Page 134 of Finding Delaware

“Baby, I’ve already waited four years for you.” My palm slides against his as I run my tongue along his throat. “And we’ve got three months until you leave for training camp. If you’re worried about us ‘being good’ together, consider this the start of our ninety-day trial period.”

He groans, vocal cords vibrating against my lips. “No fair. How long until that tattoo heals so I can lick it?”

“Bout another week,” I chuckle, sucking on his Adam’s apple. “Look, I’m not gonna force you into anything you don’t want. If, when July ends, you decide that we don’t work, then...I’ll let you go. Even if it hurts me.”

Even if it kills me.

Huckslee’s arms tighten around me as his teeth nip at my earlobe, quickening my breath. “You make it hard to think straight when you’re touching me like that.”

“Yeah, my thoughts are far from straight,” I snort, slipping my palms under his shirt to run them over his abs.

“Shut up.” Laughing into my hair, his fingers grip my hips, rubbing our steadily hardening cocks together. A breathy moan pushes past my lips, and he captures it with his mouth, stubble burning in the best way.

“Say yes,” I murmur in between kisses, swiping a thumb over his pebbled nipple. “Say yes, Huckslee.”

The bathroom fills with the sounds of our soft grunts and heavy pants as we move together, hands petting each other, tongues entangling. He cups me over my jeans, squeezing my length, and I thrust against him, chasing the friction.

When I reach down to grab his ass for better leverage, he growls deeply, sucking my bottom lip in between his teeth. “Okay, okay. You win, baby. Just don’t stop grinding on me like that. You’re so fucking sexy.”

Biting down hard on his shoulder, I lick away the sting. “Yeah? Sexier than Owen?”

“What?”Fingers grip my hair as Huck yanks my head back by the strands, forcing my gaze to his. “Seriously, Taylor?”

Swallowing hard, my brain short-circuits at his sudden roughness, the sharp prickle on my scalp making my cock jerk with pleasure. “H-he’s nice looking. Smaller than me, easier to throw around.”

That gets his brows rising high. “Do youwantme to throw you around?”

“Maybe,” I shrug, chewing my lip while I drop my gaze. “Sometimes.”

His hands slide down the backs of my legs before he lifts me up, whipping around abruptly to slam my back against the door. The new position lines our cocks up perfectly, my ankles hooking together behind his waist as I roll my hips against him like a needy bastard.

“I can handle you just fine,” he whispers, running his tongue against my cheek. “Don’t be jealous, baby. I like how strong you are. You’ve never had a problem fighting back.”

“I was usually the one starting all the fights,” I chuckle, pulling off his beanie to run my fingers through his curls. “These drive me wild, you know.”

He hums, lips twisting. “Yeah, I noticed you have a thing for blondes.”

“If you’re talking about Arya, I neveractuallydated her.” With a scowl, my head falls back against the door. “Salem wanted to watch me bang another chick. Obviously, I wasn’t gonna say no, but Arya’s annoying as hell.”

“So why did you fuck her?”

A sheepish grin pulls at my cheeks. “If I say because she was willing, does that make me sound like your typical manwhore douchebag?”

“You’re unbelievable.” He shakes his head before planting a string of kisses on my lips, jaw, and face.

“Can’t help it, I’m a horny fuck.” To emphasize my point, I grind my aching cock against him again, impressed by the fact that he still has me pinned between his body and the door.

Lifting a brow, he smirks. “And yet, according to Christian, you haven’t gotten laid since January.”

“So fuck me.”

The words tumble out before I can stop them, lust and need clouding my mind, but god, I want it. I’ve thought of nothing else since that night when we had phone sex. Which is crazy, by the way, because who even does that any more?

Huck goes still for a moment, throat flexing around a swallow. He sets me down before bracing an arm against the door beside my head. “I’m not fucking you for the first time in a bathroom, Taylor.”

“Please? I’ll be quiet.” Hooking a finger beneath the waistband of his jeans, I rub his shaft softly. “I promise.”

Groaning, his mouth captures mine. “I’ve heard you come, remember? Quiet for you is impossible. I’d have to gag you with something.”

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