Page 142 of Hot Streak

“You thought I’d be as horny as you,” Connor teased lightly.

There was no denying it, not when Connor already knew.

“Yeah.”

“I knew I’d be coming back here, right after the game,” Connor admitted. “And I thought, we could have phone sex again, or we could have the real thing, and that seemed worth waiting for.”

“It was. It is,” Jackson said and then his control broke, he pushed up and pressed their mouths together in a hungry kiss.

Connor’s hands were everywhere, long, broad strokes on his spine, dipping lower, cupping his ass, dragging him closer against him, his mouth moving restlessly against Jackson’s, driving him to a fevered state way too quick.

Jackson broke the kiss, breathing heavily, feeling the hard ridge of his erection against Connor’s thigh. He shifted, rubbing his dick against Connor’s, pleasure cresting in fierce bursts.

“That good?” Jackson asked, already knowing the answer from the way Connor’s head tipped back, his front teeth sinking into his lower lip.

He looked so fucking delectable like this, like a feast that Jackson couldn’t wait to gorge on.

“Could be better.” Connor’s eyes shone as they dropped to his mouth.

They shed their clothes, tripping over shorts, and shoes, until Connor collapsed onto the edge of Jackson’s bed, one sock still on, as he tugged his T-shirt off.

Jackson settled at his feet, underwear on because if he took them off, he might lose the rest of the tenuous grip on his self-control.

The heavy-lidded look Connor gave him made his pulse jump, but he bypassed his dick and instead hoisted himself up farther, kissing Connor’s mouth until they were both panting, Connor’s thighs tensing underneath his grip.

It was as good as all the sex they’d ever had, but different, too.

Every touch felt meaningful—like, hello again and also, I’m planning to touch you just like this, for as long as I can. Forever, if you’ll let me.

And suddenly it felt so stupid that he was harboring all these feelings—feelings he’d never experienced before—and he was staying silent about them.

“I didn’t just miss this, you know,” he said.

“I know.” Connor looked irresistible, dim light gilding his chest, his abs, his pecs, his arms as he braced himself on the bed.

“I missed you,” Jackson said. He didn’t usually have trouble speaking up when he knew he should, but somehow he kept missing the actual words, the actual phrase.

Don’t be a chickenshit.

“I know,” Connor repeated, the corner of his mouth quirking up like he had a very good idea of what Jackson was trying and failing to say.

Of course, the little shit couldn’t say it first, even though it was apparent Jackson wasn’t feeling this way alone. But then Connor hadn’t been the one to insist so many times he didn’t even like the guy. That had been all him.

“I . . .I love you,” Jackson stammered out. Realized it didn’t sound very convincing when he could barely get the words out, but he had gotten them out, hadn’t he?

“I love you, too,” Connor said, hand drifting down to trace Jackson’s face. “Didn’t even think I liked you.”

“I think that was me,” Jackson said.

“Oh, it was mutual.”

Jackson smiled. “Still mutual.”

“If that’s true, then, baby, suck my dick.” Connor hesitated, a smile blooming across his features. “With love?”

Jackson didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned in, his arousal spiking as he traced Connor’s cock with the pads of his fingers and then the tip of his tongue.

“Want you so bad,” Connor breathed out unsteadily. “So fucking bad.”

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