Page 35 of Rookie Moves

Denver played hard. They weren’t going down without a fight, and as we went into the second overtime period, I was starting to get a little worried we weren’t going to make it. But I should have known better than to worry because we have something they don’t: we have the golden boy on our side.

As always, Colby was our saving grace. He sneaked the puck into the back of the net, sealing us the W with only seven seconds left of the period.

The goal also happened to be his sixth hat trick of the season.

And that’s not including our secret hat trick we scored last night.

Yep, that’s right, I made him come two more times after our epic frot session that will go down in the history books as one of the hottest experiences of my life. I was riding on such a high when I woke up this morning that I came into today’s game feeling like I was walking on the fucking moon. Like I was invincible.

And Colby has been on fire this weekend. Not just on the ice, but with how much his confidence has grown since I went to his room earlier this week.

Each touch, each kiss, each little moan he allowed me to hear, it all added to the burning desire simmering in my stomach.

There’s also a sense of pride filling my chest at how incredible he’s been this weekend, and I like to think part of it has been down to me and my amazing sex tutoring skills. But in reality, I know it’s because Colby is just… well, Colby.

He’s a superstar in his own right, and I’m so fucking honored to be able to share the ice with him.

And his bed, though I won’t be quoting that in the NCAA press release.

Coach Vaughn steps into the locker room and lets us know the bus will be taking us back to campus in forty-five minutes. The rowdy huddle breaks up, and we head to our respective stalls to get undressed and hit the showers, though we’re still bouncing off the walls, giddy as hell as we wash the sweat away.

My smile still hasn’t worn off by the time I slip on my sneakers and zip up my gear bag, ready to carry out to the bus. I glance over to Colby, who’s sitting a few stalls down, catching the moment his damp hair falls into his face as he bends to zip up his gear bag. My fingers itch with the urge to sink them into the soft waves and push them away from his face.

But I manage to resist. Just.

Instead, my mind fills with images from last night. Him sprawled out on the bed beneath me. Blond curls a mess against the pillow. The pleasured sounds that dripped from his lips as my hard cock rubbed against his.

Fuck, I can’t be thinking like this about him.

He asked me to help him, not fantasize about him.

Mentally shaking the scorching hot image from my brain, I shrug on my jacket and put on my hat. I’m purposely stalling because I don’t want Colby to walk out to the bus on his own.

Sure, the reporters haven’t been as pushy as they have been on other nights, but I don’t trust that they won’t be waiting for him tonight. There’s no doubt he’s going to be the main topic of conversation after the stellar game he’s had and being the reason we’re heading to the Frozen Four in two weeks.

I keep my eye on him while I turn to Liam, encouraging him to stop walking around half-naked and talking to anyone who will listen.

“Maybe we should throw a party,” Liam suggests, finally sticking his legs into his pants. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever, but we can’t do that unless you fucking get dressed already.” I pick up his T-shirt and whip it against his stomach.

Throwing a glare my way, he snatches the T-shirt from my hand and shoves it over his head.

A party doesn’t sound like a bad idea, but my mind strays to the last time we went to a party and everything that transpired afterward.

Would Colby come if it was at our house? Depending on the number of people who attend, we could easily sneak off to my room located on the top floor. We usually block the upstairs off so nobody can sneak up there, so we would be able to have some privacy.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Colby lifting his gear bag onto his shoulder and spinning around to make sure his cubby is clear.

Picking up my own bag, I shift my gaze to Liam, giving him a look that says, “hurry the fuck up,” before following Colby out of the locker room.

“Hey, Colbs, wait up,” I say, picking up my pace to close the distance between us.

The smile on Colby’s face when he turns around has me almost stumbling over my feet.

How am I going to be able to look at him the same now I know what he looks like when he comes?

Sidling up next to him, I wrap my free arm around his shoulders. “So, how does your back feel after carrying Whilton U to the finals?”