Page 118 of Fair Catch

I lose myself inside him, shattering into a thousand pieces when my orgasm slams into me like a wrecking ball. His continued clenching around my length draws out my climax, keeping me in freefall until every last drop of cum leaves my body, filling his instead.

My forehead drops to his, our ragged breaths tangling between our lips before I steal another kiss.

And I’m gone.

Decimated beyond repair, and I’ve never felt more alive.

I pull from his body and roll off to the side, dragging him into me and wrapping my arms around him.

The emotions in his eyes at this distance are undeniable as I stare into them. They’re swirling there like a storm, circling around his pupils as they trail over me, and it has words spilling free from me.

Ones I don’t mean to say during our post-orgasm high, but I can’t stop regardless.

Ones that will undoubtedly change everything.

“Tonight, when you took me out on the dance floor?” I murmur, my fingers skating over his jaw. “That’s when I knew I was completely gone. If I hadn’t realized I’d fallen in love with you before, I knew it then. Felt myself slipping past the point of no return every time you smiled at me.”

His jaw works beneath my touch, his gaze flicking between my eyes before pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that steals my breath as easily as he stole my heart.

There are some things in life that don’t need to be said in order to know they’re true, which is why I don’t care that he hasn’t said it back. When he pulls back and I look into his eyes, I know he feels it just as deeply as I do.

I might not know where the future will lead us, but of that, I’m certain.

He shifts, tucking his face into the crook of my neck, his forehead pressed against my throat. The soft strands of his auburn hair brush against my cheek, and I nuzzle into them while trailing my fingertips down the length of his spine. I map the valley between the muscles on either side, committing them to memory as I, once again, find myself giving him the secret my heart has known for a while.

“I love you, Kason.”

His body starts shaking against mine, a vibration that’d barely be noticeable if we weren’t plastered together at every inch.

It’s not until it becomes almost violent and little warm droplets fall to my skin that I realize something is very,verywrong.

Thirty-One

Hayes

Shifting onto my elbow, I stare down at Kason, who still has his face buried in my shoulder. His silent tears coat my skin like rainfall, and I stare in abject horror as he falls apart before my eyes.

“Kase, what’s wrong?” I whisper, trying to sit up better. He doesn’t let me, though, tightening the arm slung over my waist like a vice.

Fear hits me like a punch to the gut, and I force the knot in my throat to loosen enough to speak.

“Is it what I said? Because, baby, you don’t have to—”

He shakes his head a few times, and the vibrations of his body slowly start to subside. But he still doesn’t respond; just keeps pressing his skin into mine like it’s the gravity keeping him anchored to Earth.

My fingers scrape against his skull, running through his hair as I press kiss after kiss to the side of his head, my heart cracking at the pain he’s so clearly in.

“Talk to me, baby. Please. I’m right here.”

A choked sob leaves him, and he sucks in a breath before muttering, “I don’t know how to say this.”

“Don’t worry about that,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Just say it. I’m not going anywhere.”

He finally peels himself away enough for me to look down at him, only to wish I hadn’t. His expression, a mixture of pain and confusion, has my stomach roiling with worry. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a person more torn as the words leave his lips.

“Your parents are trying to blackmail me, Hayes.”

I’m not sure what I was expecting him to say, but it certainly wasn’t anything close to that. The mere idea of what he’s saying being the truth…fuck, it rips the rug right out from under me.

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