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The desperation in his tone, combined with the faint command in his words, left me only too happy to oblige. I started moving in earnest, my hips snapping back and forth against his ass. The slap of my flesh hitting his mingled with our fast, heavy breathing filled the otherwise quiet room.

I wasn’t going to last long. It had been too long since the last time I’d had sex, and I had wanted him too much. I draped myself across his back, reached around and grabbed his cock, then stroked it. He whimpered, fucking into my hand at the same pace I was fucking into his ass.

“Come,” I whispered into his ear. “You’ve been so good. Whenever you’re ready, come.”

Jett whined and exploded over my hand onto the bed beneath us, his ass clenching around my dick, sending me over the edge after him. I came hard inside him until I was completely wrung dry, and I collapsed over his back at the same time he sunk into the mattress.

Once I’d caught my breath enough to move, I rolled to the side and onto my back so I wouldn’t crush him. He let out a groan that sounded all too much like disappointment and shimmied closer, propping his head on my chest and grinning up at me.

“That was fuckingamazing. Totally worth the wait.”

Chapter Seven

Jett

“Thatwasfuckingamazing. Totally worth the wait.”

I waited, body pressed against Brody’s, my arms folded across his chest, chin resting on the back of my hands, waiting for him to say something. My breathing had evened, but my limbs still felt soft, as if they’d turned to jelly. But that warm, lax feeling while I waited for Brody to say something. Confirm or deny—though preferably the former. Unfortunately, he said nothing, watching me through hooded eyes. His expression was inscrutable.

Shit, maybe he wasn’t going to say anything. Maybe he was regretting all of this, and I should have kept my mouth shut. Now, my words were hanging there, invisible and awkward, between us.

Then, a slow smile curled Brody’s mouth. His fingers tangled in my hair. “I don’t know,” he said, at last. “I personally wish we’d started doing this a long time ago.”

The tension gripping me let go, and warmth swelled inside my chest. I grinned. “That’s on you, man. It wasn’t from a lack of trying on my part. If I had my way, we’d have started doing this in my first year here.”

Laughter burst from his mouth as if he hadn’t been expecting it, his eyes squinting a little, so faint lines appeared at the corners. Then he lifted his head closer, the hand in my hair drawing me down until his mouth found mine in a slow, hungry kiss rife with promise.

When he finally leaned back and broke the kiss, he was still smiling. “Let’s clean up.”

He grabbed my hands and pulled me from the bed and down the hall to the bathroom. After disposing of the condom, he turned on the shower and pulled me with him under the hot spray. He soaped up his hands and ran them over my chest, across my back and lower. My spent dick twitched in anticipation. It wouldn’t have taken much to get me hard again.

Hell, just remembering the feel of him inside me, the delicious stretch of his cock sinking into me, leaving me balanced at the perfect precipice between pleasure and pain, I could feel myself thickening.

All these years of wanting him, and the real thing was better than anything I’d imagined… or experienced. I was no novice when it came to sex. I liked sex and didn’t make excuses for it, but I’d never experienced anything so hot in all my life. The way Brody demanded, practically manhandling me, taking what he wanted while still seeming hyper-aware of everything I did, checking in constantly to make sure I was okay. Even now, with Brody’s big hands moving over me as he washed me, his touch was as careful as it was thorough.

Once out of the shower, Brody took fresh sheets from the linen closet, and we each stood on opposite sides of the bed.

“Can I ask you something?” I said, while Brody peeled off the old sheets.

“Jett, I’m exhausted. Whatever it is, can it wait until we wake up?” He spread out the freshly fitted sheet on the bed between us, and I caught the edge before tugging the corners over the mattress on my side.

“It’s not super complicated. I just wondered why you changed your mind after all this time.”

“I’m merely a man. I could only resist you for so long,” he said, smirking while pulling the corners of the sheet over the mattress on his side.

A coy smile etched across my face. “You think I’m irresistible?”

He snorted, throwing the top sheet and comforter onto the bed. “Obviously.”

“Seriously, though. Why now?”

“I don’t know.” Brody shrugged. “You’re older now. I know you better, and I know you’ve never dated anyone long term, so you’re not going to take this too seriously or want anything more than what we’re doing.”

Brody’s words caught me like a kick to the gut, stealing my breath. The thing was, everything going on between Brody and me was too new, too unexpected for me to have formed any real thoughts about what I wanted beyond wanting to do it again. But there was something especially shitty about having the guy I was into telling me the thing he liked best about me was my willingness to fuck without asking for more.

Yeah, I liked sex, and I didn’t need to be in a monogamous relationship to have it. That didn’t mean I didn’t ever want to have a serious relationship. And as much as Brody thought he knew me so well from me drinking at his bar, I’dhadboyfriends before while living in The Square, committed and monogamous. Admittedly, none of them lasted more than a few months, but I blamed that on my shitty taste in men—as this conversation with Brody proved—rather than any disinclination towards relationships on my part.

Brody had pulled back the comforter and was eyeing me warily. “Are you getting in?”

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