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As if that stunt wasn’t unhinged enough, this man pulls out, rips off the used condom, and dips two fingers into it before lobbing it into the sink. His cum paints my parted lips. “Suck.”

I lap it up, humming through the aftershocks and the pleasant mix of his salty release and the sweet, tart frosting. Wade tremors as I leave his fingers clean.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he huffs. His tight slap against my right ass cheek makes it jiggle before he pulls my gray sweats over my hips. “Being a top is tiring.”

Wade spins me to face him, swaying into a tongued kiss before he bends to pull down the front panel of my apron, exposing pebbled nipples through my white shirt. “I’d much rather be on my knees, mouthing your glorious rack.” He wets one, licking and nipping until my core throbs, and I’m fisting his hair and tearing him away.

I snap when he mewls. “Get in the bedroom.”

Clambering to his feet while abandoning his sweatpants, he runs there with a goofy gait, zipping open his luggage and rooting around, naked except for a T-shirt like Winnie the Pooh. “We need more condoms.”

“What’re you using this for?” The sleek handle of the HyperVolt massage gun removed from the bag feels heavy in my palm.

“It’s nothing.” Wade swats his hand in the air. “My thigh was tight after yesterday’s game, and the PT made me pack it.”

“Hmm.” My imagination runs wild. “Want me to use it?”

His eyes sparkle.

The devilish smile splitting my face almost hurts. “I have an idea.”

“Wade, come on.” The man cannot be appeased.

“No!” He stomps away, hiding his flaccid dick and rosy asshole, respectively, with each hand. Upon reaching the washroom, his foot smacks the door shut.

I trail after him, tapping against the wooden door to be let in. “Wade?”

“Go away!”

I ignore him. The handle turns under my touch. “Listen, it’s totally natural?—”

“Natural?” he yells from his seat on the toilet, skin streaked in an angry red. “No one is supposed to come like Old Faithful more than once, Gabe, much less six times!” He tosses his penis in a hand, as if trying to revive it and mourning its inability to respond. “It’snotnatural. You broke my dick!”

“It’s not broken,” I coo, attempting comfort with long sweeps of my hand across the bulky rounds of his shoulders. “I meant having that response to your prostate massaged was natural, you big baby. And I’m sorry.” My lips find his sweaty brow. “I didn’t know you could comethathardsomany times.”

He sniffles. “I didn’t either! My balls are empty.Empty! I may never come again.” His head totters in dismay. “Oh,God.No more orgasms.” His gasping sobs echo off the tile. “I might never have kids.” He continues wailing, covering his eyes. “Goodbye, fatherhood!”

“Okay, that’s a little?—”

Fat tears stream down his raging cheeks as he accuses me with a pointed finger. “I would have made agreatdad! You said so!”

I won’t say I like seeing him cry, but I kinda do. Makes him more human and less like a young sex god who’s bewitched my mind, heart, and cunt.

“Oh, sweet boy.Breathe.” I make room for myself in his lap, draping his arms around my torso as I clutch him to my chest. We rock to and fro. I pepper kisses at his hairline, kneading into the tense muscles at the base of his skull with my fingers and thumb.

He calms. I purse my lips, pleading for a peck. “Do you forgive me?”

Wade nods and hungrily returns a kiss.

“Come on, I know what will make you feel better.”

And then I make him a grilled cheese.

Chapter 27

This Is My Baby Now

Wade

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