Best Of Both Worlds (Colorado Black Diamonds #4)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

NOAH

T hank God for a day off tomorrow.

There’s no such thing as an easy win, but our last two games, we had to fight for every inch of ice gained.

The Knights have now won three games in a row. Something they haven’t done in years.

And with it, Coach Andrews gave us the morning off from practice before we leave for a West Coast road trip.

I’m thankful for the day off. Maybe I am getting old, but my entire body hurts and doesn’t bounce back like it used to.

As I sip on my beer, the lights of the bar flash around me. A disco ball reflects off the mirrored wall behind the bar as couples dance to the music.

There’s one good thing about being in Nashville—always a place to go.

The gay bar that I found when moving here is one of the few places I like to come. I can relax and be myself with very few people, if any, noticing who I am.

Except for the first time, someone does notice me. A pair of familiar eyes connect with mine. It has my jaw dropping.

Graham?

What in the fuck is he doing here?

It’s like I caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. He swallows down the rest of his drink and flees.

Setting my own drink down, I follow him toward the long hallway that leads to the bathrooms. Graham is easy to follow. He sticks out like a sore thumb in a mess of men in too little clothing.

Easily catching up to him, I grab his bicep and pull him into a dark corner near the emergency exit.

“What the hell?” he hisses at me.

“What the hell me? What the hell you ?” I ask him. Graham’s eyes are searching, like he’s looking to see if we’ll be caught.

If he was worried about being caught, he shouldn’t have come out tonight. At least, not here.

“What’s it matter to you?”

I rest both hands on the wall on either side of his head. The ball cap he’s wearing is pulled down low. Music from the club vibrates through the walls back here.

“Imagine my surprise when I come to my usual haunt and see you on the other side of the bar.”

“This is your place?”

I push the brim of Graham’s hat up to get a better view of him. Stubble lines his jaw. Cheeks flushed pink. Dark eyes taking me in.

“Yes. And I’ve never seen you here before. It begs the question, why are you here?” I ask again.

“What, are you the police now? Monitoring my every move?”

I shake my head, boxing Graham in. “Because I want to know why you’re here . ”

Graham’s brown eyes rake over me in a long, slow sweep. It has the alcohol floating through me, drunk on lust.

When his eyes meet mine, I step closer. Graham’s dick is hard in his pants—pressing against my own equally hard cock. I push the hat he’s wearing up and off his head so I can look closer at him. See everything he’s feeling.

“Because I wanted to see if it was a one-time thing with you or if I liked other men.”

“And?”

I drop my hand from the wall to cup his neck. The skin is warm, his pulse fluttering as I brush my thumb over it. It picks up speed with each pass over it.

“For some unknown reason, it seems I only react to you.”

It’s all I need before I’m crushing my lips to his.

Fuck.

There’s a moment of hesitation before Graham returns the kiss, opening his warm mouth to accept my tongue.

I can taste the alcohol he was drinking. Blunt fingers dig into my biceps as we explore each other’s mouths. The stubble lining Graham’s jaw ignites a need inside me that has gone unfulfilled for too many months.

My mouth is hungry as I take everything he’s giving me. I run a hand down the soft cotton of his T-shirt and shove it up to reveal the smooth planes of his abs.

The growl it elicits has me thrusting my leg between his. Graham is fucking shameless as he grinds his hardening cock against my thigh.

Fuck. I want to taste it. To swallow him down and take him to the back of my throat.

“May I?”

I squeeze his cock through his jeans and watch as his teeth dig in to his bottom lip. Graham nods and watches as I slowly free his cock from his jeans.

“Damn.”

Graham is well-endowed. A long, thick cock is nestled in a trimmed patch of dark curls at the base.

“Think you can take it?” he asks, a cocky grin on his face. “I know I’m big.”

“Hmm. Are you?” Licking my lips, I take his cock in hand. “Watch me, baby.”

Dropping to my knees, I suck him down to the base. I relax my jaw even farther when he thrusts into my mouth, pushing himself down my throat.

“Holy shit!” Graham hisses.

I glance up at him and see his eyes staring down at me. Wagging my brows at him, I put on a show.

I’ve perfected my deep-throating skills over the years. I’m a fucking master at it. So sliding my mouth over Graham’s cock—that is as big as he was implying—feels amazing.

The salty precum drags across my tongue as I move up and down at a frantic pace. I have no clue how long we’ve been back here, but the last thing either of us needs is to be caught.

That would not earn either of us any favor with the team.

Reaching between his legs, I roll his heavy balls between my hands.

“Oh fuck. Fuck . That feels amazing.”

I give him back a resounding squeeze, letting him know that I know this.

Pulling off him, I drag my tongue along the vein on the underside of his hard length before flicking it through the slit.

“Are you going to come for me, Graham? Come down my throat like I want you to?”

“You do?” he breathes out.

“Yes.” I give his balls another squeeze. “I want every last ounce of your cum in my mouth tonight.”

“Oh shit.”

Based on the way he jacks his hips into the air, I know he’s close. Taking a deep breath, I swallow him down again and don’t stop until his long fingers fist tight in my hair and he’s emptying himself down my throat.

Fuck.

It feels endless as I hold my nose against the base of his cock and feel his cum drip down the back of my throat.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve experienced in a long time.

Hell, probably the best blow job I’ve given in years.

With Graham Fisher .

Ignoring that fact, I rock back onto my heels and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. If it weren’t for the wall holding up the man in front of me, he’d be in a puddle on the floor. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so spent after a blow job.

I reach down and grab his hat, putting it on my own head so we don’t leave it here. We don’t need to leave any trace of what we’ve done here. Unless you count the inspiration Graham has now given me for all my own sex dreams.

Yeah, I’m that fucking good.

“That felt?—”

“Amazing?” I stand, willing my own erection to go down.

“Fuck you.”

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” I smile at him, waggling my brows at him. Graham looks blissed out, and I fucking love that I did that to him.

Instead of answering me, he fists his hands in my shirt and pulls me in for a long, hard kiss.

I let him control this one. Let him taste his release on my tongue. Strong hands roam up and down my back, grasping my ass and pulling me in close to him.

Cupping his cheek, I slow his pace before pulling off him.

Graham looks well and truly fucked.

Reaching between us, I tuck his semi-hard cock— the fucker is already hard again after a mind-blowing orgasm —back into his pants and zip him up.

Giving a gentle pat, I step out of his hold, much to my own regret.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“You and I have some things to discuss.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes.” Dropping a peck on his cheek, I press my lips to his ears. “I am going to wait for you at home where you cannot avoid me and we can discuss what this means.”

Graham looks stunned as I pull back. Stunned and sexy as hell.

Good.

“I’ll see you at home.”