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Warmth splashed on my back and dripped into my crease as he shot his load all over me. He stayed still for a moment, enjoying the last of his release, then gave my ass a little tap.

“Lift your hips.” He shifted his weight off me.

I did and cried out when he wrapped his hand around my length. It took less than a dozen strokes before I came too, shooting onto the bed and pushing back against his hand as he stroked me through my orgasm.

“Holy shit,” Luka panted, lowering himself to my back and pressing soft kisses against my neck. “I swear I only meant togive you a massage. I wasn’t even thinking about anything else until I had you all spread out under me.”

I turned my face for a kiss. He obliged, and we were both grinning when he pulled back. “So, would this be considered a happy ending?”

He laughed and blew a raspberry into my neck. “I’d say this was a double happy ending.”

“Do you want to switch?” I asked. “I might need a minute before my bones feel like bones again.”

“I’m good.” He threaded his arms under my body and hugged me tight. “You can return the favor another day.”

I wanted to protest, but I halted as his words registered.You can return the favor another day. He was already planning more nights like tonight, and that made me deliriously happy.

“How about we take a shower together, then maybe we can watch something for a bit?” he suggested. “I’m not ready for the night to be over.”

“That sounds great,” I said, tipping my face back for another kiss.

His kiss was soft and sweet and so achingly perfect my heart stuttered in my chest, and we were both grinning when he pulled back.

Tonight was the best night I’d had in forever, and now that I’d had a taste of what it was like to be with Luka this way, I was never letting him go.

18

ZANDER

Lukaand I settled into a routine over the next few weeks. It wasn’t easy, but we did our best to act like friends at work and not let anyone know about us.

So far it looked like we’d succeeded. That was probably because of our hours and being the only two on the floor most of the week. If we’d been on the day crew with Asa, Jesse, and Isaac, there was no way in hell they wouldn’t see it. Especially Asa. Nothing got by him.

Outside of work was different. We could kiss and touch and look at each other however we wanted, but only in private. With both of us being closeted, we needed to be careful, so we spent most of our time at my place. We worked on my car, did our weekly meal prep together, and Luka taught me about hockey.

I enjoyed watching games with him, mostly because of how into it he got. He yelled instructions to the players like they could hear him, and he cussed them out like a disappointed coach when they messed up. And hockey players were hot, so it wasn’t exactly a hardship to watch them.

We had fun together. I’d laughed more in the past month than I had in the past year, and he seemed to enjoy hanging out with me too.

Things between us were complicated. We worked together, and we’d only been seeing each other for a little less than a month. That really wasn’t a lot of time, but things were skewed because of our time talking on Kinksters. We’d shared a lot on that app, and not just orgasms. We’d talked, and we’d bonded.

That bond transferred seamlessly to our real lives, and now, after just over three weeks together, it felt like we’d been doing this for months. Like our relationship or situationship or whatever it was had started long before that night he showed up on my doorstep.

Sex with Luka was incredible, far beyond anything I could have ever imagined. He was so responsive, so trusting, and so damn eager he set my blood on fire every single time we were together. He let me push his boundaries, and at the same time, he wasn’t afraid to push back and test mine.

But the best part of being with Luka wasn’t having fun or fucking; it was the times when we just existed together.

Like when he’d snuggle up to me on the couch while we watched something, or how he liked doing FaceTime calls when we both had chores to do and we’d chat while we worked.

I’d spent so much of my life alone that solitude was comfortable, but Luka had changed that. I never realized just how lonely I was, how much I repressed my loneliness and convinced myself that was what I wanted because it was how it had always been.

I hadn’t been completely honest when I’d told him it was the cost of parts that kept me from doing more on the Camaro rebuild. They were expensive, but I lived a pretty frugal life, so I could have afforded them sooner; I just didn’t bother becauseworking on the car alone was boring. It was like being at work, only in my garage.

Sharing my passion with someone who was just as passionate was amazing, but being able to share it with someone who meant so much to me was everything. And the times we spent in my garage together were some of my favorites.

It had taken some time, but Luka’s shyness had disappeared. He really was an extroverted introvert, and his chaotic energy was addictive.

He challenged me in ways I wasn’t used to, and having someone I could lean on at the end of a hard day was something I’d been missing for far too long.

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