Page 21 of Tough Call

MADARS

What a surreal day. I’d asked Connor to join us at the Bone Church because after meeting up with him last night, I’d needed to see him again. So I’d grabbed the first opportunity I could think of. Somehow, that had segued into lunch, which had led to…

To this.

To lying in his bed, cuddled together after the best sex I’d had in ages followed by a couple of lazy handjobs in the shower.

I could’ve stayed here all night if he asked me to.

Except…

My heart sank. Yeah, I wanted to spend the night in Connor’s bed, but that would be a bad idea. Tomorrow, I had practice very early. The rest of the day would be occupied with team obligations. Media things. Meetings. Workouts. Team dinner. The following day, more of the same.

After that, the Games would start, so we’d both be tied up. Then they’d be over, and we’d be on our way back to our respective lives in our respective countries.

I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

I trailed my fingertips down his arm. “When do you fly back to Canada?”

Connor thought about it. “Tuesday after the Games end.”

“So… you have one more night after the closing events.”

He nodded, and then he seemed to track where I was going. “You… want to spend it together?”

I shrugged. “We could? Would be fun.” I ran my fingers through his short, damp hair. “If I’m a little sore on the plane or my first game back in Switzerland? Eh.”

He laughed as he curled closer to me. “So, what you’re saying is, you want me to fuck you right before we both go home?”

“Are you saying you don’t?”

“Not at all. Just making sure I understand the situation.” He slid his hand along my back. “And it sounds like the situation is that we can hook up the last night before we leave.”

“Mmhmm. We can.”

Connor grinned. So did I. Then we were kissing again, and I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. He’d been a good kisser back in the day, but the way he kissed now was intoxicating. Every slide of his tongue, every brush of his lips—I’d had sex with men who did less for me than a long, decadent kiss with Connor did.

And if he kept kissing me like this, I was going to end up in him again before this night was over.

“Fuck, Connor,” I whispered between kisses. “We’re going to end up going three rounds. You know that, right?”

He squirmed in my embrace, rubbing his hardening dick against my thigh. “Promise?”

I just groaned and kissed him again.

Then a thought crossed my mess of a mind, and I broke the kiss with a quiet laugh. “You know, if Team Latvia wins, I might have to ask you to come to every international tournament.”

“Oh yeah?” He grinned. “So you can fuck me for good luck?”

“Well, I mean…” I half-shrugged. “If something works, why mess with it?”

His laughter was so beautiful, making my toes curl almost as much as my orgasms had. “You hockey players and your superstitions.”

I was chuckling too. “Hey, whatever it takes to win.”

He snorted. “So now I’m part of a player’s superstitious pre-tournament ritual. Achievement unlocked?”

“If we win, yes,” I clarified.