Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(103)

“Thank you.”

“But that’s not what I was talking about.” I rub her thigh gently. “Thank you for being patient with me. I still have a lot to work out in my head, but I appreciate you not getting frustrated with me.”

“Like I said”—she drags her thumb over my lip—“you’re worth it, Silas.”

I nip at her lips, and she smiles, returning the kiss before turning back to her breakfast. “So I have a lot of things I want to do with you.”

“Like what?” I ask.

“Well, first of all, I want to try my vibrator on you. I also have this cock ring I’ve been eyeing that I want to strap you in. Also, how do you feel about some light bondage?”

I chuckle. “Jesus, Ollie, I thought you were talking about like regular activities.”

“Are cock rings not regular activities?”

“No.” I laugh some more and then kiss her shoulder. “But I’m game for whatever you want.”

“Really?”

“Really. Just don’t hurt me. I still have to play hockey. If my balls are beaten up and bruised, I’m going to have a hell of a time skating.”

“I love your balls. I would never hurt them.”

“Well, that’s not something I’ve ever heard.”

“Because my predecessor didn’t know how to appreciate her man.” She kisses my chest and draws her hand down on my balls where she lightly cups them. I breathe out a deep sigh, so fucking content as she handles me. “Do you get waxed?”

“Yeah,” I answer.

“I thought so, I’ve never seen them hairless like that, and I feel like I couldn’t get enough of them in my mouth last night.”

“Yeah, I could tell.”

She scoops up some egg and then says, “Can I ask you something, and I’m not asking to get praise or anything like that, just genuinely curious?”

“Sure.”

“Well, Yonny never truly liked getting his dick sucked, and I don’t know why. He didn’t like sex that much in general, and I always thought that was weird. Do you think that has anything to do with my . . . rather aggressive technique?”

“Fuck . . . no,” I answer. “That was all on him. Baby, when I say you’re easily the best I’ve ever had, I mean that.”

She turns toward me. “Really?”

“Really.”

She twists so now she’s straddling me, and that’s when I realize she’s not wearing any underwear. I slip my hands under her shirt and then pull it all the way off her body and deposit it on the floor. I then take my already hard dick out of my briefs and whisper, “Fuck me.”

“I’ve been waiting,” she says right before she lifts up, poises my cock at her entrance, and slams down.

Christ . . .

She is absolute heaven.





Chapter Twenty-One





OLLIE





Ollie: I had a hell of a time covering up all your bite marks this morning.

Silas: Am I supposed to feel bad about that?

Ollie: A little sympathy would be nice.

Silas: Not sorry. Let everyone know who you belong to when they ask about them.

Ollie: I’m going to start nibbling your dick, so your teammates know who you belong to.

Silas: I welcome it. Nibble away.

Ollie: Don’t threaten me with a good time.

Silas: Pretty sure that would be a good time for me.

Ollie: Have I told you how much I love your dick?

Silas: Not nearly enough.

Ollie: I think about it constantly.

Silas: Once again, don’t make me hard in front of my guys.

Ollie: Can’t you control yourself?

Silas: Can’t you control yourself?

Ollie: No. Get used to it.

Silas: At least you’re honest.

Ollie: Will you come to my place after the game tonight? I have plans.

Silas: I’ll be wherever you want me to be.

Ollie: Good answer. Good luck tonight.

Silas: Thanks, baby.





“Your smile is contagious,” Ross says as he comes up to my booth in the student union, where I’m munching on a salad. “And you did a shit job covering your hickeys.”

“I was just telling Silas how I had a hell of a time covering them up.” I save the article I’m working on and turn my attention to Ross, who sits across from me. “How are you?”

“Good.” He smiles. “Saw Ian last night.”

“Did you?”

Ross nods. “He took me out to this really nice steak restaurant. We spent the whole night chatting about nothing and everything, and when it came time to say goodbye, he asked if I wanted to go back to his place.”

“Please tell me you said yes.”

“Of course I did.” He leans forward and whispers, “Hockey bodies are unlike anything I’ve ever touched.”

“Tell me about it,” I say, thinking about Silas and his naked self.

“Broad chests, tiny waists, muscles everywhere.” Ross sighs. “I honestly feel inferior when I’m around him. I feel like I have to try harder.”

“Stop it,” I say. “You have an amazing body, and if Ian didn’t think so, he wouldn’t be inviting you back to his place.”