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His gray-blue eyes stare up at me. There’s so much intensity in them, so much emotion that it should scare me. I should look away and sever the connection, but I can’t.

I crave it too badly.

He works me exactly as I like, taking me slow and deep and bringing me to the edge of pleasure long before I’m ready for it to be over.

And just before I get there, losing myself in his hot mouth, there’s a knock at the door.

“Motherfucker,” I grunt as Garrett’s eyes widen.

“You said ten minutes,” he says, sadly releasing my dick and sitting back on his haunches.

“Yeah, well…” I snag the towel from the floor and wrap it around my waist. It does very little to cover what’s happening beneath, but it’s either risking flashing one of our trainers or allowing Garrett to open the door to them, and that can’t happen.

I storm toward the door and rip it open, finding Parker on the other side.

“I brought you loads. You know, for all your—” Her eyes drop down the side of my body I’ve exposed and her words cut off, letting me know that the tent in my towel is more than obvious. “Yeah. So, have a good night, Nash. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

She’s gone before I even have a chance to say thank you.

When I return, Garrett is chuckling and now deliciously naked and stroking his hard dick.

“Did I tell you you could do that?”

He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head before taking a step forward, our eyes locked.

“Get on the bed, Cooper. I’ve got plans for you.”

My breath catches at the dominant lilt in his voice. I don’t hear it often, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

Dropping the ice packs onto the nightstand, I tug the towel free and carefully lower myself to my back, while he stands at the end of the bed like a Greek god.

“Do you know how fucking horny I get watching you play hockey?” he asks, his hand still on his cock.

I shake my head.

“So. Fucking. Horny. All night, all I could think about was getting you back here and showing you everything I fantasized about doing to you.”

I swallow thickly, desire flooding through my body.

“I’m yours,” I tell him.

Whatever he wants to do to me, I’m here for it.

Slowly, he crawls onto the bed; his hands start at my ankles, his lips just beneath my knee, and he touches and kisses every single inch of me, ensuring to be extra gentle on my tender bruises.

By the time he gets back to my cock, I’ve got a trail of precum across my stomach with my need for him to finish what he started.

I’m so fucking worked up that all it takes is a couple of deep sucks from his talented mouth, and it’s fucking over.

I’m so gone for this man, it’s unbelievable.

I just wish I could share that with the rest of the world.

52

GARRETT

Iwake in my favorite position: in Cooper’s arms, my head resting on his chest, the sound of his steady heart beating beneath my ear, and my legs twisted up with his.