Page 70 of Rookie Moves

“It’s cold,” I argue, trying to twist away from him.

He snorts a quiet laugh. “It’s an ice pack, Colby. It’s not going to be all warm and cozy like snuggling in front of a log fire on a snowy day.”

I grunt and try to relax as much as I can with a towel-covered ice pack being pressed against my bare skin. Getting bruised up during a game isn’t anything new. It’s all part of the game, but it sucks I’m going to be nursing one hell of a bruise as we head into the final.

Luckily, we had a fairly easy day today, so it’s given me some time to rest.

It started with a light skate this morning, followed by a workout, and then we spent a few hours watching tape after lunch. Now we’ve got some downtime before we need to head down for dinner.

I’ve already seen my parents and sister but managed to sneak off to join Tyler in our room, claiming I needed a nap. In reality, I wanted to make the most of having my own private nurse to aid me back to strength, except he’s being far too serious for my liking and wearing far too much clothing.

I reach out to grab the hem of Tyler’s T-shirt and push it up to his chin so I can see his chest and abs.

He’s so fucking hot. All broad shoulders and trim waist. He isn’t ripped with muscles cut from marble, but he is muscular in the strong sense. The curve of his pecs has me licking my lips, and the lines of his V point down to a cock I’m hungry to taste again.

A groan gets stuck in my throat. How am I starving for him when I only had him this morning?

“What are you doing?” he asks with a small smile.

“You’re being too serious.” I raise my other hand to give his nipple a flick.

His nostrils flare, and then he lets out a long exhale and adjusts the ice pack. “I just don’t like seeing you hurt.”

There’s a pull in my chest at the honesty in his words.

“I’m fine,” I say reassuringly. “It could have been worse.”

“I know, and that’s what’s pissing me off. What if this happens when I’m not around to take care of you?”

My gaze drifts back to his, and the concern swimming in his brown eyes has me swallowing thickly.

Injuries at the college level are common, but stepping up into the NHL means I’m going to be on the ice with players a lot bigger than me. Stronger. Hard hitters. Plus, fighting is banned at collegiate level, but it’s fair game once you reach the pros.

I’ve never once dropped the gloves, and I’m not gonna lie, the thought of it has my stomach clenching.

“I’ll be okay,” I whisper, hating how my voice catches on the last word.

He hums, clearly not believing me for a second.

Not wanting to think about it anymore, I drop my hand from his nipple to tug on the waistband of his sweatpants. A choked noise gets trapped in my throat when I notice he isn’t wearing any underwear. The heat that flares in my groin must be evident in my face, too, because he snickers under his breath.

“You’re relentless, you know that?”

“Didn’t hear you complaining when I blew you in the shower this morning,” I point out with a smirk.

“I’ve created a monster,” he teases with a wry grin, then takes the hem of his T-shirt from me and tucks it under his chin. I waste no time wrapping my fingers around his length and stroking him. He thickens in my palm, and my mouth waters.

“Sit on my chest and feed me your cock,” I beg.

He quirks his brow and smirks. “You’re becoming quite the pillow princess.”

I release his cock to reach up and wrap his hair around my fist. I give him a gentle tug to bring his face closer to mine.

“There’s something about you being on top of me that makes me crazy hard.” I thrust my hips up, pressing my erection against his ass, then drop my voice to a needy, desperate whimper and pout. “I’m injured, Ty. Don’t deprive an injured guy.”

“We’ve gotta go down for dinner soon,” he says with zero argument in his voice, already rising onto his knees and shoving his sweatpants down.

“Then you better hurry up and give me your dick already.” I give his bare ass a playful slap.