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“They know,” he states, but I can hear a little tiny question in there and freeze on my way to the bathroom, turning around to face him as he sits nervously on my bed.

I walk toward him slowly. “It’s okay. I promise. They don’t care.”

He looks pale again, his lips a little parted as he sits with it. “Okay,” he says shakily.

I kneel down in front of him, putting my hand on his knee. “I swear to you. It changes nothing. Jenna has known probably the whole time and hasn’t said a word. Micah is slow but kind of caught on because apparently,, you’re a bit of a vampire in bed.” I pull down the collar of my shirt to show off his work.

His eyes widen comically, looking at it, and then his eyes meet mine, heat and mirth playing in those beautiful orbs. “Oh shit.”

I grin and stand up, letting my shirt fall back into place. “It’s not a big deal. Really. Jenna loves it. I can tell. She’s all giddy and shit.”

He snorts a laugh, and goddamn, I will never tire of that. “And Coach?”

“He’ll be fine with it. Though I’m sure I’ll get a lecture about not fucking with the team dynamic.”

He still looks worried but maybe a little less so now. “Go shower.”

I smile at him, winking before I walk out and go do just that.

So much has changed in the last twenty-four hours. I could sit around and worry about it all falling apart, but I refuse to do that.

They’re all steps toward what I so desperately want.

Baby steps.

But they count.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

calvin

The next two weeks go smoothly. I’m on edge, waiting for something to go wrong, but nothing has.

We’ve won all our games so far this season. I’ve spent all my free time with Jonah, and nothing has gone wrong.

But it’s always kind of there. Something has to happen. Something bad. We’ve camped out the last two Fridays, even though it’s actually starting to get really fucking cold. But I haven’t been able to fool around with him at his house.

Knowing Jenna and Micah know. I know he’s right, and they’re totally fine with it, but I still can’t get past that block.

That is until today, apparently.

I watched him secretly all day. Pining for him. For his kiss. For his body. For him to fill me so fully again.

It’s all consuming.

So as soon as we got to his house after practice today, I was all over him. He thankfully locked the door before we tore our clothes off and found our way over to the bed. He slicked himself up and used his fingers to open my body like he’s done a few times before now.

When he pushed inside me, blanketing my back with his firm, hot body, I nearly came right then and there on his sheets. But I hold on as he slams into me, holding onto my hips from behind as he pushes his hard cock into me over and over, driving me wild.

We’re being too loud. I’m sure we have to be, even though we both are holding back. I press my face into his pillow and groan at the distinctive scent of him as he owns me.

I reach between my body and his bed, wrapping a hand around my cock and jerking myself, aiming for that sweet release.

“You sure the door is locked?” I ask, muffled into the pillow.

“It’s locked. I promise. The girls have the TV up loud. Jenna is outside reading. We’re good.” He slams into my me, hitting my prostate and making me clench around him, my balls drawing up tight as his fingers dig into my hips. “So fucking good.”

I nod my head absently, still jerking my cock as I push back against him until finally, I come, and he follows me over, not even two strokes later, milking the last of his cum before he slowly pulls out and lies down flat on his back on the bed next to me.