Page 57 of Studs Up
I was alone for three minutes before the door opened, closed, and locked. He tossed his bag onto his bed and didn’t slow down as he reached for me.
I was about to grab him and put my hands on him to make sure he was okay when all of his walls fell, and he was stripping off my shirt. Not in a sexy way, but in a he wouldn’t be able to breathe until he knew I was fine way.
“Broken?” He asked. I shook my head, and then he let out the air he had been holding.
A broken rib would put me on the bench for weeks. I was fine. It hurt, but I would recover, and I would still be able to play.
What took me back was how much it worried him.
The bruise was swollen and turning dark purple. His fingers gently pressed to my skin.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he whispered, his eyes on the injury and his face twisted into pain.
“Yeah, I did,” I said. “He would have kept going for you and Alex.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Alex?”
“Look,” I said, laying my hands on his waist and pulling him in. “I’m not a fan of Prince. But Ennis is a menace, and I don’t actually want to see anyone get hurt.”
His smile turned malicious as his arms draped themselves over my shoulders.
“Don’t you dare tell him I said that,” I growled. He snickered before he lifted up and kissed me. That’s when I finally let out the breath I had been holding.
It started out slow. I was grateful to be here in this little world we created.
Holden moaned and pressed his body to mine.
He broke the kiss, and his eyes were glazed and sparkling.
“I seem to recall a deal,” he said. “One where I score the winning goal and-”
I cut him off and divested him of his clothes in record time. Beautiful, naked Holden was standing in front of me, and it was the only thing that mattered.
His ankle had been taped, and I frowned.
“It’s fine. It stung like a bitch, but it’s fine.”
“Better be,” I grunted. “You’ll be icing that when I’m done with you.”
He gave me an odd look, curiosity and wonder.
“You actually care, don’t you?”
“Yes, I care,” I said and rested my hand on his chest. “I’ve always cared.”
“Oh shit,” he breathed when I pushed him onto the bed. I crawled in after him until I was over him and starting where I left off.
“You turned awfully red after you scored,” I murmured in his ears. “Have something on your mind?”
“Fuck you,” he said playfully, and then I made him moan when I sucked at the nape of his neck.
I kissed him, toyed with him, ground my cock into his until he was writhing and panting beneath me. I couldn’t get enough.
The pain in my ribs dulled as his skin slid against mine. When he moaned, the pain became a memory.
“Nolan,” he moaned. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
