Puck Drills & Quick Thrills (CU Hockey 5)

I wrap my arms around his back and drop my head to his shoulder. “I think I’ve been ready for a relationship for a long while, but it took leaving my NHL lifestyle behind me to do it. It’s really not conducive to successful relationships. Half my teammates were divorced or eternal bachelors. A few had wives and appeared happy, but it felt like there were more divorce announcements than marriage proposals at one point.”

“Well, I can’t say I’m happy about the circumstances that made you leave that world, but I am thankful you’re here now.”

I don’t want to start spouting shit about everything happening for a reason because I believe that’s just something people tell themselves when going through grief, but if life did have a mapped-out plan, I’d like to think Jasper would be a huge part of mine.

I touch my forehead to his and breathe him in. “Show me how much.”

Jasper doesn’t hesitate, but he does start out slow. He undresses me with soft caresses, touches every inch of my bare skin as we make our way to his room.

“As much as I love the feel of your hands on me, and I love it when you take your time, I need rough, I need fast, and I need you inside me.”

“Get on the bed,” Jasper growls. “Hands and knees.”

Yes. This. This is what I want.

He wastes no time prepping me and even less time easing me into it. The minute he bottoms out, he pulls back and slams back in again. The sting is intense but manageable, and the more he moves inside me, the easier I take him.

I don’t last nearly as long as I want to. When there’re no restrictions on noise, when I don’t have to hold back, everything intensifies, and I’m sweaty, panting, and trying to convince my body to calm down enough to drag this out longer.

Jasper has other ideas though. He reaches around me and strokes my cock in time with his thrusts, and there’s no way I can stop the wave of pleasure that ripples through me.

It hits hard, and I’m thankful I don’t have to cover my mouth to stop the guttural sound that leaves me.

By the time I’m done coming, Jasper is still pushing into me over and over again, pegging my oversensitive prostate until he finally stills and collapses on top of me.

“That was fast,” I say breathlessly.

“Couldn’t help it. The sounds you make when you don’t have to be quiet are positively sinful.” He rolls off me and onto his back.

“Wait until you hear the sounds I make while doing the fucking. I think I’m even more vocal then.”

Jasper smiles. “Sleep first. Porn noises tomorrow morning.”

“Deal.”

Only, that’s not what happens. After we clean up and go to sleep, I’m not woken by Jasper’s mouth on mine or his hand on my cock. Nope, that annoying noise is my goddamn phone, and I have no idea what time it is.

I blindly reach for it and answer without looking. “Hello?”

“You need to get home.” It’s Asher.

I bolt upright. “I’ll be right there.”

I can’t get out of bed fast enough, and Jasper stirs.

“What’s going on?”

I pause and huff. “I don’t actually know. Asher said I need to come home, and I didn’t hesitate.” I throw on some clothes. “He wouldn’t call if it wasn’t an emergency. Like, if we ran out of milk, he’d just ask. He wouldn’t say I need to get home.”

“I’ll come with you.”

I almost tell him to keep sleeping, but there’s a part of me that wants him there. He has this way of centering me and making me feel like I know what I’m doing when I absolutely don’t.

“Thank you.”

We’re quick to get on the road, and a few minutes later, we pull up to the house. It’s not on fire. That’s one worry down.

It’s not until we climb out of the car and approach the porch steps that I see the problem.

I should have left Jasper back at his place.

There, sitting on the old and uncomfortable wicker chairs with messy caramel-colored hair, a playoff beard that’s obviously been trimmed to look neat, and a surrounding essence that is ego mixed with confidence, is the one and only Ezra Palaszczuk.

“Hey, isn’t that—” Jasper starts.

Ezra stands, all tall and with the presence of a defenseman, and moves toward the porch steps to meet us. “Uh, Asher locked me out.”

“I don’t really blame him,” I say.

Ezra’s gaze moves toward Jasper.

I ignore it. “What are you doing here?”

“I fucked up. Actually, I fucked up a lot last year. I need to apologize to you and to Asher, but also … I kinda need a place to crash for a while?”

Of course he does. “What did you do?”

“Uh, stuff.”

I cock my brow at him.

“Okay, fine. I got drunk, punched a Philly fan, and slept with someone I shouldn’t have.”