Harmless(55)

Half an hour later, Seg had put Liam in his bed, and Roan had chicken Alfredo spooned onto plates.

"So, what's it like being on the road?" Roan probed, curious as to the life of a hockey player.

"It's not glamorous, that's for sure," Seg told him, picking up his fork. "Not when you consider all the gear that has to be taken as well as all of the assistance that's needed to haul it."

Roan smiled. "So, not the lifestyle of the rich and famous travel? No jets with leather seats and cocktail bars?"

Seg chewed before responding. "Unfortunately, no. Lots of sweaty guys who were tired on the last trip and hadn't yet caught up on sleep."

"You mentioned you had a roommate?"

"Yeah." Seg picked up his water glass. "Cullen Crosby. Nice guy. Quiet. Keeps to himself mostly and doesn't spend much time in the room."

"That probably helps."

Seg grinned. "I sleep like the dead, so I never know when he's coming or going."

"Funny, you don't sleep all that much when I'm with you."

Seg's eyes heated. "That's because I've got more important things to do than sleep."

When they were finished, Seg insisted on cleaning up, which again surprised Roan. He didn't argue, simply carried their dishes from the table to the sink while Seg rinsed them and stuck them in the dishwasher. Once all the domestic duties were handled, Roan's nerves began to riot. As though he hadn't been intimate with this man plenty of times already.

Naturally, he didn't get a lot of time to dwell on anything, because Seg was right there, invading his personal space, pulling him in close, and crushing their mouths together.

Roan grabbed Seg's shirt, jerking him closer, giving in to the overwhelming desire that'd been on a slow simmer inside him since he first saw Seg in the marina office. He took them both down to the couch, landing on top of Seg before rolling to the side, keeping one leg over Seg's thigh. Hands were everywhere, touching, holding, trying to get closer, but still it wasn't enough.




 

 

Finally, needing to take a breath, Roan lifted his head and stared down at the blond man who looked so damn good laid out beneath him. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me, too." Seg's hand trailed down Roan's face.

It was a gentle move that had Roan's body doing strange things. He liked that Seg was so loving. It wasn't all about domination. About hard and fast and no holds barred. It was as though Seg could see deep into his soul, knew what Roan needed, the assurance he sought.

He couldn't resist kissing him again, but this time, Roan reduced the rapid boil to a slow simmer once again, wanting this to last forever. He'd never been the type to make out on the couch, but he was good with this. Sure, he wanted more. He wanted to strip Seg down to nothing but sleek, warm skin and ravish him from head to toe, but this worked, too.

Or it had. For about ten minutes. At that point, Roan's dick was so fucking hard it hurt. He needed more.

A lot more.





Seventeen

SEG NOTICED THE SUBTLE SHIFT in the air around him. The way Roan went from pliant to hard in an instant. The man was holding back, that was obvious. Seg liked that he could, but yeah, after a solid week of being away from Roan, he was ready to eat him alive.

Somehow-though he wasn't sure exactly how it happened-their clothes finally disappeared, strewn across the floor around them while they remained on the couch, Roan still atop him. Seg didn't want to let him go, didn't want to stop touching, stop kissing. The warmth of his body was a welcoming comfort he hadn't realized he'd needed until now. It was like he could feel for the first time in his life. Well, it was like that every time he was with Roan really. There was tremendous pressure inside him, a need that continued to gain strength with every passing second.

"Don't move," Roan groaned.

Seg released him when Roan pulled away, getting to his feet and padding naked down the hall. He returned a second later with a condom and lube, making Seg smile. Glad it'd been Roan who had to temporarily pull the plug. Had it been Seg, he wouldn't have had the strength to get up.

When Roan was near him again, Seg pulled him down, sliding his hands over Roan's back, his ass, his thighs. He pulled him closer, never getting as close as he wanted though.

He could feel Roan's hand working between them. He didn't pay enough attention but figured Roan was suiting up, ready to get on with the program. Seg was on board with that plan.

When Roan kneed his legs apart, then propped Seg's left leg over his forearm, he knew what was coming. He pulled back enough to watch as Roan guided his cock to Seg's tight entrance. 

"Not sure how easy I can be this time." Roan's admittance sounded more like a warning.

Seg nodded, completely entranced by the sight of Roan guiding himself home.