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The coiled pressure at the base of my spine unwinds with brutal force. I meet his rhythm with jerked thrusts, spilling inside him.

“F-fuck—holy—fuuuck,” he chokes.

He almost skins my cheek in his grip, his ass keeping my cock hostage with each clench as he pulses in my hand, spurts of cum covering my stomach.

It takes a few minutes for our breathing to even out just a little, and he slowly lifts enough for me to pull out. I expect him to jump off the bed and head for the shower without a word, but the opposite happens. He wraps his arms around my neck, burying his face.

Three days without this man is criminal.

I wrap my arms around him, stroking his sweaty hair and back. “I’ve got you, baby.”

Like I thought: a temporary pause.

His back shakes a little, and my heart clenches at the feel of his strained body beneath my fingers.

“Baby.” I kiss his head. “Just let it out.”

“Men don’t cry.”

I glare at the ceiling. “Let me guess? Your dad tried to brainwash you with that bullshit?” His breaths fracture against my neck, but he still refuses to let the sob free. “Rome, it’s me. If you need to cry, then cry. If you want to scream, then scream. I’ll never judge you for that. I only wish for you to come to me so you aren’t doing it alone.”

His grip around my neck tightens, and he finally allows the sob to break free.

Nude, vulnerable and raw. I’m so fucking proud of him.

Tears burn my eyes when he lets out a pained scream. I hold him closer…tighter.

Chapter thirty-seven

ROME

Ilift my pounding head and open my swollen eyes, bearing witness to the softest smile. “Hey, baby.”

“D-did I fall asleep?”

Rain watches his finger trail down my nose. “Yeah.”

I cried on him so hard, I passed out? All the while my cum was covering us both?

His finger moves to circle the warm skin of my cheek, his other hand trailing down my spine tentatively. I’ve begun to crave the way his dark eyes brighten when he looks at me, the way he leaves no doubt to his admiration.

“You’re wearing your ring,” he whispers.

“I, um—is it weird that I put it on?”

“I’m glad you did.” His infectious smile falls, and my stomach rolls.

Every doubtful thought I’ve had over the last twenty-four hours creeps back in and overshadows the look that was ruling his gaze. He’s embarrassed about the video, just as I felt my coach was when he ordered me home from training and forced me to take the week off to sort out my personal life.

“I understand the possible reaction to what I’m about to say.” He keeps firm eye contact that has me wanting to remove myself from on top of him.

“Okay?”

“I killed Connor two hours ago.”

My lips part. Connor’s dead?

I sat in bed last night staring at the wall for hours, wanting to blame Rain for Connor posting that video. Of course, I couldn’t. He told me to stop seeing Connor, but I was planning to do just that before Rain entered my life. It was only a matter of time before Connor posted it. The part I’m complete shock over…is that part of me is happy Connor’s dead.