The weird thing was that this wasn’t just the relief that came with finally fucking after we’d been teasing each other. Sex wasn’t exactly something I struggled to come by even when he wasn’t here—it was the nature of my job.

  But holding him close now, letting the warm water rush over us, I was relieved to be here. To be with him.

  I’d missed the sex because I liked sex with him, but more than anything… What could I say? I missed him.

  I didn’t want to think real hard about that right now, though. I felt too damn good to think real hard about anything, so I just enjoyed being wrapped up in his arms and lost in his kiss.

  He was so much surer these days. Still tentative sometimes, and still second-guessing himself, but not like he had been at the start. Once he knew what I wanted, and especially once one of us was comfortably buried inside the other, he was as confident as he was on his skates, and he left me shaking every time.

  And the way he kissed? I’d kissed enough men—boyfriends, hookups, and clients alike—to be a connoisseur of good kissers, and Parker was…shiver. Especially as he’d shaken off his uncertainty, he could turn me into absolute putty with nothing more than his lips and tongue. Hand to God, if he ever booked me and wanted to just go make out in a movie theatre for ninety minutes, I wouldn’t even charge him.

  As we often did, we stayed in the shower until the water started getting cool. Then, of course, we returned to his bed, and he picked up right where we’d left off, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me, long and sweet.

  I’m a prostitute, remember? You’re not supposed to kiss me like this.

  But I’m sure as hell not going to stop you.

  God, baby—there is nothing I won’t do for you.

  After…I had no idea how long, Parker drew back and met my eyes. “So, um, at the risk of sounding like I’m getting clingy or that I think this is something it isn’t…” He swept his tongue across his lips. “I missed you.”

  My heart fluttered as if I thought this was something it wasn’t, and I smiled as I ran my fingers through his hair. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you, too.”

  “Really?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. This has been… It’s fun. I like it.” Why did that all sound like gross understatements? “I’ll admit it—I was definitely looking forward to you getting back into town.”

  Oh my Lord, that smile was going to be the actual death of me. How was he such a badass on the ice and such a cinnamon roll in bed?

  “I’ve been looking forward to it too.” He grinned. “And getting topped like that was definitely worth the wait.”

  I chuckled. “You really like bottoming, don’t you?”

  Parker nodded vigorously. “Oh, yeah. Once I knew I could enjoy it…” He shivered. “And I, um… After our video chat, I may have been doing a little on my own. And shopping around for a toy like the one you have.” His blush deepened with every word.

  “Have you?” I slid my palm up his chest. “That’s smart. The more you get used to taking a toy, the easier it’ll be when you’re with someone.”

  “You don’t say.” But he relaxed, hopefully reassured that I wasn’t mocking him for masturbating with things in his ass.

  “There’s no shame in it,” I whispered. “I have a few toys that I use all the time.”

  “You do?” He paused. “I mean, I know you had the one the other night on the camera, but I didn’t realize… I mean…”

  “Honey, those things aren’t cheap. I use them for myself a lot more often than I use them on camera.”

  “Oh.” His lips parted. “Why is that so hot?”

  “Don’t know, but if it is, go with it.” I held his gaze, then added, “In fact, my ex and I played with them all the time.”

  Parker’s eyes widened.

  I grinned. “It’s fun. And, uh…” It was my turn to blush. “They were also handy for those nights when we’d both had a little too much to drink.”

  “Were they?”

  “Well, yeah. When you’re sober enough to be horny, but too drunk to get it up…” I held up my hand as if I were holding an imaginary toy. “Dildos to the rescue!”

  Parker burst out laughing, which I swear did more for me than any dick or dildo ever would. Christ, I was a wreck for this man. As he collected himself, he said, “I never thought of that.”

  “You’d be amazed how resourceful you can get if you’re drunk and horny with someone else who’s drunk and horny. Don’t get me wrong—I never fool around with someone if we’re, like, blackout drunk. It’s always when we’re still with it enough to consent and know what we’re doing.” I shrugged. “But sometimes the booze puts my dick out of commission before it knocks my brain out of play, so…”

  He chuckled. “I’ll have to remember that. I was just thinking I’d use them to get used to bottoming, but they look pretty fun.”

  “Mmhmm, they are. It’s not just when we’re drunk, either. Me and my ex? We used to drive each other wild, making out and using toys on each other. It was great when we were both in the mood to bottom.”

  His eyebrows rose, and his eyes sparkled with interest. “Oh, really? That sounds hot.”

  “Mmm, it is.” I trailed my palm up his side. “It’s seriously fun.”

  “Might have to give that a try.”

  “Name the time and place.” I lifted my head off the pillow and kissed him gently, letting it linger for a moment just for the hell of it.

  When we separated this time, he caressed my cheek and shyly met my eyes. “Listen, um, I don’t know if this is part of our deal, but…”

  I watched him. “Well, put it out there. We can negotiate.”

  “Okay. Okay. So…” He chewed his lip, and he was quiet for a moment. Then he softly said, “I have to leave for the airport in the morning by like ten. But is, um… Is staying here something—is that asking too much, or…?”

  “Staying here, like…” I tilted my head. “Like overnight?”

  God, he was so cute when he blushed, and he nodded. “Yeah.”

  With some clients, it was asking too much. I’d do it, because what the client wanted, the client got (within reason). An overnight stay could absolutely be negotiated if someone was willing to pay for it.

  With Parker? Money wasn’t even an issue. Especially after that sleepless night I’d spent thinking about him, wishing I’d been cuddled up with him instead of my other client, I was all over the idea.

  I smiled, running my fingers through his damp hair. “Do you want me to stay tonight?”

  “Yeah. I…” He laughed, dropping his gaze as his blush deepened. “I don’t know. My roommate was talking about how much harder it is to be on the road now that he’s used to sleeping next to his boyfriend, and I guess it made me think… I mean, I’m sure it’ll make traveling harder, but if it’s that good then, I kind of want to see what it’s like, you know?”

  “Oh, I get it. It’s the first thing I miss whenever I split up with someone.”

  He looked at me again. “Really?”

  “Mmhmm.” I touched his face. “You get used to it, and when it’s gone…” I grimaced.

  His shyness ebbed in favor of alarm. “Am I setting myself up to be frustrated as hell when I’m alone?”

  “It’s not that bad. To be honest, I’d rather have it sometimes and miss it, than never have anyone sleeping next to me.” I paused. “I really like having someone sleeping next to me.”

  “Is it weird that I’ve always wanted to know what that was like?”

  I smiled, caressing his cheek. Did he have any idea how sweet and adorable he was? “It’s not weird. I wanted to know what it was like for a long time too.”

  “Yeah?”

  Nodding, I leaned in for a gentle kiss. “Yeah. And it wasn’t disappointing at all.”

  He didn’t respond. He just kissed me again, and how was I getting so addicted to the gentle slide of his hands over my skin as he wrapped his arms around me? Everything we did together was new for him, not for me, but it sure didn’t feel that way. Lying here with him, wrapped up in strong arms with big hands on my back and shoulder—the way my pulse raced and my skin tingled, this might as well have been the first time I’d been touched at all. It wasn’t even the first time we’d touched like this, but no one had given my brain that memo, and every brush of his calloused palms and warm arms sent a zing of electricity through me.

  We shifted, and I moaned into his kiss as he eased me onto my back beneath him. I didn’t even know if we were getting spun up again, or if we were just touching for the hell of it. Either way was fine by me.

  Barely breaking the kiss, he murmured, “Won’t be able to sleep very late. Have to… Have to get to the airport.”

  My heart sank, and I tried not to let it show. “Damn. How long are you gone?”

  “It’ll be three nights this time.” He ran featherlight fingertips down my arm. “Then we’ll be back for like five days, and the next road trip is a shorter one too. The one after that, though…” He sighed.

  For a second, I thought he’d rethink sleeping together. After all, since he was leaving tomorrow, and since he’d be gone for an extended period soon, maybe he didn’t want to get too into this or too used to it.

  But he pulled me closer and kissed my temple. “Stay tonight?”

  My heart did things it wasn’t supposed to do when I was in bed with a client.

  And so did my mouth: “Yeah. I’ll stay.”

  Chapter 23

  Parker

  We were kissing.

  I didn’t know when it’d started. Who’d initiated it. I just knew that Cole’s arms were around me and our tongues were unhurriedly exploring each other’s mouths. It felt like we’d been at this for a while. At the same time, like we’d just started. Whatever. It was sexy as hell, and when I rolled onto my back, he came with me.

  Oh, this was perfect. With him on top, my hands were free, and I took full advantage, sliding them all over his body. I couldn’t see him, but that just made me focus more on how he felt—on all the planes and angles, the soft skin and smooth contours, the way his muscles quivered if I touched him just right. I couldn’t get enough of tracing the perfect curve of his round ass or the powerful muscles of his back.

  And oh, dear Lord, the way this man kissed…

  I had no one to compare him to, so maybe he was just as good as anyone else. Maybe other guys were better at it. All I knew was that Cole’s kiss made me hot like nothing else. The sight of two men kissing had always turned me on—that had been my first clue that I was gay—but now that I knew what it felt like, it was a wonder I didn’t melt into a puddle of arousal whenever I saw it. Just seeing Wright or Warner give their partners a quick kiss goodbye at the airport or a longer one when they met us after a game was enough to make my head spin.

  The real thing, though? Having Cole’s lips moving with mine while he teased my tongue with his? Fuuuck.

  It had been that way from the start. From the very first time he’d kissed me, when I’d gone off in seconds from the double stimulation of his mouth and his hand. I’d thought the novelty would fade, but so far, it hadn’t. If anything, I was even more hooked now, and I had been since before we’d gone to sleep in my bed.

  And now? Oh my God. He was relaxed—lazy, even—and kissing me like there was nothing else he’d rather do. We were both hard, and I had no doubt we’d get off before we went back to sleep, but there was no rush. No pressure. Maybe because I didn’t feel like the clock was ticking down? Because I knew he was here until morning, so we could take our sweet time? Whatever. I didn’t give a damn if we went back to sleep. Worst-case scenario, I’d be groggy and miserable going through TSA tomorrow, and then I’d sleep on the plane. Worth it.

  “I want you so bad,” he whispered. “Jesus, Parker…”

  I squirmed under him, gasping when our cocks brushed. “Me too.”

  Then he kissed me again, and I held him closer, and—

  This doesn’t feel like part of our deal.

  I combed my fingers through his hair, and he moaned into my kiss.

  No, this really didn’t feel like part of our deal. It didn’t feel like something I could have bought or he could have sold. Putting a price on sex admittedly still felt a little sleazy, but putting a price on this? I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t think of this as a commodity or a service. Not even when it was exactly what he’d come here to provide in exchange for money. Last night? Sure. This? Not a chance.

  Maybe I was just too turned on to think clearly, but this felt too… personal? Too intimate?

  Too real?

  Maybe that was it. I loved it, though, and I reveled in it, enjoying his kisses and the weight of his body on top of mine.

  More. I wanted more. I didn’t want to rush this, but damn, he had me so turned on now, I needed more.

  “Fuck me,” I mumbled against his lips.

  Cole rubbed our cocks together. “Yeah?”

  “Uh-huh. I… Ungh. Please?”

  “I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow,” he whispered. “You have a long flight.”

  He had a point. As much as I loved bottoming, I really didn’t want to overdo it and spend tomorrow’s flight regretting this. “Switch, then?”

  The way his lips curved against mine, I swore his grin was lighting up the darkness. “Hell yeah, we can switch.”

  “Perfect.” I kneaded his ass and kissed him again. It didn’t matter how many times we’d fucked—just the thought of topping him had me on the brink of losing it. Now that it was on the table, I couldn’t wait. “Let me get a condom.”

  “Stay just like this.” He kissed me lightly. “I’ll get it.”

  I didn’t move. He leaned away, and the nightstand drawer rattled. The hiss of condom wrappers brushing against each other ratcheted up my anticipation. So did the sound of the drawer closing.

  Then Cole was over me again, and the wrapper tore. Thank God for the darkness so he couldn’t see me biting my lip and screwing up my features as I tried not to go off too soon. Especially when he started rolling the condom onto my dick—the combination of his deft hands and the rapidly increasing anticipation were almost too much.

  The lube bottle clicked. The condom dulled the sensation of his hand sliding up and down my cock, but that was probably a good thing if I wanted to last long enough.

  “Steady yourself for me.”

  Swallowing, I reached down and steadied my cock. With a hand on his hip, I guided him down. As the head pressed against him, I was about to ask if I should finger him or something first, but then he yielded to me, and my vocabulary dwindled to a moan as Cole slowly, steadily worked me into him.

  “You feel amazing,” I breathed. “Jesus…”

  “So do you.” He rose, then eased himself down again, murmuring something that sounded like a curse. “I swear, you’ve got the perfect dick.”

  I laughed, dizzy and turned on and not giving a single fuck that he probably said that to every client. I couldn’t speak. I was just too turned on. Too focused on every sensation surging through me. I felt like I should be doing something, but there wasn’t much I could do in this position, and anyway, every stroke scrambled my brain because he just felt so damned good.

  Cole planted his hands on my chest and rode me slowly, and holy fuck, yes. He was tight and hot and perfect, and whatever the hell it was he did with his hips had me this close to coming.

  “Feel like…” I licked my lips. “Feel like I’m getting spoiled.”

  “Oh yeah?” He sounded like he was grinning. “How so?”

  “’Cause you like it both ways. Seems like… Seems like some guys…”

  “Mmm, plenty of guys only top or bottom.” He paused to ease down, taking me all the way in, and he was breathless as he added, “But a lot of us are vers.”

  I just moaned, loving everything about this. Yeah, maybe a lot of guys were vers, but were they all this good at it? This hot? This fucking perfect? I was getting spoiled. I had to be. There was no way sex was this good every time with every guy.

  “You gonna come?” he asked.

  “Getting… Getting there.” I slid my hands up his thighs. “God, you’re so good…”

  He laughed softly. Maybe even a little smugly. With the way he was driving me wild, he’d definitely earned the right to be smug.

  But I didn’t want to just lie here and do nothing.

  “Don’t come yet,” I panted as my own orgasm closed in. “Let… Let me come in you. And then…” I bit my lip and arched under him. “Then let me blow you.”

  His low groan took my breath away. “Mmm, I like that idea.” And he rode me faster, as if he wanted me to come right the hell now, and there was nothing I could do but let him take me there, and I closed my eyes and pressed my heels into the bed and thrust up, and his quiet moans were all I needed.

  My orgasm drove a cry out of me, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him down, forcing myself all the way in. I still tried to get deeper, trying to thrust even with every inch buried inside him, and I damn near passed out before I collapsed back onto the bed, shaking and panting. “Holy…”

  Cole’s laugh was definitely smug now, and he’d definitely earned it. Then he trailed his fingers down my chest. “Stay just like that.”

  I nodded even though he couldn’t see me, and I didn’t move. He lifted himself off my cock, making us both shiver, and I made quick work of getting rid of the condom. Then he was over me again, but he was straddling my chest this time.

  “Keep your hand on my hip,” he instructed. “If it’s too much, just tap my hip. Got it?”

  “Got it.” I followed his thigh to his hip and planted my hand there, and Cole leaned forward. Despite the darkness, he guided himself to my mouth, and I squeezed his thigh as he pushed his dick between my lips. I’d loved going down on him from the first time I’d tried it, and this took it to a whole new level. Lying here, letting him fuck into my mouth—it had no right to be this hot.