Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

W yatt woke the next morning to a text from Jenny. The coordinators postponed the event until Monday at the latest. The resort was trying to clear the snow, but it was still snowing, so the committee might have to reschedule the event for the end of the month. That, too, would take approval by the Olympic Committee and the Figure Skating Federation. Was there a chance the team wouldn’t have ice dancers? Perhaps... Wouldn’t be the first time it’d happened.

So, instead of worrying Sasha with the smaller details, he got up to make them a pot of coffee—strong—and get the fire going again. Last night was interesting, to say the least. The hot tub was... Just a bunch of friends sitting together remembering old times. No one made a move and Wyatt liked to believe it was exactly what Sasha needed, especially with Trent roaming around the mini apartment, or whatever.

Big was an understatement.

When he climbed into bed beside her, like he’d done so many nights before, she turned to him and snuggled into his chest. In that moment, he realized he was her security blanket. Whether or not that was bad, he couldn’t say. Only that he’d seen the heat in Archer’s eyes, felt the anticipation building between her and Brody, and experienced the playfulness with her and Cam. Then there was him. Her stalwart companion. The strength she leaned into because not only was Wyatt her partner, but they’d trauma bonded.

In a few hours’ time, he learned everything he needed to know about Sasha. Even if he’d figured it out on his own years before. She was loyal. Dedicated. Fair. Unbreakable until she broke. The guys adored her in ways only friendship built over time and what trust could create. He wasn’t pitying himself or worried she’d leave him. Maybe he wished, in a way, he had the same friendships in his life. Perhaps then, he wouldn’t have allowed himself to be walked all over like he had.

Slipping out of bed, he stretched, groaning as his muscles pulled and his joints popped. He forwent a shirt as he stepped into the bathroom to take care of his morning routine, then exited their bedroom. All the while Sasha continued to sleep peacefully. He stared at her a few seconds longer, desperate to explain his true feelings for her, but also knowing she might not want that from him, especially with Archer, Cam, and Brody back in her life.

The room was quiet when he stepped out of their bubble and crossed to the kitchen. Already the snow drift was halfway up their windows and balcony door. Looked like the hot tub was out of commission unless one of the guys want to clean everything off.

At least they had last night.

After turning on the gas fireplace, he went to the kitchen and began the process of making coffee. He’d give his right nut for an espresso machine, because regular coffee while having to deal with everyone in their room, wouldn’t cut it. Today, he had a feeling would be a four cup, three shot each, kind of day.

As he stepped back into the kitchen a padding of footsteps descending the stairs caught his attention. Seemed the others couldn’t sleep either. He didn’t blame them. They had their set schedules, changing them mid-season threw everyone for a curve ball. “Making coffee now. Should be ready in five to ten minutes, if you want to shower or whatever.”

Strong, soft masculine hands gripped his hips before the scent of lemon and honey with a bite of alcohol wafted over him. Wyatt closed his eyes. Of all the people to disrupt his morning, it had to be Julian. Couldn’t have been Archer, Cam, or Brody. Julian scratched his blunt fingernails around Wyatt’s torso, stopping when the sides of his pinkies brushed the waist of his sweats.

“These pants are tempting me,” Julian murmured, his fresh breath fanning across the curve of his ear. “Makes me want to suck you off.”

Wyatt clenched his hands into fists. “You don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to act like nothing happened between us, and we can go back to being friends.”

“We were more than friends, Wyatt,” Julian said, dipping the tips of his finger beneath the band of his underwear. “Way more.”

He snatched at Julian’s wrist. “Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Or what, handsome?”

“Just leave me alone, Julian,” Wyatt grumbled, hating the way his body reacted whenever his ex-partner was around. Bad enough, Wyatt got so damn excited about him and Sasha having sex, he went to bed with a case of blue ball. Julian teasing him, made it worse.

“Can’t do that.” He traced the shape of Wyatt’s ear with the tip of his tongue. “I’m sorry I left, babe. I know that’s why you hate me right now. It was never about you.” Julian palmed Wyatt’s cock and balls and gave a little squeeze.

The uncouth sound that built in the back of his throat and the breath that lodged in his throat, pissed him off more. Rage burned a hot streaking path through his veins. He pivoted, pinning Julian to the counter by the neck. He hadn’t even realized he was squeezing his hand until Julian moaned his name.

“I think I came a little,” Julian murmured. “Please, Daddy. Play with me.”

Disgusted with himself and with Julian, he leaned in, baring his teeth. “Stay the fuck away from me. You don’t get to act like nothing happened.” The words came out in a hissed exhale. Yet, even as he stood there, not letting go or walking away, the heat burning in his gut became a raging inferno.

“You say stay away,” Julian said, palming Wyatt’s cock and balls once more, “but your juicy dick says, suck me.”

Wyatt glanced at the door to his and Sasha’s room.

“Don’t look at her. Look at me. She has three hunky hockey players to give her the best dicking she could ever want. Let me be the one you turn to while we’re stuck here.” Julian stroked and fondled Wyatt’s balls through the material of his sweats. His heart thrummed in his chest. His abs and ass clenched, yearning for the minute he’d slide down Julian’s throat.

Fuck, it would be so much easier if he threw caution to the wind. “No.”

“Come on, Wyatt,” Julian pouted. “Just a little taste. I know you’re dying to come down my throat.”

With Wyatt’s hand still wrapped around his neck, Julian went to his knees and stared up at Wyatt. The hypnotic glazed look in Julian’s russet-colored eyes, loosened Wyatt’s resolve. This was crazy. He should have walked away and jerked off in the shower. Better yet, climbed back into bed with Sasha, and woke her up by sliding deep inside of her then leaving his mark in her. The crazy possessiveness part of himself was at odds with his craving of Julian. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“It’s a deceitfully, decadent idea,” Julian murmured, tugging the waist of his sweats down, so Wyatt’s hard cock smacked his belly button, and his balls were exposed to the cool air. “You’re so fucking wet, handsome. Look at all this precum...” He ran his tongue through Wyatt’s slit and groaned.

“Fuck!” Wyatt fisted Julian’s head, spinning them around while shoving his cock further into Julian’s mouth. His eyes fluttered shut and the coil of arousal in his lower gut, had him floating. “Better make it fast.”

Julian moaned and the vibrations shot through his dick, causing him to suck air between his clenched teeth. He warred with himself with each bob of Julian’s head. He shouldn’t be receiving head from the guy who broke him, yet when he shoved deep, past the soft palate of his ex’s throat, a part of him wanted to punish Julian for hurting him.

“Goddamn, that’s good,” he muttered, closing his eyes as his head fell back on his shoulders. “Makes me want to blow my load.”

“Not yet,” Julian whimpered. “We’ve only just begun.”

“We don’t have time for games,” Wyatt snapped, keeping his voice low. “This is a onetime deal. I have a hard dick, and you have a willing hole for me to use. Ungh... Shit.”

Julian produced a condom. “Want me ass?”

A burst of pleasure and arousal so bright exploded behind his eyelids as he squeezed them shut. Holding Julian stationary, Wyatt fucked him short, deep strokes until he was coming hard. His gut clenched and relaxed while he throbbed in Julian’s throat. Fuck, he needed that. Why the offer of his ex’s ass triggered his release, he didn’t want to think about. Like he told Julian. It was a onetime thing. They had nothing between them. Julian saw to it the day he left Wyatt. This was his last goodbye.

“Go wash your mouth out,” Wyatt said, pulling out, then adjusting his dick and pants. “No one likes a bitch with cum breath.”

“You never complained before,” Julian said before standing slowly. “What am I supposed to do with this?” He rubbed his hard cock while a bead of precum formed on his shorts.

“Sounds like a you problem. Not a me problem.” Wyatt gave him his back as the coffeemaker signaled the coffee was ready. Already guilt ate away at him. No, he and Sasha weren’t dating exclusively, but not telling her what he wanted with other men seemed irresponsible and like he was cheating on her.

He didn’t turn around until Julian walked away, then peered at the bedroom door. Relief mixed with trepidation. Every bit of him told him to march himself into that bedroom and fuck Sasha until neither of them could move. Be damned who heard them. Then the possessive side roared to life. He’d never allow any bit of Julian to taint her, even if it was only his saliva. He also knew he had to tell her what had happened.

However, the thought of hurting Sasha made him sick to his stomach.

“Hey man,” Archer said, “coffee ready?”

Wyatt closed his eyes. His heart pounded in his ears. Had the hulking guy heard him and Julian? No, he couldn’t have. He hadn’t made a sound, except to tell Julian to hurry the fuck up. He glanced over his shoulder. “Yep. Just finished. I was going to make a cup for Sasha.”

“Good deal,” he said. “Look, yesterday was kind of wild. I don’t want you to think we’re trying to cock block you. From everything we’ve seen and heard, you’re good people.”

Each compliment landed like a sharp blow to the stomach. He hated himself more for giving in. The idea he could have been caught made the whole situation worse. “Look, I get it. You’re trying to impress me, to get back in good with Sasha. You don’t have to worry. I’m not that kind of guy.”

“So, you’re gay? Because I could have sworn you were bi,” Archer said. “We don’t care if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Was he that obvious? “Thanks, I guess. Look, Sasha and I, we’re just... We have a great chemistry together. What we are, I don’t think has a definition.”

“I get that.” Archer leaned against the counter facing Wyatt, arms and ankles crossed. “You comfort each other and protect one another. She needed someone like you after the shit Trent did to her. Still, we don’t want to steal her from you.”

He’d see about that. Wyatt’s track record wasn’t very good with partners, and this time, he only had himself to blame. “I appreciate you trying to ease my worry, but you don’t have to. I’m good.” He lifted the full mugs. “Now, I’m off to wake the princess with a promise of fresh brewed coffee.”

Archer chuckled. “If she’s anything like she used to be, Sasha hates mornings.”

She was. Only he didn’t say so out loud.

Archer got the door for him. When Wyatt stepped back into their room, Sasha continued to sleep peacefully. He placed the mugs on the dresser, then hurried to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back out, Sasha hadn’t wakened, so it was his turn to wake her as he’d planned to do before Julian and his crazy schemes waylaid him.

Wyatt placed her cup on the bedside table beside her, then brushed kisses all over her face until her eyes fluttered open and a smile tugged at her lips. “Morning...” The husky quality of her voice turned him on, like he hadn’t orgasmed minutes ago. “What time is it?”

He grinned, pushing her hair out of her face. “A little after eight. I got a message from Jenny. We don’t have to do anything today.”

“Mmm,” she groaned, stretching. “I owe you a little one-on-one time, don’t I?” The coy expression on her face had his dick thickening and balls aching for more.

“You mean yesterday?” He leaned in close, kissing her. “You really want to peg me?”

“I want to fuck you all day if I could,” she said, glancing at the door. “However, I’ll settle for a morning wake up call. Maybe a noon-er after lunch?” She wiggled her brow, tugging a chuckle out of him. "

“You’re insatiable.”

“I’m not hearing a but or a no...” she arched a brow, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Fuck... How about in the shower?”

She hummed. “Sounds perfect. Coffee first, though. Then fucking your sweet ass.”