32. Dj

CHAPTER 32

DJ

A warm, wet mouth envelops my nipple and I moan, my body responding instantly. My eyes shoot open to see Tyler's sandy hair, sleep-tousled and sexy as hell, as he licks and sucks his way across my chest to my other nipple.

"Mmm, good morning," I mumble, my voice rough with sleep and arousal.

Tyler glances up at me through his lashes, his blue eyes filled with mischief. "Morning, you. Did you get any sleep?"

"Oh yeah. After our amazing performance last night I could've slept through a hurricane." I stretch languorously, letting the sheet slide down to reveal my rapidly hardening cock.

Tyler's lips curve into a smirk. "Mm, maybe we could have an encore this morning? If you're up for it, that is." He trails his fingers teasingly along my shaft.

I grin cockily. "Oh, I'm definitely up. In more ways than one." I tense my abs, making my hard dick jump.

Tyler snorts a laugh, shaking his head. "Syd was right. You're insatiable, DJ." I feel a tweak of guilt at Sydney's name—I was totally out of line with the way I treated her the other day. I called her that night and begged for her forgiveness, but I still feel like she might be upset with me.

Before I can spiral about my bad behavior, Tyler is already shifting down the bed, his big, calloused hand wrapping around my length.

I groan as his hot mouth slides over the head of my cock, tongue swirling, taking me deep. Holy shit, Ty's mouth should be illegal . My hands fist in the sheets as he sucks me hard and fast, building me up in record time.

Just when I'm about to blow, he pulls his mouth away. I growl in frustration, but then Tyler is crawling back up my body, his own rock-hard erection dragging along my thigh.

"Fuck me, DJ," he pants against my lips. "I need you inside me."

I growl, flipping us over in one swift move. I reach for the lube and slick myself up hurriedly, my control rapidly fraying. Tyler watches me with hooded eyes, his chest heaving, legs spread in wanton invitation.

I line up and press forward, sinking balls deep into his tight heat in one smooth thrust. We both moan loudly at the intense sensation. I start to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in.

"Yes, fuck, just like that," Tyler gasps, hands reaching to grip my ass. I set a punishing pace, the room filling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and our harsh breaths.

Last night was about Tyler's exploration, about tender emotional connection. But this? This is pure, carnal need. Hard and fast and primal. The rest of the world falls away until there is only Tyler—his body, his moans, his scent surrounding me. His tight ass clenching hard on my cock with every thrust.

I pause to compose myself, my cock buried deep in Tyler's tight ass. Fuck, he feels amazing . I suddenly wish Sydney was here to see this and get an idea. One that might make her feel a little warmer toward me.

Leaning down to grab my phone from the nightstand, my fingers are slick with lube and fumbling as I dial Sydney's number.

After a couple rings, she picks up, her voice thick and groggy.

"Mmm, hello?"

I put her on speaker, letting her hear Tyler's needy moans as I slowly rotate my hips, grinding into him. "Hey baby, sorry to wake you. Ty and I were just thinking about you."

"Oh yeah?" Her voice perks up, taking on a flirty tone. "And what exactly are you two doing?"

I smack Tyler's ass, making him yelp. "I've got my cock stuffed in Ty's perfect ass and realized you were missing out. Thought you might want to join the fun?"

"God, you guys are so hot," she breathes out. I hear rustling through the phone, like she's pushing the covers aside. "I wish I was there with you."

"Rub that sweet pussy for us, Syd. Let us hear you." I start thrusting into Tyler with more purpose now, spurred on by Sydney's whimpers echoing through the room.

Tyler grips the sheets, his muscular back flexing as he pushes his hips back to meet my strokes. "Fuck, your cock feels so good," he pants.

I lay my body over his, reaching around to fist his erection as I pound into him. Our sweaty skin slaps together obscenely. "That's it Ty, take my cock."

"Oh fuck, I'm close!" Sydney cries out. Her breathy moans crescendo through the speaker.

That's all it takes to send me over the edge. I slam deep and empty myself inside Tyler with a low groan. He tenses and spills over my fist with a shout, his ass clenching around me.

We collapse onto the messy sheets, chests heaving. Sydney lets out a satisfied sigh. "Mmm, good morning to me."

"Just wait until we have you here in person," I say with a smirk she can probably hear.

"Looking forward to it. But you boys better get moving—big day today. Bring home a win for me tonight!"

"You know it, babe. Talk to you later." I end the call and drop a kiss between Tyler's shoulder blades. He wraps his arms around me, pressing soft kisses to my sweat-dampened temple.

"Thanks for last night," he mumbles into my shoulder. "Sorry to break down on you like that…"

I lift my head to look at him, cupping his jaw tenderly. "Hey, you have nothing to apologize for, okay? I'm glad you felt safe enough to open up to me." I brush my thumb over his stubbled cheek. "I want to be here for you, Ty. In every way."

Tyler's eyes search mine, vulnerability shimmering in their blue depths. "This thing between us...it's real, isn't it? It's not just sex anymore."

My heart stutters in my chest. He's right . Somewhere along the way, amid the flirting and fucking, real feelings have taken root. Deep, powerful emotions like nothing I've ever felt before.

"Yeah," I whisper roughly. "It's real. So real it scares the shit out of me sometimes."

A smile blooms across Tyler's face, boyish and beautiful. "Me too. But it's the good kind of scary, you know? Like...like we're on the edge of something amazing here."

I nod, throat too tight for words. Instead, I lower my head and capture his lips in a passionate kiss, trying to pour all my feelings into the press of my mouth on his.

And then I reluctantly pull away and slap Tyler's ass, herding us both up and out of bed. Syd's right, it's time to get our game faces on.

The Cup is waiting.

The roar of the crowd thunders in my ears as I glide onto the ice, the weight of their expectations bearing down on me like a physical force.

Game one of the playoffs... here we go .

Across the rink, Tyler takes his place in the net, lean muscles rippling beneath his jersey. Even with the tension I know he's carrying, his movements are fluid and graceful, like a panther stalking its prey.

The puck drops and the game explodes into a flurry of sticks and skates. These guys came to play today. I dart between defensemen, the cold air burning my lungs as I push for the goal. Ty makes a spectacular diving save and I can't hold back a whoop.

"Yes Ty, that's my boy!"

But the other team is hungry. They slam us against the boards, fighting for every inch. I wince as pain shoots through my bad knee on a pivot. Can't let it slow me down. Team needs me. Mom needs me .

Back and forth we battle, the scoreboard slowly climbing. Tyler is a wall in the net, but I see it wearing on him, eyes clouding with doubt when one slips through.

"Shake it off Ty, you got this!" I call, but he doesn't meet my gaze.

I fake out their center and shoot—denied!

Frustration boils in my gut as we head into the third period tied 2-2. We need this win. The team needs it, the fans need it...Tyler needs it. I catch his eye as we line up for the face-off.

There's a wealth of emotion swirling in those baby blues—determination, fear, exhaustion. But beneath it all, trust. Trust in me, in us.

The puck drops and I surge forward, my muscles screaming as I push hard, determined to bring home a victory at any cost. Their defense descends on me but I spin away, peripheral vision locked on Tyler's crease. One of their goons slashes at my sore knee and I stumble, biting back a cry of pain.

Ty shouts my name, his voice cracking with worry. It's like a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart. Gritting my teeth, I straighten up and charge ahead.

I won't let him down. Not now, not ever.

Their goalie squares up as I approach, his stance textbook perfect. But there—a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, a twitch of his blocker. I see my opening and I take it.

The puck rockets off my stick, sailing over the goalie's left shoulder and hitting the back of the net with a satisfying swish. The red goal light blazes to life and the arena absolutely erupts.

"Fuck yeah!" I scream.

We manage to hold on to the lead until the buzzer sounds. I slam into Tyler, crushing him to me in a fierce hug.

"You were incredible," I murmur into his neck.

But he's stiff in my arms, shrinking from the cheers and stick taps. I can feel the tension still coiled within him, the demons still not conquered. Well, it's not as if one night of opening up is going to undo a lifetime of abuse from Ty's asshole brother.

As we head down the tunnel, I vow to myself: I'll do whatever it takes to prove to Ty how amazing he is, to heal the wounds his dickhead brother left.

To show him he deserves every ounce of love, on and off the ice.