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Wy nodded, and I circled my arms around his waist, holding tight, before I began to rock us like a boat in a stormy sea. The chair creaked, and the sensations were different from thrusting in and out, more of a tease, but I must’ve been managing to nudge all the good spots because Wy began to let out little snarly moans each time I pushed my hips forward. Sweat broke out on my body. The sensation of the leather sliding against my back and his hot muscled body pushing down on my front had my head swimming.
This was peak living. The win tonight on the ice. The winnow.
Biting his shoulder just enough to feel the muscles tense under my lips, I picked up the pace and slid my hand down to the sweet firm cock standing at attention in his lap. He yelled—probably too loud—when I closed my hand around him and began to tease him in time to the tempo of my hips.
“Faster, Atlas. Faster, faster,” he chanted. All I could do was race to comply. “Please,” he said, then a long, drawn-out moan from him echoed in the room.
That was it.
I loved fucking sounds out of him. I kissed along his neck to the other side and sucked on that earlobe, rolling my tongue around his earring to feel the smoothness of the metal, then the sharp point at the back. Something about the slightly dangerous sensation thrummed through my body, coupled with the sensuous heat of his hole, and I jerked him off faster.
His hands scrabbled along my arm where I had it wrapped tightly around his waist, and then he tensed, his body milking mine as hot cum spilled over my fingers and his cock pulsed in my grip. The scent of his musk in the air shoved me completely over the edge, and I sucked hard on his neck as I emptied my balls deep in his body and clutched him close.
The wave of exhilaration after coming inside him was every bit as good as getting cheered off the ice by fans earlier tonight—no, even better.
“Is that how much you missed me?” he asked dreamily, settling back against my chest.
“Not even close,” I growled into his ear.
He chuckled. The sound of his laughter was intoxicating, especially while I was still inside his body and he was snug in my arms.
“I love you.” The second the words were out, fear almost choked me. Why had I said that? I buried my face against his neck. A few heartbeats passed, and I worried he would try to get off my lap, but he didn’t. His hand smoothed gently along my arm.
Wy leaned his head back and twisted until he was looking me in the eye, and then he kissed me, his tongue swirling lazily with mine. No, that wasn’t the same as Wy saying that four-letter word back, but I could feel him shaking in my arms and there was something caring in his gaze. That awful sensation that I’d done the wrong thing vanished as hope tickled inside my chest, blooming bright and fierce. I started moving my hips again as my cock took new interest in his tongue teasing mine.
I would say he’d missed me every bit as much as I’d missed him.
24
WYSTAN
Beingangry at Atlas was almost impossible.
Other than the fact that he was fucking hot, he also cared a lot more than I’d thought he did. Throughout the night, he made sure I was comfortable and kept checking on me. He tickled his fingers down my thigh and whispered sweet words into the shell of my ear, eliciting a ripple of shivers from me. When we woke up, he helped me do my knee exercises, then showered with me. As we left my room, we ran into Joseph, who stopped and stared for a moment.
Fear crept through me as I clutched my crutches tighter in my hands, but he merely nodded.
“Elissa cooked breakfast, if you boys are hungry.” There was some minorly awkward smiling before he left to go downstairs.
I watched, surprised we hadn’t gotten more of a reaction, but he already knew we were fucking, didn’t he?
Atlas glanced at me with a pursed mouth and a flicker of uncertainty flashed in his eyes.
“You okay?” I asked.
He gave me a small smile. “Yeah. You wanna go somewhere after breakfast?”
“Where?” I began to walk slowly. My knee was in its immobilizer, bandaged up to keep it protected from moving too much, and while the meds helped with the pain, it didn’t fully kill it. My leg always hurt more after the exercises, though.
“To the rink.” He grinned when I frowned at him, and as we reached the staircase, he grabbed my elbow to help me down each step. I took my time, using both my crutches and the handrail to guide me down.
“Why?” I was full of questions, but he was planning something, and I wanted to know what. I couldn’t skate.
“Just trust me, Birdy.” He nudged his shoulder against mine gently when we got to the bottom of the staircase.
Sweat clung to my forehead and cheeks. It always took a lot of energy to get down the steps with my fucked-up knee, but Atlas’s help made it easier.
Concern twisted his mouth, and he stepped in closer, his presence domineering but also strangely protective and comforting. “Are you okay?”
