Page 125 of These Wicked Hearts

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

His hand slides along the back of my chair. It’s like we’re in this private world just for us, despite the crowd around us.

“It seems chaotic, but it’s actually very simple once you get the hang of it. It seems messy, but there’s a lot of thought going into the chaos. It’s a game of strategy.”

On the ice, players slam into the boards hard enough to rattle the glass in front of us. I jump slightly. “Crazy fucking game.” Atlas chuckles under his breath. “What’s a power play?”

“That’s an easy one. That’s what our time-out box is for.” I roll my eyes at his grin. “If you do something against the rules, you’re put in the penalty box for whatever amount of time is granted. Most of the time it’s only two minutes. That gives the other team a man advantage. Now, if the opposing team successfully keeps the other team with the advantage from scoring, that’s called a penalty kill.”

“Penalty kill.”

“Something we know all too well,” Grey mumbles. “Thanks to Oli.”

Atlas laughs. “The Otters are the most successful penalty killers, because once we’re on the disadvantage we move as a team. The only focus is keeping that puck away from our crease. We forget about scoring. We all defend as a unit.”

“Everything seems so brutal.”

He nods. “It’s true, but patience matters. You wait for that shot. If you get too nervous and anxious, you make mistakes. Stay calm and cool and focus on what you need to do.” I look at him, and his eyes hold mine. It’s unbearably warm in this space here between us. “What is it, Gage?” he whispers.

“N-nothing.”

“You seem like it’s something.”

I lick my lips. “It’s nothing.”

Only it doesn’t feel like nothing at all.

“Right there.”

“Shh.” I take the shell of his ear between my lips and slowly rotate my hips. “Can’t make too much noise.”

“I’m sure they’ve done way wor—fuck yes, there. Shit, Gage, yes. Worse. They’ve done worse.”

“Well, this is their home, huh?” I chuckle, and while I would love to drive into him hard and fast, this slow roll of my hips feels too good to amp up. I press kisses to his neck. His eyes are shut now and he’s on his stomach. He can’t touch himself at all like this. “I’m going to pump a load deep inside you.”

“Please.”

“Yeah?”

He nods softly, and with my arm braced across his chest, I groan, picking up speed just a little.

“Give it to me, Gage.” I cut his moans off with a kiss.

“I’m going to come.” Mindfully, I punch my hips forward, loving the squeeze of his body around mine. “Fuck, Atlas. Fuck.”

He struggles beneath me, to push back on my cock and get some friction for himself, as I punch my hips, unloading into the condom.

“That’s right, huh?”

“Feels so good.”

Still deep inside him, I sit up on my knees, jiggling his ass in my hands. “Fuck, so beautiful.” I pull out of him slowly and tap his cheek. “On your back.”

He moves as I lie between his thighs, teasing him with two fingers as I slide them inside his sloppy hole.

“You’re so close, huh?” He nods, sucking in a breath as I wrap my fingers around his cock.

I twist my fingers inside him and swallow around his length, and his fingers slide into my hair. “Oh yes. I’m going to come.” I moan with the first drops of cum, and Atlas’s muscles quiver, his fingers tightening. “Jesus.”