Page 40 of Until We Fall

“Of course. You’re still game?”

“As long as all the calculations are correct.”

“You can double check them.” I roll closer to kiss him, and his fingertips slip down my chest, stopping an inch from where my dick is pushing out the fabric. So close that my breath catches.

It’s not really the dick contact I crave. He’s getting more comfortable with me physically, and I ache for that more than anything. For his kisses, his touches. How his eyes linger on me, and the way my touch seems to thrill him, how he moaned when his cock brushed my chest. I love it all.

I smack an extra-loud kiss on his cheek that makes me laugh. “I’ll go get Theo and Carter.”

I start to roll off, but he pulls me back. “Will you keep kissing me?”

My heart stops. It’s the first time he’s asked me. The first time he’s seemed toreallybelieve that I want to kiss him. I thought I was happy before, but now I’m a bumbling mess of delight.

I roll over on top of him. “Ohhh fuck, yes.”

Forty minutes of kissing later, we finally make it out of bed, and I change into shorts, tucking my erection under the elastic before grabbing a t-shirt and stepping out into the hallway as Rory goes to take a shower.

I inhale sweet-smelling Cluan air, filling all of my lungs.

I don’t want to hide things with Theo and Carter anymore. I will if that’s what Rory wants, but I’m damn proud that he’s into me. I want to yell it from the rooftops. I want to hold his handand tell him how incredible he is all the fucking time, not just when we’re alone.

I stop outside of Theo and Carter’s room. Their door is propped open on the deadbolt latch, and I knock. Silence. I knock again, but I don’t hear anything.

“Hey, guys?” I push open the door. Their room is a twin of ours, except reversed, unmade bed and donut hole couch.

I wrinkle my nose at the dude-smell and glance toward the patio. Outside, there are a couple of to-go cups on the table, so I head that way, stepping through the open sliding door into the sunlight and?—

“Holy fuck,” I blurt.

I mean, holy fuckingfuck.

Theo is laid partly back on a chaise lounge, his blue eyes widening as they land on me, and his legs are up. Like spread and pushed up and…

He’s naked.

Like totally fucking bare.

And Carter’s kneeled before him, his head between Theo’s thighs, his tongue in Theo’s…

I make a weird sound. I don’t mean to, but it just comes out. I’m standing there, completely flummoxed.

I mean,holy shit.

How long has this been going on?

Carter jumps back, slamming into the table.

Theo’s legs snap down, but his dick is sticking straight up, all his jigglies on display. He gurgles out a word I can’t decipher and then stands, covering his junk with both hands.

There’s a moment of silence.

“Uh, sorry,” I say, keeping my eyes at face level. “The door was open.”

Theo winces.

Jesus, I need to get out of here.

“We’re heading out bungee jumping,” I say, backstepping toward the door, “if you guys wanna go? After you’re… done.”

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