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“Cutie.” I wink. “We both know it is.”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling all the way to the bathroom. When he closes the door behind him, I realize I am too.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Hayes

Istare atmyself in the mirror after I finish getting ready for Rylan. I’m naked, so I can see my soft belly, the fact that I don’t have the same type of muscles he does, and I can’t help wondering what in the hell he’s doing with me and why he seems to want me so damn much.

Not that having a soft belly is a reason not to want someone. It’s totally hot and sexy and real. I don’t have an issue with my body. I just have an issue withmyself, and considering I’m naked, that’s what I’m focusing on right now.

But Rylan seems to really like having sex with me, and I really like having sex with him. And while we’ve clearly both enjoyed the things we’ve done together so far, this feels different. Is it because I can’t put my finger on how this is…more, or is it because I don’t want to think about what that means? The last thing I want to consider is that I’m allowing myself to feel too close to him. It’s unlike me to share the way I did tonight. We’re friends who fuck, I remind myself. That’s it and that’s all I want, which brings me back to the current situation.

What if I’m a really bad bottom and that’s why the sex with Malcolm or the other times I had it were so mediocre? Or what if Rylan wants me to top at some point too? He’s made it clear he’s vers, likes ass play, and he’s mentioned flip fucking, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that. I’ve never topped. I want to try at some point, but I’m really worried about being shit at it.

“You can do this,” I tell myself in the mirror. “You have a great ass. Rylan thinks you have magic cum. You’re his sex good-luck charm. You’re going to be the best goddamned bottom he’s ever had.”

Oh God. Please don’t let him have heard me.

I open the door and peek out. Rylan is naked on the bed, legs spread, cock still hard, leaning against the headboard and stroking himself.

There’s a strong possibility I’m drooling. He’s like a god, an Adonis, all hard muscles, golden skin, a stupidly big cock, and smiling. Why is he always smiling? Rylan is maybe one of the happiest people I’ve ever met. I wish I knew how to be that way.

“Jesus. Look at you. Come here and let me touch you, cutie.”

Goose bumps pebble my skin. The thick hunger in his voice sounds so damn real. I have no reason to suspect it’s not, but it’s impossible to flip a switch in my brain and turn off a lifetime of not being wanted. And the one time I thought I was, it was nothing but a lie.

I force my feet to move, afraid I look like a penguin instead of someone a guy would want to stick his dick into. I climb onto the bed, and Rylan takes my wrist, tugging me until I’m straddling him.

“Are you good? If you changed your mind, that’s okay.” He brushes my cheek with the back of his hand, and I remind myself that this is just how Rylan is. He would be treating any guy he’s with like this. It doesn’t mean anything more.

“I didn’t change my mind.”

“Do you want to top the first time? I’d be down for that.”

“No!” I rush out, and he chuckles.

“Excited about my cock, are you?”

His comment should annoy me, but it doesn’t. His playful tone, the fact that he’s just being the Rylan I’ve gotten to know, helps calm the storm inside me.

“Your cock has nothing to do with it. I just…”

When I don’t continue, he frowns, forehead wrinkled and thoughts racing through his gaze. “Just what?”

My stomach clenches, and embarrassed, I admit, “I’ve never topped. What if I’m not good at it? Like I said before, I’m not sure I’m good at sex at all, but I’m not ready to be the one doing the fucking.”

“You’re fucking incredible at sex. You see how hard I bust a nut every time we’re together.”

“So romantic.”

“Do you want me to be romantic with you?” He cocks a brow. When I don’t reply, he says, “That’s what I thought. Now, remember the insane chemistry we have and lean down and kiss me.”

Rylan wraps his hand around my nape, tugs me down, but stops when I’m an inch from his mouth. He wants me to be the one to close the distance, and I want that too, so I flick his lips with my tongue, then work it inside.

His big hands roam up and down my back, move to my ass, then up again as we kiss slowly, languidly. He’s taking his time for me. I understand that. Rylan knows all about my limited experience and hang-ups. And no matter how much I appreciate that, it also stresses me out because I don’t want to mess up this arrangement.

We kiss and rut, tongues dancing together, hands traveling, blood rushing to my groin. My cock gets hard between us. I feel him smile into the kiss, savor the sensation of his scruff against my face, as his finger teases down my crease to circle my rim.

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