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“Zach,” he cries into my mouth.

We’re not kissing, but our open mouths are pressed together. Exchanging heavy breaths and pleasured grunts as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills my ears.

His thrusts become jagged as he climbs closer to his release. I let go of my leg and grasp his face in my hand, pulling him down until our sweaty foreheads are pressed together.

Staring up into those gorgeous eyes, I demand, “Come for me, Carter.”

He doesn’t break my stare as his body jerks, and I feel the heat of his release as it fills the condom. My name is a mantra he repeats over and over as he continues to pump his cock inside me, riding out his orgasm. The friction of his abdomen against the underside of my shaft is the only stimulation I need to come again, spilling my release between our bodies.

“Carter,” I moan against his lips.

I don’t know how long we lie there for, exchanging lazy kisses and gentle caresses of heated skin. I let out a soft cry as Carter slips his soft cock from my ass. I’m vaguely aware of him disposing of the condom, but my brain is too blissed out. Floating on a sex cloud, not ready to come down from the high.

“We’re going to need another shower,” he says quietly between kisses. “You’ve made a mess.”

“Yeah, in a minute.”

My release is drying against our skin where we’re pressed together, but neither of us makes a move. We end up falling asleep, Carter still lying on top of me, and it’s the best afternoon I’ve ever had.

Chapter Eighteen

Carter

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” I ask Zach as he steps out of the bathroom.

We’re heading over to Blaine’s apartment for their regular “boys’ night,” but Zach’s been asleep for most of the afternoon. He said he’s feeling a lot better now, but I know him, and I know when he’s hiding his pain.

The perk of having known him for pretty much my entire life.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll just tell them not to get rowdy and that we won’t be staying too long.” He moves to stand in between my legs where I’m sitting on the bed, and my hands instantly go to his hips. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I can’t help but close my eyes and let out a satisfied hum.

“Okay, tell me if you can feel one coming on.”

“I will.”

His hands remain on my head as I stand up, slipping my arms around his back as my lips find his neck.

Since we had sex the other day, we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other. I wondered if maybe the amount of orgasms Zach’s having on the regular is playing a part in his headaches due to the increased heart rate and blood pressure that comes with them, but he insists it’s worth it, so who am I to judge? I love making him come.

His hand slides around to grab my ass, hauling me closer until we’re pressed up against one another. I graze my teeth over his pulse point and kiss up to his jaw.

“You’re going to make me face your friends with a boner.”

He snickers. “Nothing they haven’t seen before. It’s like part of the team bonding ritual, seeing each other’s accidental hard-ons.”

“Are you kidding me?” I snort.

“Your teammates don’t do that?”

“No.” I shake my head. “We don’t.”

“Shame, you’re missing out.” He winks and takes a step back. I follow him out of the bedroom, my eyes glued to his delicious ass as we head out of the door and down the hall to Blaine’s apartment.

When we’re inside, it seems we’re the last to arrive. Ethan Parkes is sitting on the couch with Jonathan Peyton and Jackson Wilde. Adam Kendrick is stacking beers in the fridge, and the Olsen twins are sitting on the rug with Blaine’s dog, Ernie. There are a few notable absences, such as the young gun Mitch Henry, but Zach mentioned he’s got a new girlfriend, so they weren’t expecting him to turn up.

“You got a new cast!” Elliot gasps when he notices Zach’s new addition. He pushes himself off the floor and rushes over to take hold of Zach’s arm, turning it over in his hand before turning back toward his brother. “Blaine, you got a Sharpie?”

When Zach got it changed, I was so relieved when the doctor said the break is healing up perfectly. He’s only got less than twoweeks before they will take it off and he can begin his hardcore physiotherapy sessions.

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