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I hum with my lips still around his base, then slide them to the top. "I'll take that as a yes," I say, twisting my fist around his length.

I suck on his tip as I pump my hand up and down, and he grinds out my name.

Smiling, I pop off. "That too."

Jace forces out some resemblance of a chuckle, his chest heaving as he sucks in air.

I put him fully in my mouth again, and when my fingers stroke that one spot underneath, he reaches for my shoulder and yanks me up.

"In," he says, his eyes flicking to the stream.

I step inside the shower, and goosebumps immediately spread across my skin as the hot water bounces off of it. I take one careful stride toward the back wall, and when I turn around, Jace is already flush against me.

"I want you in those seats every game," he says, weaving his hand into my hair, water cascading over his shoulders.

"Dylan too?" The joke slips from my lips as my nipples reach for him.

"Honestly?" he asks, tugging gently at my roots. "I don't really give a shit who's next to you."

My breath hitches, and I press my hips to his.

"I just want you—in my jersey—sitting right in front." His cock twitches between us, and my pussy clenches in response. "Close."

"Okay," I mutter, wrapping my arms around his back. That deep ache pools low below my belly button as Jace runs his finger up my center.

"Yeah?"

The thought settles heavy in my chest.

Close.

Like two otters floating in open water—hands locked together so the current can't pull them apart quite yet.

"Yes," I breathe. For as long as I'm here. "Of course."

With that, he flips me around, and I instantly brace myself against the wall.

Jace leans over me, brushing my hair aside to dip his lips inside the crook of my neck. He reaches his arm around my back and slides his hand between my thighs.

I push my ass back into him, and he groans as he twists two fingers inside me.

"Jace," I cry, one hand slipping down the damp tile wall.

He wraps his other arm around my chest, palming me as he pulls me back into him, his cock throbbing between us.

He taunts me as his fingers slowly circle my clit, and my head falls back onto the solid muscle behind me.

I reach up and hook my hand behind his neck, pulling him to me as I grind back into him.

Jace rolls one peak between his fingers, his others picking up speed between my thighs.

"Fuck, Lenny. I missed you so much," he says, his chin dropping onto my shoulder as he grows harder against my back.

My chest and pussy tighten simultaneously, his touch and his words working together.

I know Jace doesn't mean that he's missed me since the field. Or since last night for that matter.

I know because I know him.