Page 72 of Meet Me in the Blue

“I was thinking about how different that was.”

“Good different?”

“Yes,” he said, and kissed the side of my jaw. “It was… consuming. If that makes any sense?” He swallowed and bit the side of his lip. “I didn’t have to think about how I should be feeling, or what to do, my body just took over. It hasn’t ever worked like that for me. It was sort of liberating. I can admit, at times, I worry I won’t be enough for you, but then I remember it’s you. And how much I care about you, and how I never want to stop touching you and kissing you and it’s…”

“Consuming.” I grinned.

“Yeah.” He tucked me under his arm. “Is it like that for you?”

“It is now,” I answered honestly. “With you it’s not just a release, or something that feels good. I enjoyed sex, I’m not saying that I didn’t. But with you it’s more. We’re sharing something that only belongs to us, and it’s more than our bodies. I’ve never had that with anyone else. What we have… it feels boundless. It feels like forever.”

Rook rolled me onto my back and kissed me like forever started now. We made out like we should have when we were teenagers, wrestling with each other, jockeying for position, laughing, and grinding together like we had all the time in the world. My chin was raw, and my lips chapped, but I didn’t give a shit, and when we were both unbearably hard again, I gave him my body. Straddling his hips, I prepped myself while he watched with complete adoration, his amber eyes hidden behind wide pupils. I hadn’t bottomed in forever, but I wanted to give him this, give him every experience, give him myself entirely like he had for me.

“Luka… Do you know how sexy that is… damn.” He sat up, his grip rough and eager on the back of my neck as his mouth collided with mine.

We were chest to chest, his hand holding the base of his cock as he slipped inside me, the sharp stretch giving way to a fullness that was indescribable. We were touching in every way possible. My thighs against his hips, his hand on my neck, my lips at his temple, his body fully seated inside of me. I knew I wouldn’t last long riding him like this, with the pressure of his fingertips digging into my ass cheeks. I lost control, the sweet edge of our first time fading with every forceful snap of his hips. This time was fast and dirty, and I loved it like this, needed it as much as I needed the tender touches too.

“Yes…” I gasped, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip, my mouth parted and open as my head fell forward. I gripped my shaft, stroking my dick with quick and aggressive strokes, trying to catch the flame licking up my spine, to soothe the ache building inside me every time he hit that spot, that fucking spot, and…

“Fuck, Rook… I’m…” My orgasm burst through me and I cried out, spilling my load onto his chest and stomach.

My ass spasmed around his cock and he growled, the heat of his release pouring into me. I held onto his shoulders, riding out the trembling aftershocks as he leaned in and kissed me with lazy lips, both of us sucking down air like it was water.

“Holy fuck,” I panted, and he blinked at me with sleepy eyes. “You look a little wrecked.”

His smile turned shy. It was my favorite of all of his smiles. “I feel a little wrecked.”

I admired the mess I’d made of his chest. “Do you want to take a shower?”

“I just want to sleep,” he said. “And honestly, I like smelling like you.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that. I liked smelling like him too.

“We can shower in the morning.”

I leaned over and grabbed the box of tissues on the nightstand and cleaned us both up enough we wouldn’t totally ruin the sheets. Rook held my waist the whole time, his thumbs brushing back and forth across my ribs. Once we were snuggled under the sheets, he rolled toward me and stared at me through his dark lashes. He ran his finger down the bridge of my nose and across my cheek. “Do you have a preference?” he asked. “When it comes to sex?”

“I prefer to only have it with you.”

His laugh was soft. “You know what I mean.”

“And that’s my honest answer. I don’t care. As long as it’s you.” I threaded his fingers through mine and rested them against my chest. “I love being with you, in any way, if you prefer to bottom, or top, or neither, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“It doesn’t matter to me either.” He kissed my knuckles, his lashes fluttering closed once, and then a second time. He was fighting that post-orgasmic crash and losing. “Only you, Luka… that’s all I want.”

His eyes stayed closed, his breathing eventually evening out, and I watched him sleep, because this was better than any dream waiting for me when I closed my own eyes.

• ••

“Why hockey?” Zach asked and Reese grinned.

“Because it’s the best fucking sport there is,” he said. “You could drop me onto a baseball field, or a football field, and after a little while I’d figure it out. Maybe I wouldn’t be a pro, but I could fill in for a game. You can’t do that with hockey. There are too many skill sets to master.”

“Cocky much,” I muttered, and Rook laughed. He handed me another blessed cup of coffee. “Fuck, I love you.”

He pressed a kiss to my cheek and leaned against the wall next to me. “He’s right, though.”

“I know, but he’s supposed to sound like a humble hero, not some dude bro asshat.”

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