Page 20 of Date With Skates

When it’s just me. Nico causes problems now and then, but we don’t have the same taste in men, so it’s not like we fight over them. We have been known to fight over things over the years, though, considering we grew up like brothers because our family is so close. But men have never been an issue. In fact, I’m surprised Nico is even into a hockey player. They’re not usually his type.

I think I have one of those faces that men struggle to say no to, which is why I’m rarely denied what I want when it comes to them. I’m so charming and just damn adorable. Men usually want me more than I want them. I’ve dealt with clingers on multiple occasions.

The difference here is that Connor wants me just as badly as I want him, in a pure sexual and animalistic sort of way. It’s kind of perfect. I didn’t even have to beg to suck his dick. He just agreed to let me. Which is why I’m going to meet him.

Nico is already in bed, and one of my roommates is sleeping, but the other hasn’t come back yet. Not that we report to each other or anything, we’re free to do what we want, but we do keep an eye out. Check in. That sort of thing.

I dress in sweats and a sweatshirt, quickly throw on my boots, and carefully leave the room so I’m not loud.

There is no one in the hallway or the elevator as I make my way down.

The air bites at my skin as soon as I open the door. It’s freezing.

I should have grabbed a bigger jacket, but I’m only going to be out here for a minute. I hurry toward Connor’s building and wait by the door until I see him walking over, all alone.

He smirks when he sees me.

“Well, look who came looking for Trouble,” he mutters as he stops beside me.

I narrow my eyes. “I thought I was Trouble?”

“Yeah…” He leans in close, lowering his voice. “I was talking about me.”

My heart skips a beat, my dick twitching in my pants.

“Get me inside before I do something indecent on this stoop.”

He chuckles as he opens the door, holding it so I can step inside. My skin warms immediately, and I follow him up to his room, but he doesn’t unlock the door right away.

“Pretty sure Roman is already asleep—”

“I told you I would be quiet.”

“I still don’t believe that’s possible,” he mutters.

I scoff as he opens the door and pops his head in, then steps inside and gestures for me to go.

Roman’s door is closed, and I hurry to Connor’s room. I’m waiting for at least a minute before he comes in after me.

“I didn’t sneak out of my room at this hour to be in this room by myself, Hockey Boy,” I say.

Smirking, he takes off his jacket, tossing it on the chair in the corner, then toeing off his shoes.

I fall back onto the bed.

“I put on pants for this, and I’d really like to get to the point where they’re unnecessary.” I sigh.

He says nothing, just keeps doing whatever he needs to do. Looking in his dresser, shifting his jacket, moving his shoes.

I huff loudly. “You know, for someone who—”

“All you’re doing is proving my point.”

I narrow my eyes, meeting his gaze. “Was this a test? I don’t like tests. I like dick. Specifically yours. So you should give it to me.”

Holding my gaze, he pulls off his sweatshirt and shirt, all in one go, leaving him standing there in white sweatpants that are riding low on his hips. I take in that hot as fuck V line that points right to the place I want to get at. His abs are firm and defined, just like his pecs. And those shoulders… fuck, those shoulders are nice.

“Wow, are you speechless right now? I really didn’t think it was possible.”