BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras) (36 page)

"I'm. Not. Gay." Luke heard a dry laugh in his head and pressed his eyes closed to shut it out.
I'm not!
But he wasn't so sure anymore. And the way Seb moved, gliding in and out, sparking all his nerves to life, made it harder and harder to care. "Shit, don't stop."

"I won't." Seb barred one arm across his chest. Dug his fingers into his hip. "Move with me."

As Seb slammed in, Luke thrust back. The impact created a loud, wet slapping sound. The water spraying down on them had lost its heat, but Luke's body became feverish as he turned off his brain and did as Seb said. He felt what was being done to him without worrying about what it meant. Before long his balls tightened and his muscles tensed as he clenched around Seb's dick.

“Go ahead, niño. Come for me.”

Luke fell forward, held up only by his wrists and Sebastian's arm across his chest. Pleasure tore through his body and he shouted as he came. Cum hit the tiled wall. A deep thrust into his ass had more spilling out of his twitching dick. Seb wrapped his hand around him and stroked fast and hard to draw out the last few spasms.

When Seb pulled out, Luke winced and tugged at his wrists. He suddenly felt dirty. Used. He needed to get out of here.

"
Shh
." Seb undid the cuffs and drew him under the shower, hugging him tight. "You are a strong man, Luke. Do not forget that. You have accepted something many fight their whole lives. Something you needed."

"But I didn't need it." Luke scowled, but kept his face pressed against Seb's chest. He didn't feel strong. If he was strong, Seb wouldn't need to tell him he was. But he didn't feel quite so weak with Seb to lean on. So he said what he needed to say. "I didn't need it before you. But now I do."

Seb kissed his forehead. "I have no words for what that means to me, semental."

"That's okay. Neither do I." Luke twisted his lips and eyed Seb's slack dick.
Jeezum
, how'd he fit?
A throb of pain as he clenched his ass had him talking fast, and being way to honest. "I like you though. A lot. I guess that's all that matters."

"It is, Luke." Seb curved his hand under Luke's jaw and smiled as he stroked his bottom lip. "And I feel the same for you. But we have neglected our sweet gatita. I believe she's fallen asleep on us."

Luke glanced at the screen.

Jami lifted her head from her pillow and gave them a sleepy smile. "I'm still awake. It's just been a long few days. Haven't slept much. Miss you guys."

"We miss you as well, mi cielo." Seb turned off the shower, then stepped onto the bath mat and grabbed a towel. "If you will stay with us a little longer, we will move the laptop to the bedroom. I cannot rest until I see you close your eyes."

"I'd like that." Jami pulled the blanket up to her chin. Her bottom lip quivered. "I miss you."

"And I you." Seb hesitated by Luke's side as he picked up the laptop. "Is there something more, Jami? You would tell me if something was wrong?"

Jami looked away, then nodded. "I would tell you."

Seb frowned, but even after an hour of gentle probing, Jami didn't tell him more. She whispered 'I love you' as she fell asleep and Seb sat in the darkness, shadows deepening the lines in his face.

"Hey." Luke put his hand on Seb's thigh and squeezed. "She's probably just lonely. This whole scene was a good idea, but . . . ." He frowned. "She wasn't really with us, right, so she probably just needs to be held and shit. Told she isn't being replaced. Because . . . well, what if she thinks you're really only into men?"

"She knows better." Seb lay with his back to Luke, not sounding too sure of his own words. "And if she doesn't . . . ."

Yeah, I got it.
Seb would show her that Luke meant nothing to him. And Luke didn't care. He would back up whatever Seb said. Wouldn't be hard. Not like
he
would miss Sebastian or Jami when they realized having him around was putting a rift between them.

But early that morning, he woke to a hard, passionate kiss. Still half asleep, he let Seb roll him to his side and writhed as Seb massaged his ass with lube slicked hands. He grunted as Seb prodded his asshole with two fingers, and hissed as they dipped inside.

"I need to take you. Alone. Gently this time. I should have . . . ." Seb withdrew his fingers and pressed his dick against Luke's tight, sore hole. "You must know I am not using you. You are more, semental."

More?
His heart skipped like a badly scratched record. "More than what?" Luke reached behind him and latched on to Seb's thigh as his dick smoothly penetrated. A brief pain followed by exquisite fullness and a surge of pleasure stole his breath. He had to force himself to keep talking before he lost himself to the sensation. "Ah! Wait. Slow down and tell me. More than what?"

"More than the others. So much more." Seb thrust in and held him tight, one arm angled across Luke's chest, hand curved around the side of his throat, the other across his stomach. Kissing his shoulder, then his throat, Seb whispered. "No man has ever meant as much to me as you do."

"Sebastian." Luke pulled Seb's thigh over his hip, then stroked it as Sebastian's confession opened a floodgate within. "I told you, I never needed this. Until you. I need you. Just you."

"How can we do this? I will do nothing to hurt Jami. Or you. But I am hurting you both."

"No you're not." Luke pushed Seb's thigh off his and wrapped his ankles behind Sebastian's calves, pulling him in deeper. "Maybe I'm not really a Dom. Or not just a Dom. But I've learned enough to know you won't have all the answers. You give what you've got. Which you have. That and more."

"Yes, I have. I will always give you all I can." Seb kissed his throat as he moved, sliding in and out, not fucking him, but . . . making love to him with such tenderness that erased all the pain, all the uncertainty, and left only pleasure. And a connection which went beyond any Luke had allowed before.

"I love you, man." Why had he said that? He tried to laugh it off even as he smothered a moan with his forearm. "Friend love, you know? With extras?"

"I understand." Seb gently curved his hand around Luke's dick. "And I love you. Take that as you will. But come for me. I want to feel you lose control one last time before I must let you go."

Luke pressed his eyes shut as he pushed back, urging Seb to quicken his pace. A growl of frustration escaped him when Seb trapped him snug against his body, torturing him with shallow thrusts and light strokes, but Seb's chuckle made him smile. The man would never let him take over.

But even going slow, Seb's hands, his body, set Luke off like bottle rocket, shooting up . . .

"Brace yourself." Seb hissed in his ear. He drew out and slammed in, over and over, covering Luke's mouth with his hand to muffle his roar as pleasure exploded. Rough sounds broke out from deep in his chest, scoring his throat. One last thrust, followed by spilling warmth within, had Luke shuddering, gasping.

He didn't move when Seb eased out and left the bed. Arm draped over his face, he decided that today was as good a day as any to play dead. Maybe he'd get up later to play that game he got paid shitloads to play—what was it again?

 
"You look well sated," Seb said. The mattress shifted and a warm cloth covered Luke's softened dick and sore balls. As it slid between his ass cheeks, Luke clenched and tried to roll over, but Seb clucked his tongue and held him still. "Let me tend to you, semental. Then you may have an hour or so to laze about before we meet with the team."

Peeking out from under his arm, Luke mumbled. "What about you? You
gonna
'laze about' too?"

 
"I had planned to go for a run."

"Don't run." Luke shifted over and slapped the bed beside him. "Stay."

Seb didn't say anything for a long time. Luke had almost drifted off to sleep when Seb finally lay down beside him. He grunted as Seb pulled him over, easing him up so Luke could rest his head on his shoulder.

"You are comfortable with me now, Luke?"

Eyes closed, Luke turned his head to kiss Seb's chest. "Yeah, 'cause it feels right, you know?"

He felt Seb's nod as he pressed a light kiss on his brow. "I know."

Chapter Seventeen

Sloan leaned on the table in the training room, gritting his teeth as the trainer stuck the needle into the center of his hand. The needle itself didn't hurt, but having his hand, which had frozen into a claw overnight, spread open, shot agony up his arm. His skin broke out in a cold sweat. His stomach lurched. The painkillers he'd popped this morning hadn't helped much, and when they wore off, he found it hard to even eat. The pain had been pretty bad before he'd caught that puck. Now it was almost unbearable.

Almost.

But as the drug did its work, he was able to move his hand again. It wouldn't fully clench, but he'd be able to hold on to his stick. The trainer handed him another bottle of
Oxycodone
and told him he was good to go.

"You've got to be fucking kidding. You're not letting him play like that, are you?"

The trainer's eyes widened.

Sloan sat up and forced a smile. "What the hell are you doing here, Dominik? I thought you were still doing therapy for your knee."

Dominik ignored him and stepped up to the trainer. "Say goodbye to your job, asshole."

"He wanted to keep playing!" The trainer shuffled backwards, holding his hands up. "I'm not a doctor. I'm just following orders."

"You're full of shit." Dominik shook his head. "And if you're not, we've got a bigger problem."

"Hey, man, relax." Sloan put his good hand on Dominik's forearm and leaned in close. "He's right. I asked for this. And I'm okay. I promised Oriana I'd have it looked at this summer. I can tough it out until then."

Fisting his hand into Sloan's tight, black t-shirt, Dominik snarled. "You're an idiot. You call this okay?" He wrapped his hand around Sloan's wrist and held his hand up to the light.

The black and purple blotches spreading out from the heel of Sloan's palm, up to the center of his middle fingers, made the injury look pretty bad, but it was just a bruise. He wrenched his hand free and scowled. "You're a fucking hypocrite. You got a shot after you fucked up your knee so you could finish the game. And it wasn't even the playoffs."

"Took me two months longer to get back on the ice after that stunt, Sloan. I'm not a hypocrite. I made a mistake, and I won't let you make the same one."

"Try and stop me."

"I plan to."

And with that, Dominik swivelled around and strode out of the room.

Sloan followed, rage tempting him to physically stop the man, reason urging him to try to talk him down. But it was too late. Tim waited in the hall, arms folded over his chest, one of the team doctors at his side.

"Let me see it," The coach said.

The doctor he had with him wasn't the one who'd let Sloan continue playing. He was the one who'd dealt with Dominik. With Tyler. He had the final fucking say, which was why Sloan had avoided him so far.

There was no point to lying about his injury any longer, but he couldn't help but try to play it off as if it was nothing serious. He should have asked the trainer to tape his damn hand. Instead he was stuck here, holding it out of sight like a little kid hiding something valuable that he'd broken behind his back.

"My game is good and I was fine at practice. Let it go. I've already been cleared."

"Not by me." The doctor's grey eyebrows shot up to sit on the edge of his receding hairline. "You're not playing, Callahan. Once I check out your hand, I'll have a better idea of how long you'll be out. The drugs you're taking may be another issue—they're highly addictive."

Sloan laughed and shoved the bottle of
Oxycodone
at the doctor. "You think so? Take them. I don't need the goddamn pills. But I am playing tonight. Check my hand tomorrow if you want."

"It's not up for negotiation, Callahan." Tim reached out and patted his shoulder. "You're already out of the lineup. I've spoken to both Mason and Oriana. You've covered this up long enough. It's over."

Sloan gave the doctor a curt not and held his hand out. He glared at Dominik as the doctor gently poked and prodded.
Fucking traitor.

"I'll need to take some X-rays, but I'm fairly certain there's at least a hairline fracture—possibly a ruptured tendon. I'm sorry to say you'll be lucky if you can start the next season with the team. I'll call in and see if I can get everything started tomorrow when we get back home. For now get it wrapped by one of the trainers—one of the
other
trainers." The doctor's eyes narrowed as he looked past Sloan to the trainer who'd given him the shot. "Try not to use the hand, you've done more than enough damage to it already."

The coach and the doctor turned away, dismissing him. Dominik rubbed his jaw and opened his mouth.

"I don't want to hear it." Sloan moved to step past him.

Dominik grabbed his arm. "Sloan—"

Sloan hauled back and punched Dominik in the face, catching him just under the eye. His bad hand hung by his side, leaving him open to a swift uppercut under the chin that had his head ringing.