Best Of Both Worlds (Colorado Black Diamonds #4)

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

GRAHAM

“ D oes it really matter what we watch?” Noah asks, strutting into the bedroom from the bathroom. “Are we really going to be paying attention to it?”

The channels flip by until I find a hockey game to settle on.

“Last time, you picked a horror movie that gave me nightmares for a week.” I chuck the remote at him and he throws an arm up to dodge it.

“I told you, I didn’t know it was a horror movie. Otherwise I would have picked something more in line with your sensibilities.”

I wish I’d waited to throw the remote at him now.

“You’re a dick.”

“You like it.”

“In your dreams, Fields.”

Standing between our beds, Noah stares me down as he grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it off. The cocky fucker throws it at me.

“You dream about all this?”

Seeing his hand move in my peripheral vision, I ignore its path. Absolutely ignoring as it trails up and over his well-defined pecs and the abs that are on full display.

“You wish.”

Standing up, I get close to him and pull my own T-shirt off. Noah’s eyes don’t leave mine, but I can see the obvious desire there. It mirrors my own.

It’s getting harder and harder to hide my want and need for this man.

Noah smirks before I hear the crinkle of a bag and icy coldness is thrust into my chest. “Here.”

Looking down, I grab the pint of strawberry froyo that we picked up on our way to the room. And to think, only a few months ago, I found Noah Fields to be one of the most annoying guys on the planet.

Now he’s annoying for an entirely different reason. Just for looking so damn sexy as he settles onto his bed and turns his eyes to the game.

I follow suit and rest my back against the firm, wooden headboard of the hotel bed. We’re playing Vancouver tomorrow and flew in after our game with Dallas. At this point in my career, all the rooms are starting to blend together—the same wall art focusing on whatever city we’re in. Cheap and itchy bedspreads. A bathroom too small for two oversized hockey players.

Not that I’d know about that last one. But now that the thought is there, I wouldn’t mind seeing if the two of us can fit.

Noah’s shouts at the TV interrupt my thoughts. I should be watching the game—assessing our opponents and finding their weaknesses—but I just can’t bring myself to care.

Because lying here in the hotel room brings back one of my favorite memories from when I was a kid. “You know, I always thought things like this were fun when I was a kid.”

“Really?” he asks from his spot on the other bed.

I nod, taking another bite of the sweet treat I allow myself every now and then.

“I remember one time my dad took me to visit my mom where the team was playing. I couldn’t tell you why we went, but I remember surprising her and getting to stay up late and eat ice cream and watch movies.”

Noah laughs. “Isn’t that what every kid wanted? Staying up late and eating ice cream?”

“I guess so. After that, we did it maybe once a year when mom was traveling. Before I started playing hockey.”

“Your mom is still a badass,” Noah tells me. “I remember I wanted to be like her when I was little.”

“You did?”

“Well, after I won a few Super Bowls because I was the greatest kicker to ever play the game.”

I laugh. “Of course you would think that.”

“Hey, we both somehow ended up playing hockey with football stars for dads.”

“I know why I started playing hockey,” I mumble.

“You wanted to be cool like me, right?”

“I mean, didn’t we all?”

Noah stabs his spoon into his chocolate yogurt and sets it on the nightstand. “Wait, seriously?”

I look down at the pink frozen yogurt and take another bite. “I mean, you started playing and then everyone else was. I thought it’d make me cool like you. Make you like me.”

“I don’t know where we started hating each other, but I’m glad we’re not there anymore.”

“Me too,” I agree.

The blue light of the TV casts Noah in a cool glow. He’s spread out in only a pair of black gym shorts. Noah shifts so his eyes are focused on the TV, giving me time to study him. I never thought I’d be attracted to a man.

When I found him in that club, the minute my eyes connected with his, I knew.

It’s him.

I don’t want to explore things with other men. I just want Noah. It’s made it hard for me to worry about if this feels wrong or not. Every time I’m with him, it feels more and more right.

I smile down into the quickly softening yogurt, swirling it around with my spoon. Jesus, I feel like I have a crush.

“You’re thinking pretty hard over there.” Noah’s voice interrupts my thoughts.

“Hmm?”

My eyes meet his as he stares back at me. He’s flipped onto his side, yogurt cup sitting empty on the nightstand between us.

“You can’t be that excited about ice cream.”

“Technically froyo,” I throw back at him.

Noah stands, closing the short distance between the beds in one stride before taking my froyo container and setting it next to his. He throws one leg over my lap and settles down on top of me.

Noah’s mere presence is overwhelming in the best way. Everything we’ve done has been at my pace. Sure, he likes to be the one in charge in the bedroom, but from the minute this thing started between us, he put me at ease.

I think it’s why I’m so addicted to him.

To everything we’re doing together.

“Are we really going to discuss the merits of ice cream versus froyo?” Noah asks, pulling me down the bed so I’m flat on my back.

“Did you have something else in mind?”

I drag my hands down his chest, rubbing my thumbs over his nipples.

“Maybe we could take off some more clothes?”

Noah snaps the band of my shorts, and it has me squirming underneath him.

“I want you to fuck me,” I blurt out in a rush.

“Okay?” Noah states, more like a question, rocking back ever so slightly.

I sit up, my hard cock sagging ever so slightly. “I mean, I really liked fucking you, but…”

“But what?” Noah asks.

It feels embarrassing to tell Noah this, but if I can’t tell him, who can I tell?

“I’ve been experimenting.”

“Oh yeah?”

This has Noah slotting himself between my legs and pushing me back down onto the bed.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

“When have I ever made fun of you?”

“Seriously?” I ask him.

He laughs, his warm breath ghosting over my lips.

“Okay, fine. But I promise. I won’t make fun of you.”

“I bought a vibrator. Wanted to see what that was all about.”

A heated gaze washes over Noah’s face. “You bought a vibrator and didn’t think to tell me?”

“I thought you’d be mad.”

Noah presses the corner of his mouth against mine. I can taste the chocolate there.

“Only that you didn’t let me watch you use it. Fuck, Graham. You know we’re going to have to use this when we get home, right?”

“Think you can use your dick until then?”

Noah slams his mouth down over mine, and fuck me. I’m ready to let this man devour me as I spin us so I’m on top of him. The strength and power he wields is such a turn-on.

I rock my hips into his. The brief contact has my cock plumping up in my shorts.

As our kisses intensify, Noah’s hand drifts beneath the hem of my shorts and finds my dick. Dropping onto my elbows, my gaze follows his hand as he frees me from the cloth prison of my shorts.

Even after only being together a few times, Noah knows exactly what I like. Exactly what to do to get me off. I love seeing how his hand can fit around the entire girth of my dick.

“You’re really good at this.”

“You have a really good dick for it.”

Noah smirks at me as he spits into his hand to get a better grip. I pump my hips into his fist, getting closer and closer to getting off.

“I’m getting close,” I hiss.

Noah smirks before pushing me off him. “Get on your back.”

Following his instructions, I do as he asks. Noah hops off the bed to go to his bag and grab supplies. Shucking off my shorts, I give my cock a squeeze to stave off my impending release.

When Noah turns around, I’m practically drooling at the look in his eyes.

“Spread your legs.”

“Are you always this bossy?”

“When I get to fuck you? Yes.”

Doing as Noah says, I widen my legs for him. He doesn’t say anything as he kneels between my legs. Noah’s hands trail up and down my thighs. The contact has heat pooling in my groin. My cock is leaking all over my stomach.

“If you want to stop, just tell me.”

“Okay.”

“I mean it.” Noah drags a finger down my chest, ignoring my cock and moving it around my balls. Anticipation grows as his finger slides down my taint and traces my puckered hole. But before he can do much of anything, he’s pulling back.

“What—” Bending over, Noah’s mouth replaces his fingers. His tongue traces the hole and —“holy fuck!”

I practically fly off the bed as Noah’s tongue peppers my ass with attention. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt anything so good. When it pushes inside, I melt.

The fervor with which Noah is eating my ass has me ready to come. I have to squeeze my dick to hold it off. Based on the look Noah is giving me, he knows it.

Pulling back, Noah has a cocky grin on his face. “You like that?”

“You know I do.”

“I think you’ll like it more when I fuck you.” Noah lubes up his fingers before pushing one inside. “Just breathe and push against me.”

I do as he says, relaxing as he pushes past that first ring of muscle. It’s different from the vibrator but also the same in that it’s not an entirely unwelcome feeling.

I try not to let the burn overwhelm me and allow the other sensations to take over. As he continues stretching me, it feels better and better with each finger he adds.

“I’m ready.”

Noah pulls his fingers out and lies down on top of me. The first flutter of nerves bubble up in my stomach as he lines himself up with my hole.

Sensing my nerves, Noah kisses me as he pushes an inch or so inside. His mouth on mine is the distraction I need as he continues pushing into me. My fingers dig into his back, anchoring me to him.

When he’s fully seated inside me, Noah runs a hand up and down my side in a tender way.

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah.”

Aside from the slight burn, it’s not as bad as I thought.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

Taking another moment, I pull Noah’s lips down to mine. The slow, easy kiss helps to distract me. And with each stroke of his tongue against mine, my dick is perking up between us.

“I’m ready.”

Noah’s pace starts off slow and steady. Until he hits my prostate.

“Holy fuck! Oh fuck.”

“You like that?”

“God, yes.”

Noah keeps thrusting. Keeps pegging that same spot that has cum leaking all over my stomach. Noah drags a finger through the sticky substance and sucks it into his mouth. “Fucking delicious.”

The look on his face has me coming harder than I ever have in my life.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It seems endless. Cum spurts out of my cock all over my chest.

“Yessss.” Noah’s neck strains as he comes. Watching the way his body releases that tension has one last rope of cum coming out of me before Noah collapses on top of me.

We’re a hot and sticky mess. Slipping out, there’s a slight sting, but it’s tempered by the sight of Noah walking to the bathroom. He comes back into the room with a washcloth in hand.

Noah’s touch is tender as he wipes the cum off me and drops the washcloth onto the floor.

“How do you feel?” Noah lies on his back next to me, linking his hand with mine.

“I know you said you’re vers…”

“Yeah?”

Noah turns his head ever so slightly to face me. He’s blissed out, cheeks pink after his orgasm. Fuck is it ever sexy.

“I’m thinking I might not be.”

“You want to bottom?”

I nod. “Is that okay?”

Noah rolls to his side, resting his head on his elbow.

“Getting to fuck you, Graham? I can’t think of anything better.”