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I make him wait a couple more seconds before I move it lower.

“Fuck, yes. Look how hard you are for me. Were you a good boy like you promised?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. Get it out for me. Let me see you.”

“Okay. Wait a sec, I’ve got something set up to help us out.”

A frown pinches between his brows as I attach my cell to the stand I’ve got beside my bed in the hope we’d end up exactly here.

“Look at you being all organized. Good boy.”

I beam at the praise.

“Now,” I say as I stretch back out on the bed, resting on one elbow, letting him see the length of me. “What was it you wanted?”

“You. Naked. Now.”

“Ah, yes. You want this,” I breathe, tracing the outline of my cock through the fabric it’s hiding beneath.

“Fucking hell, Garrett.”

Unable to tease each of us any longer, I drag my boxers down over my ass, letting my cock spring free, before kicking them off so I’m fully naked and exposed for him.

My heart races and my balls ache with need.

I fucking love this.

And from the way he’s gazing at me with fire flickering in his eyes, I think he does, too.

“Wrap your hand around that dick. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

I look up at him through my lashes. “I’m gonna need a bit more of you first. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it together.”

“Oh, we’re fucking doing this.”

31

COOPER

There isn’t anything like the smell of an ice rink.

I’ve always been addicted to it. The bite of chill in the air, the old beer that’s dried on the floor beneath the stands, the scent of opportunity.

As a kid, being at the rink with skates on my feet and ice beneath my blades was the only time I truly felt like myself. That hasn’t changed as I’ve gotten older, but now, I don’t just feel myself.

I feel free.

While I’m out there, I don’t care about what the rest of the world thinks; I don’t care about what kind of man society and the media expect me to be. I forget about the pressure, about the stress; the weight pressing down on me lifts. It’s addictive. Too fucking addictive.

It’s why, as I sit here staring at an empty rink, I can’t help but crave being down there.

When we got here, the ice was perfect. So fucking tempting.

But today isn’t our day.

We’re here for a whole other reason.