Page 134 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

“Joey,” I breathe.

My sexy-as-fuck boyfriend not only reveals a crop top that shows off every one of his challah abs, but there’s also a bright yellow fanny pack secured tightly around his stomach, the front of which is bedazzled with the wordBrad.

“You beautiful sexy beast,” I growl in awe. “Were you hiding that this entire time?”

“Wore it just for you,” he says, giving me a wink.

“You’re so fucking hot, dude. I’m gonna ravage you later. You don’t even know. My tongue is going to be in places you didn’t even know it could reach.”

“I’m…not sure if I should be turned on or not right now,” he admits.

I stroke his beautifully adorned stomach. “Joey Kangaroo, can I twerk on you?”

He laughs, his arm coming around me as he lays his sweatshirt on the back of a chair. “You can do just about anything you want to me, bub. I’m yours, remember?”

“Fuck. For that, you can ravagemelater. My ass is yours, dude. Take me however you want. I don’t even care how filthy or depraved or—Oh, hey there, Rowan.”

The shy mechanic gives us a wave before heading over to his boyfriends. Alex and Finn shift as he gets close, as if attuned to him.

“Come on,” I tell Joey, sighing happily. “Let me introduce you to the guys you haven’t met yet, and then we’ll dance. Did you know Emil is an exhibitionist?”

Joey and I make the rounds, dick balloons at our feet and the occasional tiny candy penis finding its way into my mouth. My necklace is gone by the time we get down to the dance floor, my body buzzing with energy from this night and Joey’s presence. He doesn’t seem to mind me all but humping his thick thighs, and his hands are never far, on my back, in my hair, tugging me closer still.

I don’t know how long we dance for, but our rambunctiouscoming outgroup closes down the club, all of us stumbling out the doors with promises to catch up again soon. I make sure to give Jason a big, wet smooch on the cheek before we part. He mutters agross, but he loves it. I know he does.

Joey and I catch a rideshare back to my apartment. I’m half-hard when we step inside the door, Joey immediately pressing me against the wood until it closes with a click.

“Hi,” I say, grinning at him.

Molten brown eyes hold my own for only a beat before Joey’s mouth is on mine. He attacks me with a sort of hunger at odds with his usually calm demeanor, and I don’t fight it. Not wanting to and more than ready to take whatever it is Joey has planned for me. He kisses me deeply, his hands tipping my head where he wants me to go, soft, stubble-lined lips tracking down my neck, his thumb pressing up under my jaw.

My head thunks against the door, and I pull in a breath, my stomach contracting when Joey’s hand lifts my shirt, fingers trailing over skin. He tugs the material up, mouth finding my chest, my nipples, mapping a path down my stomach as he sinks to his knees.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my shirt covering my view for only a second before I toss it away.

Joey looks up at me, bared to me as he always is, and slowly unzips my jeans. I try to control my breathing, try to keep myself in check, but it’s hard with him staring at me with such focused intensity, as if nothing and no one could tempt him away. His hands deftly slide my pants down my legs, and then he leans in, a groan leaving his lips as he runs a hand over the length of my cock through the thin layer of my underwear. My gut clenches tight when he pulls me free.

Not a single word comes out of my mouth as Joey sucks my cock down his throat, only a low moan that rattles around inside my chest like the flapping of wings. It sure feels as if my heart could fly away given the chance, if only to find a home within this man looking at me with love in his eyes.

I don’t know what I did to deserve his affections, but I won’t ever take for granted this beautiful soul at my feet. I won’t ever give him up. Won’t ever let him question what he means to me.

“Joey,” I rasp, motioning him upwards, needing him inside of me like I need my next breath. “Would you fuck me?”

His mouth meets mine again in answer, warm and soft and urgent. I nearly die when he leans back, but then he’s shucking his clothes and all is forgiven. I stay his hand when he reaches for his fanny pack.

“Leave it,” I tell him.

He smirks but doesn’t try to remove it again. Instead, he unzips the bag and pulls out a travel-sized bottle of lube.

“Oh my God,” I wheeze, my cock bucking. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Turn around,” he tells me.

“Nope. That was. Jesus Christ.”

I spin, Joey’s lips laying kisses across my shoulders as his hand settles between my ass cheeks. He slips a lubed finger inside of me, his other hand curling around the front of my throat. I nearly sob, fingers digging into the door as my forehead greets the wood.

“You’re mine, bub.”

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