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The first pulse of his release hit my tongue just as my orgasm crashed over me. The timing was perfect—his pleasure triggering mine. I moaned around him as we both shuddered through it, neither of us stopping, drawing out every last sensation.
The intensity was blinding. My whole body tensed, then surrendered as waves of bliss washed through me. I felt Tyler swallowing, his throat working, even as I struggled to do the same.
When the last aftershocks subsided, I carefully shifted position, collapsing beside him on the bed. We lay there, catching our breath, skin slick with sweat, limbs heavy. I longed to kiss him, but I didn’t have the energy to move.
“That was...” Words failed me. Nothing felt adequate.
“Yeah.” Tyler agreed, his voice rough. He pressed a kiss to my hip, warm lips against damp skin. “It was.”
“Not how I expected this snowstorm to go,” he murmured, his voice sounded relaxed, contented.
“It’s a definite improvement on my usual road game routine.”
We cleaned up, navigating the shared bathroom with little awkwardness, the charged air now thick with comfortable intimacy. Stolen kisses against the cool shower tile, lingering touches. Back in bed, Tyler pulled me against him, my back fitting naturally against his solid chest, his arm secure around my waist.
* * *
I woke slowly, aware first of the steady warmth against me, Tyler’s even breathing near my ear. The distant scrape of snowplows echoed from the street below.
Staying, I took it in, Tyler holding me close. Enjoying the feeling of waking up with someone.
Reality creeped around the edges of my thoughts. The snowstorm bubble would dissolve soon.
He stirred, tightening his hold on me. “Morning.” His voice sent a flutter through my stomach.
“Morning.”
He stretched, muscles shifting against me, warm and solid. “Sounds like they’re clearing the roads.”
“Yeah.” Hesitation crept back. How did we do this? “I’m sure we’ll hear something about travel soon.”
Tyler’s hand found mine under the covers, fingers lacing through mine, a simple, grounding gesture. “You okay?” He paused. “With... last night?”
“More than okay.” I released his hand and moved so I could face him. “Just... wondering what happens next.”
“You mean when we get back to Boston?” His thumb brushed over my knuckles.
I nodded, my heart rate picking up again.
“Well.” Tyler’s expression turned thoughtful. “I was thinking we might see where this goes. If you want to.”
Excitement washed through me, swift and potent. “I’d like that.”
He leaned in, pressing a gentle, promising kiss to my lips.
Buzz. Buzz. Our phones vibrated on the nightstands, the team group chat coming to life.
Tyler reached for his. “Weather clearing. Bus departing for airport at 1 PM. Breakfast available until 11.” He glanced at the hotel clock display—9:17 AM. “We’ve got some time.”
I raised an eyebrow, my earlier tension replaced by a different kind of anticipation. “Any ideas how to spend it?”
His answering grin was pure wickedness. “Several, actually.” His hand slipped inside my boxers where my cock was already hard.
THREE
TYLER
The puck slid onto my stick, right in the sweet spot. A quick head fake left, then a sharp pass zipped across the crease to Lawson. Tap in. In my head, the goal horn blared. Perfect.
