Although sex was high up on his list of priorities, but only because being with Roan felt right.
At first, he thought Roan was going to take control, to insist on topping him. Seg would’ve given him anything in that moment, but when Roan sheathed Seg’s cock, he felt something inside of him crack open. A deep, possessive desire to own this man consumed him, made his body ache with the need to claim him, to show him just how hot they could burn together.
Roan shifted, scooting forward over him, his knees cradling Seg’s hips. Seg watched, not moving, hardly breathing, waiting to see what was in store for him. When Roan guided Seg’s cock into his ass, his lungs stopped working. He was engulfed by heat, his dick gripped by the tight confines of Roan’s body.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth. Fuck, this was better than anything he’d ever felt. “Ride me, Roan. Take what you want from me.”
Roan nodded, his hands flattening on Seg’s chest as he began lifting and lowering, riding Seg slow and easy. Seg gripped Roan’s wrists, holding him there while their eyes locked and Roan took him deep into his ass. The temperature in the room spiked as ripples of sensation raced through Seg’s body, making his heart pound against his ribs.
Damn. He could do this all fucking night. Watching Roan, his biceps flexing, his pecs rippling with every shift of his body, his abs contracting as he lifted himself off Seg’s dick … by far the most fascinating thing he’d seen in his entire life.
“So fucking good,” he moaned, urging Roan to continue. “I fucking love being inside you... Oh, fuck… Just like that.”
He didn’t want Roan to stop doing what he was doing. There was no rush to get to the finish line. Seg could do this forever if Roan would let him. The explosive chemistry between them made it difficult to not touch every part of Roan, but Seg managed. Barely. Content to simply let it be, to take what Roan was offering him.
Finally, he forced himself to sit up, to wrap his arms around Roan’s body, to crush their lips together while he took control, pulling Roan onto his dick, driving deeper into the man’s ass. They remained locked like that for long minutes, Roan moaning as Seg fucked him with deep, penetrating strokes.
“More,” Roan pleaded, biting Seg’s lip. “Need more... Need you to fuck me. Hard. Make me come, Colton.”
His heart thumped double time. Seg fucking loved that Roan called him by his first name when they were intimate like this. He never called him that any other time—outside of the bedroom—which was probably why it made him feel so damn good. It was a connection he’d never experienced before.
Seg managed to shift again, eventually getting to his knees and pushing Roan to his back without ever dislodging from the man’s body. He pumped his hips, slowly at first, then faster, harder. He grabbed Roan’s hands and held them above his head while he drove into him. This was a claiming, pure and simple. Seg wanted to own him, to possess him, to have him in every way imaginable.
And yes, he wanted Roan to do the same to him.
Seg stretched his legs out behind him, holding his body above Roan’s as he slammed his hips down at an angle, no longer worrying about gentle or easy.
Roan’s hips lifted, his knees moving up closer to his chest as Seg continued to put power behind every thrust, fucking Roan harder and harder, deeper, wanting the man to feel him in his entire body.
“Oh, fuck… Right there, Colton. Right fucking there…”
Bending his knees, he put one hand on the back of Roan’s thigh, the other wrapping around the heavy length of Roan’s cock. Seg penetrated Roan’s ass as he stroked him, wanting to push him as far as he could.
“Gonna come like that…” Roan’s growl was loud. “Fuck… Don’t… Oh, shit…”
Seg’s gaze dropped to Roan’s shaft, watching as he pulsed in his hand, cum spurting onto his chest, his stomach. It pushed Seg closer to the edge, but he couldn’t stop, taking his pleasure from Roan’s body until he thought his head might explode.
“Come inside me, Colton,” Roan urged, his hands gripping Seg’s forearms. “Right fucking now.”
Coming on command wasn’t an easy thing, but Seg forced himself to let go, his hips slamming against Roan’s ass one last time as he came, the room spinning from lack of oxygen to his brain.
He fell forward, brushing his hand through Roan’s hair, kissing him gently while his dick softened. He was reluctant to pull out of him, not wanting to break that connection. Seg honestly hadn’t come over with the intention of fucking Roan, but now that he had, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. He already wanted more, but he knew Roan needed to sleep. He probably didn’t sleep all that much anyway with Liam waking up every few hours.
Finally, he forced himself up, then followed Roan into the bathroom, where they both cleaned up. A quick shower made that easy, but not easy enough. Seg willed his dick to chill the fuck out. The promise of sleeping next to Roan was the only thing that really helped.
ROAN WOKE TO THE SUN shining in through his bedroom window. He stretched, then jolted, sitting up abruptly. No way should he be in bed this late. Liam had to be awake, and Roan didn’t know how he wouldn’t have heard him. His gaze swung to the dresser, searching for the baby monitor.
Shit. It wasn’t there. How had he forgotten it?
“Fuck,” he mumbled, grabbing a pair of sweat pants out of the drawer and dragging them up his legs. He took a moment to run to the bathroom, then flung the bedroom door open only to come to an abrupt halt.
There, in his kitchen, was Seg, talking to Liam.
“It’s true, little guy,” Seg said, his back to Roan. “No experience whatsoever. But I think I did well, eh? I will have to invest in a book though. Get a few pointers on how to put that smile on your face more often. Maybe get an instruction manual on this thing, too. What does this button do?”
Seg pushed a button and a musical note played from the bouncer Liam was reclining in.
“I like it,” Seg said, sounding proud of himself.
Roan’s heart was in his throat as he listened to Seg talk to Liam.
He cleared his throat.
“There’s your daddy now,” Seg said, glancing over at him. He must’ve noticed the sheer fear etched on Roan’s face, because Seg stood up straight and stared at him. “I’m sorry. When Liam woke up, you didn’t budge, so I thought I’d hang with him for a while and let you sleep. We managed through the diaper change, and it took a minute, but we got the bottle figured out thanks to the directions on the formula can. I fed him, too. I only did what you did last night, so if there’s something else he needs…”
“No, that’s—” Roan moved closer, glancing down at Liam, who was sitting in his bouncer on the kitchen table. He was smiling as he glanced between the two of them. “I thought I didn’t wake up and he was still crying.”
“I’m sorry,” Seg said softly. “I took the monitor so we wouldn’t wake you. I really didn’t mean to freak you out.”
“No, it’s fine.” Roan glanced at the stove. “Are you … making breakfast?”
Seg smiled. “Bacon, eggs, and toast. Figured since you had it in your fridge, you probably ate it.” He peered back over at Liam. “I hope that’s okay. I put him in this thing so he could see me. Thought maybe if I chatted with him, he’d stay chill.”
“He likes it,” Roan assured him, his head still buzzing from the fact that Colton Seguine was in his kitchen, making breakfast, talking to his son. It felt like a dream. One he hoped he didn’t wake up from.
Knowing Seg was worried thanks to Roan’s reaction, Roan moved over to him and kissed him quickly. “Thank you. I… I haven’t slept like that in a long time.”
“I’m glad to do it. Me and Liam … we’re tight now. He’s been making sure I do everything right. Plus, he puked on me.” Seg’s grin widened. “I thought maybe that was his way of officially accepting me.”
Oddly, the thought of the badass hockey player not freaking out because a baby spit up on him was endearing.
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bsp; Roan’s heart did a slow turn in his chest. The fact that Seg was there, taking care of the baby, making breakfast for the two of them… If Roan wasn’t careful, he was going to fall hard for this guy. It wasn’t that he was purposely holding himself back either. He was scared. Terrified even. Life simply didn’t go that way for him. Sure, he had a job he loved, enough money to do anything he wanted, friends who would be there whenever he needed them, but Roan had never found love. Not the real thing. In fact, not since high school had he even contemplated the idea. He was thirty-four fucking years old.
“Sit,” Seg commanded. “Food’s done. I have to head over to the rink for practice in a bit.”
Roan watched the sexy man in his kitchen. Seg was wearing his slacks, but he was shirtless—probably removed it when Liam spit up on him. There wasn’t a single thing that marred his beautiful body. All sleek, smooth skin covering hard, toned muscle. He was a sight for sore eyes, someone Roan never imagined would be making him breakfast. Yes, his thoughts seemed to be on a repetitive loop, but he couldn’t help it.
“Let me guess,” Seg said as he set the plates on the table. “You didn’t think a hockey player could cook either.”
Roan grinned. He might’ve been thinking that, sure.
“My mother insisted that I know how to cook,” Seg explained. “I think she knew I’d be a long way from home at some point, and if I didn’t know how to cook, I wouldn’t eat.”
“You could always grab food out.”
“And I do. Sometimes. I don’t do fast food. Ever. And since that’s all I have time for most days, I’ve learned how to make my own meals. Of course, I cheat. I’ve got a housekeeper who’s sweet as pie and makes me meals that I can pop in the microwave. Quick and easy. Nothing fancy. Although I make some mean brownies.”
“Good to know.”
Seg sat down in the seat across from Roan. “I have to head out of town tomorrow. We’ve got away games—two in a row. Sunday, then Tuesday. But then I’ll be back for the game here on Thursday. Wondered if maybe the three of us could do something next weekend.”
“The three of us?” Roan glanced at Liam, noticing the baby was gnawing on his fist, staring at Seg.
“I know he’s not up for miniature golf or anything like that, but surely there’s something we can do. That or I’m happy to come over here. Of course, the two of you could come to my place.”
Roan swallowed hard. He wanted to do all of those things with Seg. Again, fear inched its way into his veins.
Seg reached over and touched his hand. “If I’m moving too fast, say something, Roan. Don’t leave me hanging and don’t run. I want this. I want you. Just give me a chance.”
“You’re willing to go out in public?” Roan asked, picking up his fork.
Seg shrugged. “I’m not going to think too hard on it.”
Roan appreciated that Seg was willing to go that far for him, but he didn’t want to put the man in that position. “It might be easier for you to come here,” he mentioned. “Or we’ll come to you.”
Seg smiled. “Thank you.”
And just like that, Roan found himself wondering if this was what a relationship felt like.
Fifteen
One week later…
SEG’S FOCUS WAS SPOT ON.
He didn’t know what it was, but he was driven in a way he’d never been before. Maybe it was because Roan had texted before the game and told him good luck. That had sent a strange sensation soaring through his entire body, one that was still there, still coursing in his veins. It was similar to the feeling he’d gotten when he made his first goal in the NHL.
“How’s the finger?” Coach asked when Seg took the bench.
“Fine.” He hadn’t thought about it once. The trainer had wrapped it before he’d gloved-up, and that probably helped immensely.
“Keep it up, Seg.”
He nodded, watching the play on the ice, thankful for short shifts because he wanted to be back out there. His muscles hummed with adrenaline; his need to get to his feet was powerful. But he kept his ass glued to the bench, watching, waiting.
He briefly wondered if Liam was wearing his jersey tonight. He knew that Roan would be watching the game at home because he’d told him he would. So, Seg had gotten online and ordered Liam a jersey—he’d been surprised to find someone who made them that small—and had it rush delivered so Liam would have it tonight. Of course, he hadn’t been able to resist ordering one for Roan, wanting the man to be wearing his name, too.
It was surprising how much Seg missed Liam and Roan. He wished the team was playing at home so he’d be able to go see them tonight. He hadn’t seen them since last Friday morning and now he wanted to more than anything.
“Kaufman, Benne, Valeri,” the assistant coach called from behind him. “Seg and Crosby.”
Seg was up on his skates and out on the ice in a flash, trading places with the other defenseman like they’d choreographed it. He managed to get in position in front of Kingston, gearing up to keep Chicago’s forwards from getting close enough to get a goal. He loved this shit, had since he was a little boy. His dad used to take him out to the pond to play, ever since he was big enough to put on skates.
He was pretty sure that pond was the reason his parents had bought the house. Since his father played—as a hobby—he imagined it had been a huge draw. Growing up, Seg remembered being out there for hours, having fun, enjoying the time he spent with his father.
His love for the game had started then, and his parents had been supportive. He’d known from the beginning that he wanted to play professionally. At this point in his life, hockey was the only thing he knew.
“Play it,” Spencer Kaufman, a.k.a. Optimus, called out to their goalie, Kingston Rush, who had slipped behind the net to grab the puck.
With Chicago’s right wing barreling down on him, Seg shot to the corner boards as Mt. Rushmore tapped the puck toward him. A brief scuffle ensued as he tried to get the puck after getting plowed in the back. He caught a glimpse of Optimus, waiting. He got his stick on the biscuit, then shot it right to the captain, shoving the player off of him as he turned.
He put on some speed, chasing his teammates toward the opposite end of the ice. Optimus passed to Benne, who passed to Mattias. Optimus got control, moving down the ice at a blurring speed. While the opposing team’s defense was distracted, Seg took the opportunity to move in closer to the goal. Optimus passed to Benne. In a fraction of a second, Seg made eye contact with Benne, who fired the puck toward him.
Seg shifted, turned, shot.
Goal!
Rather than go out to the bar after the game, Seg went straight to his room. He was bunking with Cullen Crosby, as he usually did, which meant he would likely have the room to himself for most of the night. Cullen was known to hang with friends wherever he went. The man didn’t usually hook up with puck bunnies, choosing to stay unattached for whatever reason. Seg didn’t mind the fact that he would be alone tonight though.
After taking a long shower, Seg pulled on some sweats, then grabbed his cell phone and crawled onto the bed. He propped himself up on pillows as he unlocked his phone.
His heart nearly pounded out of his chest when he noticed a text from Roan. He clicked on the picture of Liam, enlarging it so he could see it better. He laughed, seeing the baby wearing his jersey, all but buried in all that material.
Roan: He rooted for you the whole time. Thanks for the jersey, by the way. I’m sure he’ll grow into it.
Seg wanted to make the picture his screen saver, but he thought better of it at the last second. As high as he was on life right now, he knew he had to be careful. It would be so easy for him to let his guard down when it came to Roan and Liam. Part of him didn’t care if the world figured it out, but he knew that wouldn’t be in his best interest. If he wanted something lasting with Roan, he had to do this the right way.
And yes, even as new as this thing was between them, Seg had already considered having a chat with the team’
s owner, Phoenix Pierce. It wasn’t a secret that Phoenix was bisexual and that he was in a permanent relationship with both a man and a woman. In fact, the three of them had even had a wedding, which had been the talk of the sports world at one time.
If Seg intended to come out—which he was still on the fence about—he knew he would have to do it a certain way. Talking to the team’s owner was the first step.
Well, technically, there was one other person he had to talk to first. The most important woman in his life deserved to be the first—well, technically third at this point—to know.
Before he could respond to Roan, his cell phone rang, his mother’s phone number popping up on the screen.
“Hey, Ma,” he greeted, leaning back on the pillows. Sometimes he wondered if they had some sort of psychic link. She always seemed to know when he was thinking of her.
“Seggy! You were amazing!”
He chuckled. Yeah, she always said that. “Thanks.”
“Marjorie came over again. You’d think that woman would learn.” His mother giggled. “She was not impressed that I wasn’t having a bout of insanity all the other times. I think she knows it’s permanent, so I really doubt she’ll be back to watch another game.”
She said that almost every time, too, yet Marjorie came over and watched every single game. It helped that Marjorie lived right next door to his mother.
“Ma, you’re going to drive that poor woman to drink.”
“Maybe. So, how are you? Are you feeling better than the last time I talked to you?”
“Yeah.” It was the truth. He’d been preparing himself for this conversation. “Ma, you mentioned coming down.”
“Yes.”
“I’d like you to do so. Soon. I need to talk to you about something, and I don’t want to do it over the phone.”
“Just tell me when, honey. I’ll be packed and ready to go. Just make sure I get tickets to the home games while I’m there.”
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