Keeping Kyle: A Hockey Allies Bachelor Bid MM Romance #3 (Hockey Allies Bachelor Bid Series)

by Jeff Adams

  She pivoted to the safer topic of what I did for work.

  I loved meeting his Mom. He’d been right, very low stress—even as she picked on him a bit. As we left, I really wanted to get to the point that I could call her Mamma P.

  Nineteen

  Kyle

  “Should I have called you boyfriend earlier?” I dropped the question while I served up the lasagna. Austin assembled small salads since I had some makings in the fridge, and I probably just made the whole thing awkward. “I wasn’t sure. We were talking about guys I’d brought home and that usually means boyfriend but—”

  “It was fine.” He looked at me, pausing his dicing. I quietly let out a breath of relief. “You could if you wanted to though.”

  I reached out for his hand, taking it in mine. He squeezed once and my insides got all fluttery at the show of affection. The fluttering happened a lot lately, sometimes just thinking about him could induce the feeling.

  “We could make it official?” I got my phone off the counter. “It can be a twofer—I can call you my boyfriend, and Bobby can be jealous I’ve got lasagna and he doesn’t.”

  “An announcement with a side of brotherly harassment. I like it.”

  We positioned ourselves so we were close. I held the phone out while Austin held up a plate of food. Once we settled on the perfect look, we smiled and I snapped the picture.

  He looked brilliant—bright eyes, sweet smile. We appeared much more relaxed than we had at the auction.

  I showed him the pic.

  “Damn. We’re a good-looking couple.”

  We burst out laughing.

  “We are kind of cute,” I said once we settled down. “Do you want me to tag you?”

  “Go for it, and then I’ll repost too. Might as well do it at the same time.”

  I typed, the right words coming easily. Austin and me about to eat Mom’s famous lasagna. That’s right, Bobby, I got a pan of lasagna and you didn’t. Tell Seb I’m sorry you guys aren’t eating as well as we are. #bejealousbrother #mealwiththeboyfriend #momhomecooking

  I tagged Austin in the photo. I didn’t tag Bobby or Seb. I wanted them to stumble onto it because it’d be all the sweeter.

  “Alright. It’s out there. I’ll bring the food to the couch while you do the repost.”

  He started on his post as I carried plates. Meeting Mom and announcing on Insta. That was a double whammy. I hoped it wasn’t too fast. Or that I’d made a bad choice. I liked him so much. Still, many things could go wrong. For now, I wanted to enjoy it though.

  He turned his phone to me when I got back. Got to meet the boyfriend’s mom today. She gifted him with homemade food. It’s a great date night. #meettheparents #mealwiththeboyfriend #momhomecooking

  “Nice.”

  “I borrowed a couple hashtags. I hope that’s okay.”

  “Of course.”

  He put his phone next to mine on the counter. My only reaction, which I wasn’t sure he saw, was to smile. I grabbed a couple beers from the fridge, and we padded into the living room. We’d both ditched out shoes when we’d gotten here, and Austin had hung up his sport coat along with his overcoat.

  “Cheers. Thanks for a wonderful day.” Austin held out his bottle and I clanked mine against it.

  “You’re welcome. It’s been great.”

  We drank and then attacked the food.

  “My God,” Austin said, “you didn’t do this justice. It’s incredible.”

  He immediately took another bite.

  “It’s difficult to savor. I have to pace myself because it’s so yummy I just want to devour it.”

  With the good food, talking took a back seat. I enjoyed stealing glances as Austin ate. I swear, even though I’d picked him up hours ago, he continued to relax more. It made me comfortable that he was so comfortable, neither of us tiptoeing around each other. At least the immediate aftermath of labeling our relationship wasn’t regret.

  After two helpings, which was about half the tray, we called dinner done. As we put things away and cleaned up the kitchen, my phone vibrated with a text from G.

  “This is either going to be congrats or giving me hell.” I held the phone between us so we could read.

  Congrats. Loved that post so much. And it’s not nice to taunt Bobby like that.

  I sent back a heart emoji and one with its tongue stuck out. I tapped over to check Insta.

  Austin checked his too. “Wow. So many likes and nice messages.”

  “Me too, from teammates, fans, and Mom, although she also told me not to harass Bobby. He’s yet to weight in.”

  I expected at least a few angry remarks. I wasn’t the only one with a boyfriend on the team, but every time Greg posted pics with his man, he heard from a few haters. He ignored and block those people—no muss no fuss—and I’d follow his example.

  Simultaneously, we checked the side switch to make sure the phones were silent before we put them back on the counter face down. Without a word, we headed back to the couch, as if we had a routine.

  I liked it. I wanted it. Could I keep it though?

  We settled on the couch—me in the corner and Austin next to me. Our legs touched. I leaned forward to grab the remote, but as I sat back, he took it from me. I shot him a questioning look.

  “There’s something…”

  Had I done something wrong? Crap. The look on his face said he had something urgent. What changed from when we were in the kitchen?

  “I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.” Austin pivoted so one leg was folded on the couch and he could look directly at me. “I’d—”

  I moved quickly so I wouldn’t overthink. Drawing close to him, I crashed my lips into his. Instincts told me he wanted it, and my God, yes, I wanted it. For a moment, he seemed stunned but then he kissed back. The remote thudded as it hit the floor when he dropped it.

  I pulled back just enough to look at him. The loopy grin told me I’d made the right choice.

  “Yes. That. That’s what I wanted.”

  We leaned into each other and touched foreheads.

  “I’m glad I picked right. You had me worried for a minute.”

  Austin put his hand on my shoulder and he quaked. I took his other hand in mine.

  “I would tell you not to be nervous, but I am too.” I guided the shaking hand I had and placed it over my heart. “Feel it? It’s about to pound out of my chest. Reminds me of how it thumps when I do suicide sprints.”

  Austin’s shudders lessened. He planted the softest kiss on my lips, just barely pressing them together.

  So gentle. So caring.

  A shiver shot through me. He had to have felt that. My excitement hit an embarrassing peak. Austin responded by kissing me more. I moved my lips against his, matching his gentleness.

  After a moment, I upped the intensity, running my tongue along his lips, which he parted ever so slightly to nibble at my tongue. Pleasure pulsed through me, exceeding anything I’d experienced with anyone else.

  Sure, I was horny. It’d been months since I’d had anything other than porn and my hand. This was far more. The feeling of desire and that this was right had built in strength since Vegas. It showed no signs of stopping. Was this what Bobby and Seb felt?

  I hesitated to take charge. Austin needed to be comfortable and enjoy this as much as I did.

  “I know how jittery you are.” Talking was the best way to sort it out, even though it might kill the mood. “We can pause, stop, whenever you need to.”

  “I feel like a freaking teenager.” I liked that Austin sounded more amused than upset.

  “It’s okay. Believe me, there’s a fleet of butterflies flying around inside me right now. Let’s just see where this goes.”

  No date ever felt as romantic as this one did, and we hadn’t even called this a date—but maybe it was.

  When Austin had shown up in Vegas, I’d gotten all swoony. Since that night, we could’ve become characters in one of the romances I read sometimes.

  I
couldn’t believe we were making out on my couch.

  Austin’s teenager remark was so much the opposite of his confident business persona. I’d seen him withdraw sometimes in crowds, like how skittish he’d sometimes gotten during the gallery opening.

  Slow proved to be good for us though. I’d never spent so much time kissing—usually there was a hurry to get off. I didn’t feel that, and I don’t think he did either.

  I pulled him gently toward me, and I adjusted so I leaned back and he could press into me. We never broke the kissing—he instinctively knew where he needed to go. He even rose up a bit so I could get my legs under him. I lay on the couch and he stretched over top of me.

  He took more control, exploring my mouth and moaning with each breath. The noises spurred me on. He eagerly sucked my tongue while I ran my hands over his back. I untucked his dress shirt so I could touch his skin, which yielded more enthusiastic groans.

  As he writhed on top of my pinned body, my cock throbbed. I still wore sweats and the tent would be obvious. Could he feel the hardness?

  How far did he want to take this? Every kiss made me want to strip both of us. Stealing a look, I found his eyes closed. He seemed lost in the pleasure. This would be so much better if we had room to move.

  I pushed him ever so gently.

  “Everything okay?” Concern filled his voice while his eyes were a little glazed over; pleasure had done the same to me, I was sure. I’d never felt so wanted. He looked like he’d devour me if I let him.

  “Oh yeah. I thought we could move to the bedroom so we could get more comfortable.”

  He nodded and stood, offering me a hand up.

  A hiss of pleasure escaped me as Austin brazenly cupped my cock and balls gently once I was next to him. The provocative move was out of character and damn sexy.

  “Damn. That’s a helluva bulge.”

  I returned the gesture. His cock couldn’t hide from my deliberate touch. “You’re packing something pretty sizeable yourself.” I grabbed his hand and navigated us around the coffee table. “Come on. Computer, turn on the light.”

  A soft tone sounded as the bedside table added some soft light to the room.

  “Oh my God, that was totally geeky. You renamed your voice assistant for Star Trek.”

  “I did.” I proudly let my Trekkie flag fly. “Why call it some made up name when I can do something I’ve wanted to do since I was a kid? I was a Next Gen, DS9, Voyager fanatic in middle school and high school. I ate those re-runs up. It’s still one of my favorite things to have on in the background.”

  I pulled off my sweatshirt, and I thought Austin might start to pant. He ran his tongue over his lips. I tossed the shirt on the bench at the end of the bed.

  “I’ve wanted to see this again so bad. I didn’t think it’d happen so soon.” He ran a hand though his hair, ruffling it in a totally cute way. “You look amazing.”

  I fought the urge to shrug since I should just accept the compliment. I looked okay—a regular fit guy. “Again?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded. “You changed shirts in the locker room today.”

  I hadn’t even registered that. The locker room to me is all business. At least he liked what he saw.

  He came forward and ran his hand over my chest. I shuddered to my very core.

  “Should I lose these too?” I put my hands on the waistband of the sweats.

  Austin nodded quickly. “Please.” His voice broke. The slight squeak proved sexier than the moans, making my cock ache to be free.

  I lost the sweats and briefs at the same time, letting them stay on the floor. I stepped out of them and closed more of the space between us. He stared at my cock sticking straight out.

  “Oh wow,” he said softly.

  Twenty

  Austin

  We stared at each other, the soft lighting playing off Kyle’s eyes and casting shadows over parts of his amazing body. I’d dreamed about what he might look like, but the real thing far exceeded anything I’d come up with. His expression of desire had me frozen in place. I wanted to touch, but I didn’t quite know how to proceed.

  Kyle let me take my time. Stripping seemed a good way forward, but a kind of scary one too. I didn’t have his build. Hell, I didn’t have his anything. I didn’t work out much either—mostly because I forgot to—so I was only saved by the fact I didn’t eat a lot—again because I’d forget to.

  Unbuttoning my shirt was a good start. I wished I hadn’t worn a t-shirt under it because it was just one more layer I had to deal with. The most terrifying one too since my chest and abs couldn’t compete with Kyle’s.

  He never moved his hungry gaze off me.

  My shoes didn’t behave. I couldn’t get them toed off.

  Damnit.

  Now I looked like a klutz.

  I grabbed at the shoes and pulled them off, looking a bit like a spazzy flamingo while I did it. I kept the socks on to match Kyle.

  Down to just jeans and boxers, I stopped short of popping the button.

  “If this is too fast or too much, we can stop,” Kyle said in a soft voice.

  So sweet. He’s clearly ready—that thick cock sticking out in front—yet he allowed me to go at my own pace.

  “No. I want to. Just stupid flashbacks in my head. The jock and the nerd. My high school self is saying this can’t end well.”

  Kyle stepped forwarded. “Let me show you how nice some jocks can be.”

  He dropped to his knees in front of me, moved my hands aside, and opened my jeans, kissing along my waist as he did it. The only response I had was to hum.

  After a moment, I allowed myself to run my hands through his hair, which was so soft.

  “You’re one of the sexiest nerds I’ve ever seen.” He looked up and held my attention as he slipped my pants down. The gentleness was an extension of this kindness I always witnessed from him—except of course for his ferocity on the ice.

  With my dick free, he teased along the shaft with the tip of his tongue. My body threatened to vibrate apart. So much pleasure from the slightest touch.

  “Hmmm. I think you liked that.” He repeated the move in the opposite direction. “Yup. You definitely did.”

  “Please come up here and kiss me.” I never sounded like that—a whispered growl. He had me so blissed out, it affected every part of me.

  Despite the sensations Kyle provided, I needed his mouth on mine. I pulled on his shoulders and he relented.

  I wrapped us in a hug and hungrily kissed him. Kyle seemed okay with me setting the pace, so I tamped the nervousness down and went for it. Pressed close, our cocks slid together and the electrifying jolts resulted in stars flashing before my eyes.

  Kyle’s tight body moved under my hands as he explored me. Every place we touched, sparked, pinpoints of pleasure popping along the surface.

  As much I loved his mouth on mine, I was ready to taste more of him. I disengaged carefully from the kiss and lowered myself, running my lips down his chin, neck, and to his chest. I darted over to suck on a nipple and got the reward of a full body shiver.

  I noted that for future reference.

  After spending a few moments nibbling and sucking his nip, I continued down until his cock stood before me. Fighting against my overall nervousness, I ran my tongue over his rigid shaft. That got the loudest moan so far, and I hoped Kyle’s neighbors couldn’t hear. The moan was also a good “fuck off” to that niggling worry that I didn’t know what I was doing.

  I wanted so much more of Kyle—more in ways I couldn’t even define. He had a fire in his eyes when I looked at him. He watched me taste all of him and that fueled me on.

  Did I love this guy? Maybe. Nothing else had ever inspired me to try and change up my habits.

  “Can I…”

  I didn’t stop my oral exploration of his cock and balls even as he tried to speak.

  “I… Give me…”

  Kyle Pressgrove had been rendered speechless by me. An inexperienced tech geek.

 
; He ran his hand through my hair, mirroring what I’d done to him, before nudging me off his cock.

  “Awwww.” I looked up with a sad face.

  “Austin.” His breaths were ragged. “I need your dick.” I sucked for a brief moment on the head of his. “Please.” He stretched that word out, though I made his voice crack when I licked one of his balls. “Come on. No fair.”

  “Totally fair.” Where had this take-charge guy emerged from? This unknown side of me needed to show up more often away from the office—able to be playful, taking what I wanted, and not freaking out. “I’m busy here.”

  “I want to be busy too. You’re making me feel insanely good, and I want to get in on the fun. Your—” I sucked him all the way down, and he swallowed some words. “Your cock needs me,” he said when I released him.

  “If you put it that way, I suppose I can’t really deny you.”

  I stood and admired his body all over again. His eyes heated me—not in an embarrassed way. Not at all. Feeling wanted by him seared my very soul.

  Kyle stole some kisses before laying us down on the bed. He positioned himself so we could work on each other.

  I returned to my exploring. My lips appreciated the textures of the skin pulled tight on his hard shaft. When I hit a sensitive spot that made him throb, I noted it on the mental map I was making of Kyle’s body.

  Touching his balls in any way got an immediate reaction. He moaned, which sent intense vibrations up my shaft.

  How crazy could I make him? Caressing his flesh gently, moving the fine hairs over his skin, and getting my lips and tongue in on the action only made me hornier. My cock pulsed in his mouth, and every time it did, he sucked me to the very back of his throat. I fought to keep his cock in my mouth rather than allow it to slip out.

  Teasing Kyle’s balls really got his attention—the more I did it, the more he shuddered. His breaths came in shorter bursts. Could I get him to come while only doing this?

  Running two fingers over his ballsac made his cock jump. I added my tongue to the mix and it pulled his focus away from my cock. He stopped sucking, but kept it in his mouth and moaned—the vibrations making incredible sensations against me.