by Toni Aleo
Matty smiled, thankful for that. “But it took him forever.”
Wells shrugged. “True, but Avery seemed confident it would go over well.”
Matty didn’t agree. “I don’t know, I just want to wait.”
“How long?”
“Maybe when I go back to New York?”
“For the start of the season?”
He nodded. “Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “But I want to tell my brothers when we get back from Cancun.”
Matty watched as Wells swallowed hard, nodding his head. “When will you leave to go back home?”
Matty scoffed. “Home is where the heart is, and since my heart is in Colorado, I’ll just be going back to my apartment.”
He knew it was corny and silly, but he knew Wells needed that. He needed the reassurance, and Matty would always offer that. Rolling his eyes, Wells chuckled softly as he nodded. “You smooth talker, you.”
Matty grinned, his whole face joining the motion as he squeezed Wells’s hand. “I’ll go back before training camp starts.”
Wells bit into his lips. “So back to long-distance.”
“Yup, but we’ll be fine. Right?”
“Right,” Wells said with a nod. “Do you want me to go with you to tell your brothers?”
He shrugged. “I might want to try telling them myself, but I’d love for you to go to New York with me just to hang. I’ll have them come to the city for dinner, then I’ll bring them back to the apartment to meet you.”
“You’ve thought this through?”
Matty laughed heartily. “No, actually, I’m flying by the seat of my pants.”
Wells laughed along with him. “Sounded good, though.”
“Good, now let’s hope it goes well.”
“I’m sure it will,” Wells decided with a wink. When he started to turn the wheel, Matty looked up to see they had arrived back at the hotel. As Wells parked, he asked, “So beach? Or pool?”
Matty glanced over at him, his lips quirking at the side. “Bed.”
A sinful grin came over Wells’s face. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “I want you naked and in my mouth.”
“Shit. What are you waiting for?” Wells hissed out, looking around the parking garage. “I see no one.”
The challenge was in Wells’s eyes, and when Matty glanced down, Wells was hard in his thin cargo shorts. Reaching over, Matty took Wells’s shaft in his palm, stroking him through the fabric as their gazes stayed locked. “Right here?”
“Right here.” Wells exhaled as Matty squeezed him, his cock so damn hard it made Matty’s mouth water. His cock was pulsing in Matty’s palm, which only made Matty harder as he held him. “And don’t say anyone will see us. I’m literally on the top floor of the parking garage, and no one is here.”
A grin pulled at Matty’s lips. When he glanced back at Wells, he was moving, undoing his pants. Matty held his breath, looking around once more before glancing back at Wells. His cock was erect, out and fucking beautiful. Matty met his gaze as he moved toward Wells, and the heat that burned in Wells’s eyes sent chills down his spine before he took him into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat.
Wells slid his fingers over his head, knocking his hat off as a harsh hiss left his lips. Matty moved up Wells’s shaft, running his tongue up him and then went back down, taking him just as deep. Wells’s cock throbbed in Matty’s mouth as his hand tightened in his hair. When Matty moved up in a fluid but fevered motion, his own cock was throbbing as he pleased his lover.
His man. His everything.
He gripped Wells’s thick cock, holding him at the base as he loved on the tip. Curving his tongue along the thick head, Matty kissed it before bringing it back in his mouth and sucking him hard. Wells was squirming, his breath rough and hard as Matty continued to inflict his torture on him. But, in reality, it was tormenting Matty too. He wanted so bad to be deep inside of Wells right at that moment. But first, he would please him, and then he’d get his.
When Wells started to buck against him, Matty knew he was almost there. He thought he had more time, but when he moved down Wells’s shaft, practically taking him down his throat, Wells came and hard. He arched up into Matty, gripping the back of his head as he rode out his orgasm, smacking the armrest as Matty continued to suck him until Wells was almost crying out his name.
Which was exactly what Matty wanted.
Moving back up his cock, he licked his lips before Wells pulled him up to smash his lips to Matty’s. They kissed roughly, with a fierce desire as they tried to touch each other, groping and needing to feel the other. It was intense, mind-blowing, and when Matty pulled back, gasping for air, Wells started pushing his pants down. “What are you doing?”
“You’re fucking me right here.” Matty was breathless, stunned as Wells pushed the seat all the way back, giving them room. Getting up on his knees, Wells glanced over his shoulder at Matty. “Now.”
“It’s a tight fit, though.”
“That’s what he said,” he teased, and Matty scoffed.
“Har, har.”
But when Wells’s eyes met his, so dark and full of lust, Matty’s mouth went dry. His hands started to shake as he pulled out his wallet. He didn’t care that there was no room, he was about to fuck the hell out of his boyfriend. Taking out a little packet of lube and a condom, he made a face as he threw his wallet on the floorboard. “I only have strawberry left.”
Wells chuckled. “Well, I want you to fuck me, not eat my ass.”
“You wouldn’t complain.”
“Not even in the slightest, but I’m waiting, Haverbrooke. Fuck me.”
Matty tried to laugh, though he was completely breathless. He tore the foil with his teeth before spreading the lube along his cock and then squirting some in Wells’s ass, dipping his finger just inside and sliding around the rim. Making quick work of the condom, he got it on with ease before he threw both packages to the floorboard. Matty then looked around, but he wasn’t sure why since he couldn’t see. His heart was beating so hard that all he could even see was lights. Guiding his cock toward Wells’s ass, Matty thrust in, closing his eyes as he groaned loudly against Wells’s neck.
“Fucking fuck,” he gasped, biting into Wells’s neck as he pulled out slowly before slamming back into him. Wells squeezed him as he groaned just as loud. Soon, the rhythm was intoxicating as Matty moved in and out of Wells, their moans and harsh breathing mingling as the car rocked. If Matty weren’t crazy with lust, he would have laughed, but all he could do was grit his teeth as he fucked Wells, his orgasm coming on hot and fast.
Feeling like he was almost there, Matty pulled Wells’s head back against his shoulder, capturing his mouth with his own. They kissed sloppily, Matty still inside of Wells, pulsing as he kissed him. Pulling away, Wells grinned as he held his gaze, and Matty swore he fucking fell all over again for him. He’d never forget the first moment he’d realized it. They were skiing back in Colorado, and Wells had taken a nasty fall. For a split second, Matty thought he was dead. When he realized Wells was okay, not a broken bone in his body, thankfully, Matty had looked down at him as he lay in the snow and thought, “What if he had died?” He knew in that instant that if Wells had, he would have been lost. And that meant one thing, he loved him. How could he, when Matty didn’t even love himself? But as he gazed into Wells’s green depths on that mountainside, he knew somehow, he had fallen. And just like that moment, Matty felt himself doing it all over again.
Holding Wells, his fingers pressing into his forehead, Matty pulled out and slammed back in as his breath was lost. They held each other’s gaze, and Matty fucked Wells hard until he couldn’t anymore. He jerked inside of him, filling Wells’s sweet ass with his orgasm as his name fell from Matty’s lips. Pressing his forehead into Wells’s chest, Matty let out a rush of breath before inhaling through his nose. He shook his head.
“I can’t believe we just made love in the rental.”
That time, when the car started to shake, it wasn’t from their lovemaking.
But from their laughter.
Fourteen
Hours later, after lying on the beach and having dinner, Wells found Matty’s hand with his own, entwining their rough, callused fingers as they watched SportsCenter, both handsomely naked and spent. Exhaling contentedly, Wells leaned his shoulders on Matty’s. Matty smiled. “Worn out?”
Wells scoffed. “Just a tad.”
“This has been great.”
“Yeah,” Wells agreed, his heart full and happy. “We’ll meet Avery in the morning?”
“Yeah, at nine. She says Ashlyn gets cranky around one, so she wants to get to the beach early since Ashlyn will probably nap before we leave.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to push back our flight?”
Matty shook his head. He appreciated the suggestion and loved that Wells would stay as long as he wanted. But they were leaving for Cancun in a few days, and he really needed to go shopping. Plus, he didn’t want to overstay his welcome. He didn’t want Avery to feel like she had to entertain him. He wanted to ease into this, not rush and pressure them to love him. It would take time, he understood that. So did Wells; he was actually the one to suggest that Matty take it slow. He was good for that wise old man stuff, though he didn’t appreciate it when Matty teased him with that. “No, it’s fine. We have things to do, and they have things to do.”
“Yeah,” Wells agreed, snuggling closer to Matty. “I can’t wait for next week. This mini trip has been more than I hoped for and, shit, it was emotional. Just think. Us, with no cares, on the beach. It’s gonna be awesome.”
Matty smiled, kissing his temple. “It will be.”
Wells laughed then. “Guess who texted me.”
Matty shot him a sideways glance. “Who?”
“Alex.”
His body went tight. “No shit? For what?”
“He needed to get into my apartment. He left his makeup box—”
“Makeup box?”
Wells looked over at Matty with warning dancing in his eyes. “Don’t. I didn’t even know till a month before the wedding.”
Matty sputtered with laughter. “I didn’t think you were into that kind of guy—”
“I’m not. Stop.”
Matty fought back his grin, realizing that Wells hadn’t been the least bit happy with Alex’s choices. “Man, I sure saved you.”
“Oh, jeez, get over yourself,” he shot back, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, he needed to get in, and then asked how I was. Told him I was good. Asked how he was. He told me he’s over me, and things are great. I told him that was awesome and good luck. Then later, I got a long-ass message about how much of a dick I am because I didn’t feel bad at all for crushing his world.”
Matty made a face. “But he’s over you?”
“Exactly. I mean, I feel like shit for what I did, and I wish it had played out differently, but he texted me.”
Matty scoffed. “Dude is a drama queen. Literally.”
Wells glared. “Shut up.”
But Matty couldn’t help it. He started laughing harder. Wells wasn’t amused as he lay back in the bed, rolling his eyes. “It’s so funny, Wells.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Really? I never would have guessed with the death stare you’re pinning on me!”
When the NHL portion of SportsCenter started, Matty’s laughter subsided as they watched the newest trade info. That was the great thing about dating a person who understood his profession, though, in his case, it was both their professions. They both loved knowing what was going on in the league, even though most of the time, they knew before the media.
As they watched, Matty traced Wells’s arm with his finger as he drew in slow breaths, the most amazing feeling of completion sweeping over him. He didn’t like that Alex was texting Wells, but he wouldn’t throw a fit about it. There was no point; Wells was his, and he knew that with his whole heart. Matty was lucky to have what Avery and Jace had, a love that was valued and protected. The only thing missing between Wells and Matty was a piece of paper stating they were married because everything else, even with nine months apart, was perfect.
Well, except for the fact that his family didn’t know.
Hmm. That was a major problem.
One he was fixing, and then maybe, they’d get that piece of paper.
A grin pulled at his lips before he kissed Wells’s temple, his arms coming around Matty to hold him tighter as the screen changed to a graphic reading: BREAKING NEWS.
“Huge trade news in Nashville this evening. After making the decision not to re-sign Lucas Brooks, the veteran forward who scored the winning goal in the Stanley Cup Finals, Elli Adler was being held accountable to replace him. But that wasn’t what she did.”
The screen then cut to Elli Adler, the owner of the Nashville Assassins, standing at the podium, looking gorgeous as ever, her green eyes blazing as she looked straight into the camera. “Today, we traded Mick Mantra and our first-round pick in next year’s draft for Beau Boom of the Capitals.”
“Ah, shit,” Wells hissed. “The Bruiser is going to the Assassins?”
Matty made a face. “As if that team wasn’t tough as it was.”
“Mrs. Adler is being scrutinized for her decision, trading one of her youngest and most promising forwards. But she had this to say, ‘I feel we have so much depth in the front, but with the retirement of Tate Odder and the off-season injury that has taken out Karson King for the next year, we need someone with as much depth as he had and then some. Mr. Boom is that player.”
“He’s a dick,” Wells laughed. “He knocked my tooth out because I looked at him!”
Matty laughed. “He threw his stick into my gut and then scored on me once. I don’t like the guy at all.”
“Neither do I. I wonder if Vaughn and Jensen do?” Just as Wells moved, reaching for his phone, Matty’s rang. Making a face since he wasn’t sure who would be calling at close to ten at night, he reached for his phone on the nightstand. Seeing that it was his mom, he took in a quick breath.
What if Avery had told her?
Shit.
Swallowing hard and begging his damn heart to calm down just a little, Matty hit talk as he sat up, his feet hitting the ground as he said, “Hey, Mom.”
“Matthew, oh my goodness. I just talked to Avery, and I got the pictures of you with her and Ashlyn, and I’m crying, baby. I’m just so happy!”
Letting out the breath he was holding, he closed his eyes. “Yeah. Me too.”
“I’m so proud of you! I knew it would happen, and I’ve prayed and prayed that you two would find each other once more. Knowing now that it is happening… Oh my, Matty, you’ve made my day.”
He smiled. “Thanks, Mom. It was long overdue.”
“To say the least! I can’t believe it. We can actually have gatherings now, and you’ll come. The family. All of us.”
Matty paused, his eyes falling shut. Would he be welcomed when they found out he was gay? Or that he would more than likely be bringing Wells with him? “That sounds awesome, Mom.”
“It does! We are so pleased, and I know it’s late, but I just had to call.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m awake.”
“Oh, good. So you’ll have to come to Thanksgiving this year. I’m pretty sure it’s our year since Jace’s family got them last year.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
She screamed with joy. “Oh my goodness! I just can’t! This is so great. Okay, I’ll let you go. Call me later this week.”
“I’m leaving for Cancun, remember? I’ll call you when I get back.”
His mom let out a sound of remembrance. “That’s right. Okay, send me pictures, and if you see a shark, run.”
“You mean swim?” he joked, and she laughed.
“Yes! That,” she said, her voice full of excitement. “Oh, Matthew, I just love you so much.”
But will you
love me when you find out I’m gay?
Pushing that thought aside, he smiled. “I love you, Mom.”
“Good,” she said as an exhale. “Oh, that reminds me, Marie was telling me you never called her back. Did it not work out? I thought you liked her.”
Matty’s shoulders went tight as he looked back at where Wells was typing away on his phone. “Yeah, it didn’t work out. I’m actually seeing someone else.”
“Oh! Is she wonderful?”
He swallowed hard, his eyes clouding with tears. “Just perfect.”
“Well, that’s wonderful! I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Yeah, me too,” he agreed as he shook his head. “You know, Mom, I’m getting tired. Let me call you tomorrow.”
“Oh, of course. Bye, sweetheart.”
“Bye,” he said before hanging up, his arms falling to his thighs as his hands swung between them, holding his phone. “What are they saying?” he asked, more for himself so he wouldn’t let go of the tears that were threatening to fall.
“Well, Vaughn doesn’t like him, but Jensen said he hasn’t done anything to him. But, really, I don’t think Jenny knows how to hate anyone.”
That made Matty’s mouth quirk. “He’s a nice guy.”
“He is, but he’s frustrating in that sense. He always sees the good in people, even when there is no good.”
Lying back in the bed, Matty nodded. “Either way, thank God the Bruiser isn’t on our teams.”
“For sure,” Wells agreed, throwing his phone down between them as he let out a breath. “Was that your mom?”
“It was.”
“She sounded excited.”
“She is. Which is good, ’cause I am too.”
“Me too,” Wells agreed, reaching for Matty’s hand once more and kissing his palm. “She mentioned your girlie friend, Marie.”
He said it as a statement, not a question, and it made Matty roll his eyes. “We went out on three or four dates. She meant nothing.”
Wells eyed him. “You didn’t hit it?”
“Jesus, no,” he said, making a face. “I think the only female I’ve ever slept with was Madison Proust, and that’s because I thought I was supposed to.”