Page 31 of Crossed Lines

“Told you he loves you.”

Despite my embarrassment, my heart squeezes. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. I never thought it could happen, but here I am. Sitting with the man who's more than just my best friend, chuckling at my dad’s annoying but sweet acceptance, and riding the irresistible high of winning.

Life’s finally good.

It’s a few hours later when we get back to our apartment. Today’s our last day here before we return to Harper College, and I plan on taking advantage of these beds.

Before I can take a step inside, Spencer grabs my waist and shoves me against the entrance wall. This kiss is nothing like the one on the pitch. He licks me open, hungry and slick with spit, our teeth clacking together.

Waiting to get here has been hell. While I love the team like my second family, all I wanted to do during the post-match celebration was crawl up Spencer’s tall frame and devour him.

He fed Coach some excuse about being tired and we managed to sneak away. The drive home was torture. I’ve spent days aching with need for Spencer, too pent-up to bring myself off.

Now that we’re here I’m gonna savor every second of it.

12

Luke

We stumble through the apartment, taking off our shoes and discarding our clothes on the way to Spencer’s bedroom.

I’m shirtless by the time his door slams shut behind us, but before I can tug off his T-shirt, he crowds me into the wall.

The feeling of him makes me delirious. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I chase his skilled mouth like it’s my salvation.

Between rough kisses, Spencer nips at my bottom lip, drawing a high-pitched whine from my throat. It’s so desperate and breathy that I don’t even recognize it as my voice. Embarrassment floods through me, but he tightens his grip on my waist before I can pull away.

“That was sexy as hell,” he says, his voice low and butter-smooth. It slides over my skin like caramel. “I wanna hear you, sweetheart. Let me know how much you want it.”

Those words are like a key, unlocking something deep inside me and from that moment I let my moans fall easily, not caring how loud I get.

Spencer groans, pausing to rip off his T-shirt. I watch the slow reveal greedily, first those abs, then the defined muscles of his pecs. My cock strains against the front of my trousers, already weeping a little at the tip.

He looks gorgeous, a statue carved from marble, and all I want to do is show him how much I missed him.

Giving into the urge, I sink to my knees.

Spencer pauses, brow furrowing. “What’re you doing?”

Instead of answering, I press my face into his crotch, mouthing at the clothed head of his cock through the soft material. He hisses, a hand sliding up to tangle in my hair and, spurred on by his reaction, I eagerly suck a wet spot into his sweatpants.

The hand in my hair tilts my head back and I blink up at Spencer, a little dazed. It should scare me, how much I like being on my knees for him, but all I feel is an overwhelming amount of affection.

The look in his eyes is one of hunger mixed with something more intense. A thumb swipes reverently over my wet lips, dipping into the soft opening of my mouth and pressing against my tongue, before slipping out again.

“You are perfect.” His voice sounds ragged. “My beautiful angel.”

My whole body feels like it’s on fire, consumed by the heat of him. I allow Spencer to drag me to my feet and undress me the rest of the way, tossing my trousers over the back of his desk chair. When we’re both naked, he guides me gently to the bed. The feeling of those large hands arranging me how he pleases is euphoric, and my stomach tightens with every brush of his fingers over my skin.

I want him so bad, want every part of him inside of me. Nobody could have told me we’d end up here after that dumb kissing bet, but I’m glad we did. This is the best I’ve ever felt; under the long length of his body, arching up to drag our cocks together.

Spencer laughs breathlessly. “Impatient fucker.”

“Please,Spence.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

I bite my lip, hesitating for only a second before reaching for his cock. It sits heavy and hot in my palm, wet and slick. “Want you inside of me. Please.”

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