Page 126 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

“Did you like me the whole time?” I ask, not taking my eyes off of his.

He blinks once, his legs tightening around my hips almost imperceptibly. “I tried not to.”

“I set you up on so many bad dates.”

“Yes.”

“We took nearly naked photos together.”

He swallows roughly. “That was…hard.”

“Literally for you.”

“Yes,” he agrees.

I groan, dropping my face to his neck. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not,” he says. “Bub, I’m not. Look at me.”

I do. Of course I do.

Joey’s hands come up to frame my face, his callused touch gentle and warm. “I don’t regret any of it. Yes, I liked you from the start. More than I probably should have without being honest with you about it. But letting myself fall, knowing the chances of you reciprocating were slim to nil? That was my decision. And I’d do it again given the choice. You’re worth it.”

“I’m going to make you really happy,” I tell him hoarsely.

“You already do.”

“I’ll give you as many Joey-blowies as you want.”

“Is that—”

“A Joey-specific blowjob, yes. And me and my douche bulb have come to an agreement, so anytime you wanna plow me, you just let me know. My ass is yours.”

“That might be the most romantic thing anyone has ever offered me,” he says, sounding fond.

I snort. “Yeah. Sure. You just wait.”

His eyes narrow. “What are you plan—”

I kiss him. Hard. It’s instantaneous, the way he lights me up inside, as if all that warmth he possesses sinks right into my very skin and bones. I try to show him the way he makes me feel. Try to give him back some of the same heat and comfort. And when his cock flexes against my stomach, I take a deep breath, kiss my way down his neck, and move.

Joey huffs out a breath, an airy grunt of sorts, when my hips meet his ass. He’s surrounding me. His legs wrapped around my hips. His smell, manly with that underlying hint of fresh-cut pine, in my lungs. His hand on the back of my head tightening when I suck his nipple into my mouth, and his ass squeezing me as I rock inside his body.

It’s everything I thought it would be.More. It’s Joey.

When a particular angle has him moaning in a way that’s distinctly new, I pop off his pec.

“There?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he breathes, his head arching back as I do it again.

“Fuck yes,” I mutter, keeping up at his p-spot, wanting desperately to see Joey come undone. I shift my hand to his dick, tugging in the way I know he likes, my gaze flicking between his face and where I’m fucking him, the sight so unbelievably sexy my cock throbs. “Fuck, Joey.”

“Yes, you are,” he pants.

Goddamn it, I’m going to walk with this man down the aisle.

“Oh, holy fuck,” I gasp aloud. “There’s no way I’m not going to think about this during our wedding.”

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