Page 135 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

“Yes.”

“And I’m yours.”

“Yes,” I agree again, nodding furiously against the door as Joey stretches me open.

“Anything you want, anything you need, I’ll give it to you.”

“Please,” I croak, three of his fingers inside of me now, the stretch blooming into an ache so exquisite, I can’t stop myself from shifting back against him, chasing more.

His fingers leave, and I choke out a sound. But then Joey is spinning me, hitching one of my legs over his hip and rubbingthe blunt end of his cock against my ass. He presses just a little. Just enough to feel the renewed stretch.

“I love you so much it hurts,” he says vehemently. “And I never want it to stop.”

I keen as he pushes inside of me, the driving force of his cock making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. Yet his words ring in my head, the aching truth of them leaving me no room for doubt.

“Love you,” I say in return, my voice no more than a breath.

Joey’s gaze says all the things his lips can’t utter right this second, but I still hear them. Still understand. He spins the fanny pack around to his back, moving it out of the way, before hoisting me up by the backs of my thighs. I wrap both legs around him, shock a fleeting emotion as Joey presses me against the door. His grip on me is absolute, his cock pushing deeper inside of me.

He rolls his hips, and my head hits the wood.

I hold Joey’s shoulders tight as the man proceeds to fuck me against the front door as if I weigh no more than a feather. There’s not a single thing I can do but hang on, tears lining the backs of my eyes at the sheer blissful, overwhelming assault to my senses. He’s everywhere. Holding me up. Surrounding me. Inside of me. His voice at my ear, telling me how much he loves me, how good I am, how he’ll never let me go. His lips brushing my cheek, stubble like sparks against my skin. His stomach grinding against my cock as he moves,hiscock ramping me steadily higher, thatpressure-push-pullinside of me an intoxicating high I never knew I was missing before him.

It’shim. He’s what I was missing.

The home I never had.

I cry out when I come, my orgasm sneaking up on me. Joey fucks me through it, his “Bub” a hoarsely spoken syllable in the air. His cheek rests against mine, fingers digging into my thighsas he jerks against me, his cock throbbing out his release. I pant, still shaking, still twitching as aftershocks rumble through my system.

Neither of us moves for the longest time, the pressure of Joey’s body keeping me pinned to the door, our chests heaving together as we catch our breaths.

He’s the first to pull back, his eyes meeting mine. He looks almost…amused.

“What?” I ask, the one word slurred in my post-orgasmic haze.

“Nothing,” he says. “It’s just… This is where you’d normally make a joke.”

I snort, and he chuckles with me. “You fucked all the jokes out of me, dude. I got nothing.”

“Nothing about hammering you so good, the other brads are jealous?”

“Nope.”

“What about our pollination efforts to help support the bees?”

“Nuh-uh. I’m just happy,” I tell him, meaning it. “And maybe a little boneless.”

His expression is soft as he shifts enough for his cock to slip out of me. He lowers me to the ground carefully. “Shower and bed?”

“Lead the way, Joey-roo. I’ve forgotten where the bathroom is.”

He huffs a laugh, kissing me on the temple as he guides me down the hall. We wash the cum off our skin before falling into bed together, Joey a comfy, warm presence beneath my cheek. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight like he so often does, knowing how much I crave the connection.

It’s some time later, once Joey is sound asleep but my mind is still wandering, that I slip out of bed to grab a familiar notebook. I take it with me back to the bedroom, not wanting to be far from Joey. He doesn’t wake as I climb onto the mattress, sitting nextto him and flipping the notebook open to the page I’m looking for.

My eyes skim down the list I started what feels like a lifetime ago, that day I met Joey in the gym. There’s an ache in my chest thinking about it, about what might have happened if Joey and I had never crossed paths or become friends. Or if I’d simply never realized the depth of my feelings for him.

It’s not an alternative I like to imagine.

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