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Though Cade didn’t make it, I couldn’t very well be disappointed.

Because as he erupted, his warm release spread over the both of us, only adding to the slick, wetness of his saliva.

I thrust my hips madly against him until I too came with a force that had my vision going white. Instinctively, I grabbed onto Cade, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulled him to me for a deep, passionate kiss as he let go. The motion as he leaned down trailed a mixed mess of cum along both of our stomaches, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my legs around his hips, thrusting against his softening, wet cock, and I knew nothing would ever be the same again.

CHAPTER 33

Cade

I awoke on my couch to the sound of a ringtone I certainly didn’t recognize.

I blinked, taking in my surroundings. Weston slept soundly beside me on the couch, under one of the many blankets. The phone vibrated and sounded against the table, and I realized it was his phone.

“Wes,” I groaned as I reached for the phone, tossing it to him.

He roused, grabbing the phone as he groggily answered me.

“Cade, what...” Then his entire body stiffened as he answered.

“Yes?” His voice had gone from lazy in the morning, to serious and commanding again.

Work calls, obviously.

I swung my legs over the couch, my morning erection aching and full. I needed to take a piss, and then I needed a shower. I watched as Weston slid his briefs back on, brushing off the dried fluids of...

All the memories of last night, of our date, and our Netflix & chill session came rushing back to me. This time I didn’t feel guilty or worried, though. This time when the blood rushed into my cheeks I felt... happy. Like I wanted to do it all over again.

The dinner, the laughing, the kissing.

The opening up of feelings.

The sex.

That first time we’d fucked, neither of us were properly coherent enough to really be present. Our inhibitions were down, sure. After all I did let him fuck me.

But last night was different. Not only were we both present for the experiences, but it felt like something deeper than that.

It didn’t feel like mindless, sloppy sex with a stranger.

It felt like blinding, fulfilling sex with a partner.

All my lines were becoming blurred with Weston Rhodes and I wasn’t sure I wanted them to be clear anymore.

Not when there was so much beauty and love in the haze.

I made my way to the bathroom, relieving myself before washing off remnants of our dried spend that was all over my stomach. I padded out of the bathroom to my bedroom, grabbing a pair of clean grey sweatpants.

When I came back out, Weston was gone.

I called out, thinking maybe he’d just gone somewhere else to talk, there was no answer. I opened the door, catching the sight of him getting into a car, and before I could speak out, he was off.

Gone without so much as a goodbye.

Had I been wrong about Weston?

Had what we shared been in my head?

My heart broke as the negative thoughts of ‘I told you so’ brushed forth and I slammed my fist against the brick, not hard enough to break, but enough that it made my knuckles sore.

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