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They all leave, blowing kisses and shooting smiles our way before the door closes with a loud click behind them, and I turn to my boyfriend, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Finally.”

He chuckles. “We had sex this morning in the bed we’ve been sharing.”

I roll my eyes at his nonchalance. “But we can have sex here and be as noisy as we want.”

“What a way to introduce ourselves to our new teammates,” he jokes, but he’s already removing his clothes. Something I’m all too happy to step back and watch.

“They might as well get used to it,” I say, pulling my shirt off and unbuttoning my jeans. “I can’t get enough of my boyfriend.”

He noticeably shivers. His hard cock, bare and on display for me, twitches excitedly.

“Oh, you like being called my boyfriend, huh?”

“You’ve been calling me that for a while now.” He tries to play it cool, but when I’m fully naked, I approach him, letting my lips linger on the shell of his ear as our skin comes into contact pretty much everywhere else. “Sit on the bed, boyfriend. I want to take care of you.”

Another shiver races through him, and I can feel him tremble as he does what I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. I kneel down on the cold tile floor and waste no time taking him into my mouth. I relax my throat, having had lots of practice with this monster now. I barely even gag when it hits the back of my throat. I suck on him for a while. Only giving him a teasing amount of suction as I use my own saliva that’s been dripping down his full balls to his hole to slowly finger him open.

“Yes,” he pants, his fingers clenched in the bedding we just put on the small mattress.

I move down over his balls, stroking him with my hand as I move to his hole. His whole body goes rigid after the first stroke over his puckered entrance, on full alert.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice shaky.

“Taking care of you,” I answer, letting my tongue sweep over his hole again, making his thighs shake and his fingers clutch even tighter.

“Fuck. Okay,” he pants and I smile before diving in. Going for the kill. Swirling my tongue over his hole and pressing inside, eating him out and moaning against him because he’s fucking delicious.

He’s mumbling and chanting my name. I feel like a king, making him feel this good. I stroke him, ready to send him over when he reaches for me, pulling me up with surprising strength. “Inside. Me. Now.” He barely gets the words out, and as badly as I wanted him to come with my tongue in his ass and my hand on his cock, I want this even more.

I grab the lube and slick up my dick before pushing into him with one, sure stroke. We both groan loudly, and I don’t bother covering his mouth with my hand because like I said, they might as well get used to it.

We didn’t hide in Big Bend. No way in hell we’re going to hide in Manhattan City.

I push into him over and over until we’re both sweaty, hot messes, but then suddenly, it’s just not enough. “Fuck me,” I gasp.

He laughs, my dick still inside him. “Kind of greedy, huh?”

“Yes.” I don’t argue, I just pull out of him and grab the lube, reaching behind myself to finger my hole, stretching myself hastily but not caring about the pain. I just need him inside me.

His hands slide over my hips and then up over my abs, brushing softly before reaching for my dick and stroking it slowly.

“Oh fuck. So good. Yes,” I say as I ride my own fingers and push into his hand. I can’t take it anymore, quickly lubing up his hard shaft and then placing it at my entrance.

I slide down on his cock, breathing through it and letting him fill me. When he’s fully inside, I lean forward and kiss him hard before sitting back up and riding him until we can’t kiss or talk or do anything but feel.

I come first, spraying my load all over his stomach, and he comes soon after, filling me up and making me impossibly full.

Satisfied and happy.

He may not have seen this coming, but I knew from the minute I saw him, this was inevitable.

epilogue

CALVIN

One Year Later . . .

“I can’t believe we’re really back here,” I say, breathing warm air onto my gloved hands because it’s October, and that can either mean it’s 100 degrees or close to snowing, like it is tonight when you live in Kansas.