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“You’re not the only one,” I whispered my confession. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you. And wanting to tell you. Why do you think I was dating Dean in the first place? I was trying to stop thinking about you.”

“Don’t mention his name ever again,” Ronin hissed, and I smiled at his reaction.

“Done.”

Then he leaned down and we shared one breath, our lips barely brushing. I wanted his kiss more than anything, but I was scared as hell about how he would react afterwards. If Ronin walked away from me… I didn’t want to think about it.

“But you have to be sure, Ro. This isn’t something we can take back,” I admitted, reaching up and grabbing hold of his forearms. His pulse beat steady and strong under my fingertips.

“I am,” he nodded, his eyes darkening. “Are you?”

The fear lingered but I shoved it aside.

I finally had the courage to speak the words that echoed in my heart for years.

“You don’t need to ask. There’s only ever been you.”

Ronin reached down and I reached up, and twenty years of our life together flashed before my eyes like a movie reel. The highs, the lows, and every damn moment in between. No matter what, it all led back to him.

But everything I’d imagined about kissing my best friend was blown to pieces when it finally happened. I slid my tongue between his lips, tasting him for the first time. It was heady, decadent, and I needed more. Just like our music, the kiss was passionate, explosive—a collision of sound, taste, and touch that could only be experienced, not explained.

He groaned, and I followed, nipping his lips, licking to soothe the sting, then sucking on his tongue. Fuck, I was starved for him.

Ronin pushed me up against the shower wall, and I pushed back, my lips as aggressive as his. Pulling on my hair, he angled my head and I kissed him deeply, fucking his mouth the way I wanted to fuck him. I clawed at his shoulders, then up higher, gripping his neck, holding on tight.

“What the fuck?” Ronin moaned against my mouth. “Jesus, boo, your lips are dangerous.”

“Just wait until I wrap them around your cock.”

He grunted and kissed me again, and I reached for his dick, feeling the slick, heavy weight of it in my hand, tugging fast and hard. Then I took both our cocks in hand, jerking frantically, too overwhelmed and excited to slow down and make it last. Every touch was more desperate than the last.

“Don’t have time,” I panted as my hand worked frantically, my blood racing hotter, faster. “You… Ro… fuck.”

I was so far gone, I wasn’t making sense. My brain was shutting down as pleasure took over.

“Make me come,” Ronin whimpered. “Yes. Just like that.”

I stroked harder and faster as Ronin’s body tensed. He was so fucking gorgeous like this. With me.

“Next time, I’m gonna suck this monster dick down my throat until you scream my name.”

“Faise, oh God,” Ronin moaned and punched his hips forward, fucking my fist.

“That’s it, baby, let go. Come all over me. Cover me in your cum.”

“Fuck!” Ronin roared as his body jerked hard, hot cum lashing my hand.

I followed, coming all over him in a hot rush, so fast, so hard, I couldn’t breathe. I was lightheaded, dizzy with desire.

“Goddamn it,” I panted. “I haven’t come that fast since I was eighteen.”

“You and me both.”

Ronin turned me away from the water, placed his hand over mine, rubbing our combined cum on my skin, over my abs and up my chest. Then he held his fingers up to my mouth and I slid my tongue around them, sucking on them, letting out a filthy groan as I tasted the two of us. Together.

I licked his fingers languidly, and he stared at me so intently that the trembling in my body continued.

As the water in the shower cooled, and our bodies along with it, the adrenaline rush of our first mutual orgasm gave way to a startling new reality.

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