“I’ll never be sick of you.”
He pushed against my chest to get me to let go, then palmed my cheeks and kissed me long and deep.
“I love you, baby, but I need to go. I’m excited to meet Max. It will be so good to have someone on my right who can match me.”
I waved after him until he backed out of the yard.
Gods, I was so far gone for him.
Halfway through Nate’s training camp, I had fucking enough of sleeping alone. It was nearly nine at night when my phone finally rang and my mate’s smile greeted me.
“Hey Pecs, sorry I’m so late today. We spent the day in Kirkmuir and only just got back to the hotel.” He laid back on his crisp white sheets and propped the phone up against a pillow. “Bo was being so weird earlier.He keeps ogling the hotel manager and thinks none of us notice that he’s down bad. I don’t think he’s got a chance with him, though. That man has a stick so far up his ass you could shoot a puck—”
My eyes fell on his chest.
“Are you wearing your jersey?” I interrupted him, the words forcing their way out of my throat in a raspy whisper.
“Yeah.” Nate pushed his phone further back and more of his body came into view: bare legs and a glimpse of the tight, navy boxers he bought in value packs. “Thought you might enjoy the view.”
I swallowed and put my phone up against Nate’s pillow. Without another word and with my face glued to the screen, I pushed my pyjama pants down my legs. My cock was already hard and aching.
Nate’s breathing sped up. He struggled out of his boxers and gripped the hem of his jersey.
“No,” I stopped him. “Leave the jersey on, Nate.”
He nodded hastily.
“Turn around and let me see that ass.”
My mate’s cheeks heated when he turned around on the bed.
“Oh, fuuuck, Frat Boy,” I growled. He looked back over his shoulder and I almost came from the look on his face alone. “I miss you.”
Nate reached between his spread thighs and fisted himself.
“Get the lube and lie on your back,” I instructed. “As great as you are at stick handling, Decker, I have another idea for tonight.”
He fumbled with the bedside drawer and pulled out the lube, then he flung himself down on the bed, and the phone flipped on its front.
“Shit, sorry,” he gasped as he put it back and set it so it felt like I was between his spread thighs. His hole tightened when he shifted his feet even wider and he panted.
“I need to watch you, Frat Boy,” I told him with a hand on my cock. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” I confessed and gave myself a firm stroke.
“I can’t get the thought out of my head. I need to watch you open for me, Nate. Right now. Will you do that for me?”
“Oh God, Vee,” he whimpered. He squeezed some lube out and spread it around his hole. It clenched under his fingertips.
“Good,” I murmured. “You’re doing great. Now put a finger in and show me how ready you are for your mate.”
Nate cursed and sank his index finger into his body. Greedy as he was, he pushed his middle finger in a moment later, and pulled his leg up with the other hand to give himself more room.
My cock leaked so much I didn’t bother with lube. I spread it down my length and stroked myself in time with his thrusts.
“I can feel you from here, how hot you are inside and how tight.”
He moaned my name and sped up.
“Oh my God, baby, I won’t last.”
