Gametime: A Moo U Hockey Romance by Jami Davenport (classic novels to read .txt) 📕

pinching them as the pain melded with the pleasure. I was coming again and so was he.

The music stopped momentarily, allowing me to hear voices not far from where we were.

“Someone’s coming,” I hissed, even though I was too far gone to stop now.

“That’d be me,” he said, not understanding what I was saying.

He stroked harder a few more times as the footsteps got closer.

We came together in a burst of extreme pleasure.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed, not giving one shit who heard me.

“Naomi!” Paxton threw back his head and bared his teeth, like a wild beast in the final throes of passion. We ground our bodies against each other, squeezing out every last bit of passion left in us.

“Holy shit.” I heard a low whistle and lifted my head to see two frat boys watching us.

26

Busted

Paxton

I wasn’t aware we had an audience until I came down off my orgasmic high, and Naomi pointed over my shoulder. I glanced back to see two guys, most likely freshmen, standing in the doorway in open-mouthed awe.

“Get the fuck out of here and shut the door behind you,” I growled with a menace I usually reserved for hockey games. The guys scrambled backward, tripping over each other, and pulled the door shut.

“I guess we’re done here,” I muttered. With great reluctance, I pulled out, tossed the condom in a nearby garbage can, and zipped up my pants. Naomi righted her skirt and buttoned her blouse, and I blocked her body with mine in case those guys returned with reinforcements. She slid off the counter, and I took her hand.

We strode past the frat boys milling around down the hallway, and I tipped an imaginary hat to them. Then we ran out the back door and down the block, laughing our asses off. I stopped on the corner, picked her up, and spun her around.

“That was epic,” she chortled and planted kisses on my face.

“At least they were too mesmerized to get their cameras out.”

“Too bad. I’d have loved a video of our performance to warm those cold nights when you’re not in my bed.”

“What cold nights?” I quipped, but the video idea was a good one.

“I’m sure there’ll be some.”

“Not part of my plan.”

We laughed again.

“Besides, I doubt you want a video surfacing on social media for your dad to see,” I noted.

“Or your coaches or the Sockeyes.”

“Crap, I hadn’t thought about that. Maybe we should be a little more discreet.”

“Maybe.” Her grimace clearly broadcast how little she thought of my suggestion.

“If you want a video, we could make our own.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, just for the two of us.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love the way your nasty mind thinks?”

“You have.” I grinned at her and swatted her ass. “We’ve had enough exhibitionism for one night. Let’s go to my apartment and try a new position.”

“Your apartment? What about Patrick?”

“If he’s there, he’s preoccupied. He won’t be paying attention to us.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Uh-huh. Plus, I can’t take another night in that little dorm bed. I need to spread out some.”

I did know my twin, and I was right. His bedroom door was shut, and the noises coming from inside Patrick’s bedroom indicated my love life would be the last thing on his mind.

I led Naomi to my room and picked up where we left off, minus the spectators. Sometime early morning, I fell asleep with a naked Naomi in my arms, the best way to fall asleep if you asked me.

Sun streamed in the open curtains, warming my naked body. I stretched and smiled to myself. Nothing like a long night of sex to turn a guy’s bones to mush. Naomi stirred beside me. She rolled over and rested her upper body across my chest. Her tousled and half-lidded eyes were a sexy turn-on, as if I needed much encouragement. I absently rubbed one of her hip bones.

“It’s quiet next door,” Naomi said after a while.

“Yeah, he’s probably passed out.”

“Two at once could be tiring.”

I chuckled then sobered quickly. “He’s been drinking a lot lately. I’m worried about him.”

“Patrick’s always been a partier. I haven’t noticed him any better or any worse than usual.”

“I have.”

“You would know.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Someday, you need to have a talk with him.”

“I will. I’m letting him adjust to our new normal first.”

“You’re more patient than I am. I’d confront him. He’s not being fair to you.”

I shrugged. “I don’t think he sees it that way. I think he’s more along the lines of it wasn’t broke, why fix it?”

“But, Pax, it was broken for you.”

I give her a kiss on her cute little nose. “He doesn’t realize that because I never complained, just went along with everything.” I put my arms around her, and she cuddled next to me with her head on my chest. I stroked her hair and breathed in the scent of her, some kind of heady fragrance mingled with the smell of sex. I liked it. A lot.

“I hope we never run into those frat boys on campus.”

“They didn’t see enough of our faces to get a good look at who we were.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“No. I’m trying to make you feel better.”

She swatted at my chest and giggled. How I loved the sound of that. We were quiet for a while, enjoying just being in the moment.

“What are your plans for next year? Have you decided?” She turned so she could see my face. Her nipples tickled my chest hairs, and my dick, not one to be left out, sprang to attention, distracting me from her question.

“Pax?” She nudged me.

“Huh? Oh. I’ll have enough credits to graduate this spring. There’s no reason to stick around after that and play another season. I could have a career-ending injury before I ever get to play for the Sockeyes. I don’t want to take that chance. I’m playing well right now, and I need to give myself the best shot I can.” I hadn’t realized until I’d voiced those