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"Did you enjoy that?" he says, kissing the side of my face and then my lips.

I nod slowly. I should feel embarrassed, but I don't. It just feels right. I look over at him and reach my hand down the front of his shirt. I love the feel of his muscular chest. I then roll over and pull his briefs down. His cock falls out, and it's hard. Very hard.

"You don't have to," he says. "If you?—"

I press my finger against his lips and then slowly suck on his cock.

"I've always wanted my own hockey player lollipop," I say as I deep throat him.

I'm rewarded by a loud groan. And as I get to work, I know that this is the most sinful I've ever been in my life, but I'm absolutely not hating it.

Chapter Fourteen

Tyler

"What a snipe, Tyler! Dang, you're killing it!" Johnson calls out to me.

"We got this."

"I know. Just stay focused," I say. We're both breathing heavily. We've only got two minutes left, but I'm already confident that we've won the game. The other team can't come back.

I look over in the stands and see Erica standing there with Sabrina, Miles, and Wes. I'm glad they've all come, but there are things I want to do to Erica right now that I definitely can't do with her brothers there.

"You ready?" Johnson says.

I nod.Get your act together, I think to myself. I cannot be thinking about Erica and how sweet she tasted when I'm in the middle of a game—a game that will decide whether or not I'm going to get a twenty-five-million-dollar bonus in a couple of months.

I resign myself to not look over at Erica’s side.

"Five, four, three, two, one," I mumble under my breath. "You have one goal, Tyler. You have one goal."

I get back on the ice and focus. There's no one who can stop me. The puck is mine, and I will not lose control. I will score. I will be MVP.

About thirty minutes later, I'm standing there after the pep talk with the coach, and even though we won, I don't feel the usual high of knowing that it was all thanks to me.

"Sorry, I need to go chat with my friends," I say and leave the locker room, not even caring if Coach has anything else to say.

I see Miles and Wes chatting and laughing over something, while Sabrina and Erica talk about what I think is their podcast, because Sabrina is asking if the new stats have come in, and Erica's not looking too happy.

"Hey guys, thanks for coming."

"Congratulations, Tyler. That was fucking epic!" Miles comes up to me and slaps his arm around my shoulder. "And when I say epic, I mean you're the man."

"Well, I try." I grin.

"You have fun, Wes?"

"Of course. Every single time I looked over at Sabrina, it was really fun. Thank you so much for the great seats. This was a really cool game."

I look over at Erica.

"You know not to ask me that question," she says, shaking her head. "It was boring. Like, boring boring."

"Don't be a hater, Erica," I say, grinning.

She offers me a small smile. I'm okay with her being a hater because I know if we went from zero to 100 in such a short amount of time, everyone would be suspicious. And I really don’t want to tell her brother that I gave her the best orgasm of her life the night before—or maybe it was two nights before. I can barely even keep track anymore. I've spent so many nights thinking about her when I haven’t been with her.

"You're just being a hater because you don't know how to skate," Miles says to her.