Page 40 of Game Misconduct

Tanner fist-pumped internally, then slid his hand under Leif’s sweater. It was soft—probably cashmere or some shit—and he only had a thin tank underneath. They pulled apart so Tanner could yank the sweater off and toss it onto the end of the bed before diving in and running his hands along Leif’s torso.

Leif was built more like a swimmer than a hockey player, with wide shoulders, a long torso, and narrow hips. But his thighs were tightly muscled, and he had a hell of an ass.

Tanner could see the pinky-brown color of his nipples peeking through the thin fabric of the white cotton and he shoved Leif down onto the bed so he could get his mouth on one.

Leif shuddered and moaned, tugging at Tanner’s hair a little as he sucked. The fabric was rough against his tongue, but when he pulled away, he liked the way it had gone all see-through from the wetness of his mouth.

“The fuck was that?” Leif asked, his voice all rough.

“Did you like it?” Tanner shifted until he settled comfortably into the vee of Leif’s legs.

Leif nodded, his eyes fluttering a little.

“Good.” Tanner lowered his head and went at it again. He sucked and licked at Leif’s nipple until it stood up in a hard little peak.

“Fuck,” Leif whispered when Tanner dragged his teeth across it, so Tanner did it again.

Eventually, when he got tired of tasting cotton, he tugged the fabric back and attacked the nipple itself. He bit at and around it, watching with satisfaction as Leif’s skin broke out in goosebumps and the spot where Tanner used his teeth went pink.

Leif groaned and began to rock his hips.

Tanner slid his hands up under the tank top, laughing a little when Leif flinched and squirmed at the drag of his hands across his ribs. Leif was so fucking ticklish, and Tanner couldn’t wait to take advantage of that.

But maybe not right now. Maybe not tonight even, but he had a good feeling this wouldn’t be the last time they hooked up.

Tanner worked the shirt up and off over Leif’s head, then dragged his teeth across Leif’s pec before biting.

“Of course you’re a biter,” Leif muttered.

Tanner laughed. “You say that like that’s a bad thing.”

“It will be when I have to explain to all of the guys in the locker room where I got the marks.”

Tanner lifted his head, arching an eyebrow at Leif in disbelief. “You’re planning to tell them we’re hooking up?”

A horrified expression crossed Leif’s face. “No! Fuck, of course not. I just mean that I’ll have to explain that I hooked up withsomeoneand that they’re actually a vampire.”

Tanner snickered and tilted his head so he could bite the side of Leif’s neck. “I vant to suck your blood,” he said in a cheesy Dracula accent.

Leif groaned and hooked his leg around Tanner’s, twisting to the side and bringing Tanner with him until he was pinned under Leif’s body. “Don’t youdareleave marks on my neck. I have publicity shit to do!”

“I know! I wouldn’t!” Tanner protested. “It’ll be under the uniform. I swear.”

“Sure,” Leif said, his tone skeptical.

“You’re so mean to me,” Tanner pointed out. “I have donenothingwrong.”

Leif raised up on one elbow. “Except break into a man’s hotel room and jerk off in his bed.”

Tanner shrugged. “It got me what I wanted, didn’t it?”

Leif narrowed his eyes. “You said you didn’t do it on purp?—”

“I waskidding.” Tanner poked Leif’s side and made him squawk. “Don’t be dumb.”

“Ugh. You’re so annoying. Shutup.” Leif kissed Tanner.

Kissing was the best, so Tanner opened his mouth a little wider to let Leif’s tongue sweep inside, then wrapped his other leg around Leif’s hip to get some friction going.