nudge my face up.
“I one hundred percent came here to abduct your ass.” Jangling sounds break the crisp night. He waves a set of handcuffs in my face. “If you weren’t going to come willingly, I had these.”
Well, damn. That would have been fun. Jack and I have a top ten list of ways we want to be fucked. Abduction, anything to do with it—by our partner—is in our top three. Not that Sutter’s my partner, but he’s a regular fuck buddy, so he counts.
Hell, I’d go as far as to say that it’s romantic in a Sutter-ish kind of way. Fuck it. I need a taste, just a taste of him. My lips find his and he must have pocketed his handcuffs because his large hands grip my face, setting my body afire. He takes over, kissing me slowly and then inhaling me.
“You were sucking on watermelon Jolly Ranchers again,” he says, licking my lips, and resting his forehead against mine. “Do you have to tell anyone you’re leaving?”
What a dick. I didn’t say that I was leaving with him, even if my kiss implied it. “I’ll text them when I get to the car—you did bring your car, yeah?”
“Can’t have a proper abduction without a car, Alderchuck. C’mon.” He slaps my ass like he owns it—because he thinks he does—and walks ahead, expecting me to follow.
