“Now, I don’t know how I’m going to be your captain on the ice and your . . .”
“Lover, bed buddy, boyfriend?” he interjects, and the last one makes my heart skip a beat. But it’s way too soon for that, isn’t it?
“You know what I mean,” I say, and he shrugs.
“We can try, though, can’t we?”
“And if it’s too hard?”
“Then we deal with it. I don’t want to not even try just because it might be hard.”
“Okay, so we’ll be completely professional, teammates first. At the rink, at official team events, we’re captain and rookie only.”
“And when we’re not, I get to kiss those perfect lips,” he says, and then he glances up to the windows on the second floor.
“The boys’ rooms are at the front of the house,” I say, and he takes my bowl, and his, and puts them on the ground then straddles my legs. The seat swings out in a slow rhythmic motion, and he links his hands behind my head.
“Is this okay?”
“Perfect,” I say, cupping his ass, and he leans down and kisses me.
His mouth is soft, and as his fingers slide up the back of my neck and tangle in my hair, my cock throbs.
“I want you so bad,” I moan into his mouth, lifting him as I stand. He links his legs around my waist, and he grinds himself over my bulge as I walk us toward the oak tree.
“Up,” I say, breaking our kiss. And he follows my stare up to the tree house.
“Is it safe?”
“Would I ever put you in harm’s way?”
He smiles widely, kisses me quickly, then unclasps his legs from their hold around me and starts making his way up. He moves slowly, flexing his ass with each rung.
“Tease,” I say as I follow.
“What are you going to do about it?” he asks, looking back over his shoulder.
“Whatever you want.”
Chapter twenty-one
Luka
Icrawlthroughthetreehouse doorway and find it’s got a few cushions and an old blue rug down over the wooden floor. It creaks a little under my weight, but it seems solid enough.
“When was the last time you were up here?” I ask as his head pops up in the doorway.
“A couple of weeks ago, Benji threw a party and put all this in here. Not that any of his friends wanted to climb into our treehouse. The back yard looked amazing with the string lights crisscrossing from the trees across the whole thing, though.”
“And you’re sure it’s safe?”
“Yep, solid as a rock.”
“That’s what he said,” I chuckle, and he glances down at his bulge.
“The rock is all your fault.”
“I guess I should help you take care of that, then,” I say, and he crawls between my legs, cups my face, and kisses me.
