Line Mates & Study Dates (CU Hockey 4)

I wink. “Later. I’m helping you.”

Before I know what he’s doing, Kole sits on my lap. “My job.”

I shift in my seat, his ass rubbing against my hardening cock. “Ooh, one of my hottest fantasies is about to come true.”

Kole grabs the steering wheel. “Crashing a Zamboni and damaging school property is one of your fantasies?”

“No, but Zamboning on ice is.” I rotate my hips a little. “Road Head On Ice? The next Disney show?”

“You’re ridiculous. This will go a whole lot faster if you just let me do it.”

“That’s what she said.”

“You’re such a man child.”

I take my foot off the gas and come to a stop. “Fine, but can you please hurry up? I really need to study. Like, my brain is so hard for you.”

“We both know you’re not talking about your brain.”

“And now you’re thinking about my dick.” I’m tempted to grab it as I climb down onto the ice, but I resist because I’m a classy fucker. “My work here is done. Hurry up so we can get out of here.”

He takes off, mumbling something like who knew petulance could be a turn-on.

“It’s a talent!” I call after him.

14

Kole

What is wrong with me? Moody bastards have never been my thing, but all I’ve been able to think of all day—hell, since Asher sucked my dick—is how to get back in his pants.

And as soon as we get to my place, whatever I’ve done has clearly worked. He parks his car across the street and rushes to catch up to me.

It snowed last night, the type that sticks to the ground, and Asher almost slips on some black ice, but the need to get off apparently doesn’t affect his reflexes as he rights himself and meets me at the door.

We’ve barely crossed the threshold when Asher slams me into the wall opposite and his body covers mine. His erection presses into my hip as my bag digs into my side, and he lowers his mouth to mine.

It’s all tongues and greedy mouths devouring one another.

Damn, he can kiss.

We fight for control, for dominance, and it’s such a fucking turn-on when he reaches up to lock my face where he wants it that my dick goes from half-mast this-is-hot-but-bearable to Houston-we-have-a-problem.

I tear my mouth away from his, and Asher tries to follow until I gasp out, “Wait. Wait, wait … wait.”

For …? Words, Kole.

“I need to check my parents aren’t home.”

Asher pauses. “You said they were out.”

“They’re supposed to be. But we wouldn’t want to get busted and out ourselves, would we?”

He hurries to shake his head.

I take a deep breath and yell, “Mom, Dad, I’m home!”

Then we both fall silent, straining our ears to pick out any sounds over our heavy breathing.

After a minute of deep quiet, Asher relaxes, and his stare immediately drops to my lips. “Where were we?”

I scramble out of his hold before he kisses me and sends me brain-dead again. “Studying. Lots and lots of studying.”

“That better be a fucking euphemism,” Asher growls. I take his hand and drag him after me, leading the way upstairs.

I need to stay strong and make sure he gets some studying in first, and I have approximately ten seconds before we reach my room to find my restraint.

Which is nearly impossible when I pause for point three of a second to open my door and Asher presses up behind me. Hot breath tickles my neck as he shoves us inside and kicks the door closed, but before things can escalate, I turn the tables.

I spin in Asher’s arms and back him up to my bed before pushing him down on the mattress. He lands with a thump, and I run my hands up his spread thighs, stopping before I reach the straining bulge in his pants.

Asher’s hips buck off the bed in encouragement, but I smoothly step back, ignoring the begging my own cock is doing, and flop into my desk chair instead.

“You. Are. A dick.”

“No, you want to see my dick.” I grin. “There’s a difference.”

And then, because I’m enjoying myself, I drop my bag to the ground and reach in to pull out my glasses.

His jaw ticks. “Now you’re being cruel.”

“What do you need help with this time?” I try to keep my voice level, but Asher chooses that moment to crawl off the bed and approach with slow, stalking strides that make me shiver.

“Lymphatic system.”

“Let’s start there, then.”

“Or …” He sinks to his knees and buries his face into my crotch, and well, mm …

“Fair argument.” But I can’t let him think it’s that easy. I wind my fingers through his hair in the way I love. Then I give his head a sharp tug backward.

Lust-drenched green eyes flick up to meet mine, and I have to tighten my grip on him, both to keep him in place and to stop myself from doing something dumb like kissing him.