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“Do you want me to stroke you until you’re just about to empty your balls all over your stomach and then stop?”

“Yes…Tripp…please.” His warm breath puffs against my mouth, and my dick twitches in response.

“I want that too.” I grab the lube, then get back into the same position, my thighs around his. After lubing my palm, I pull Rhett up so he’s sitting, wrap my hand around his shaft, and push my tongue between his lips.

We make out, tongues tangling as I jerk him off. His cock throbs against my palm, needy sounds already falling from his lips to mine.

He moves against me, his body asking for more, but we just kiss, kiss and stroke and work him up the way I love to do, the way Rhett loves too. It’s this thing we’ve only had and will only ever have with each other. My pride fucking soars at that.

He reaches out and takes hold of my waist. I love the firm press of his fingers into my skin, the way his kiss is getting messier and hungrier. I know all his tells so well, and it means he’s close.

I pull back slightly, still stroking him, my forehead now kissing his. “You close, baby? You almost ready to come for me?”

“Yes. Christ. How do you get me there so quickly?”

“Because this is good between us, better than it’s ever been with anyone else. It is, Rhett. Better with you. Every-fucking-thing is.”

He arches toward me, a groan leaving his lips. He bites down on his lower lip, trying to hold himself back from coming. I let go of his cock, Rhett’s breaths sharp and urgent as he fights through keeping himself from coming.

And as much as I want to play with him tonight, as much as I want to keep this going, I’m dying for us to release together, dying to have more with the man I love. “That good?” I ask, running my hand up and down his chest.

“Incredible, but I want…”

“You want to fuck me?” I pump my brows.

His eyes hold firmly on mine. “I think I want you to try and fuck me.”

Not gonna lie, my cock twitches between us at that. While I enjoy bottoming and love bottoming for him, I’ve always been more of a top. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” Rhett replies.

“I’d love to be inside you. I’ll make you feel so fucking good, and if you don’t like it, we stop. I don’t have to have this from you. I’m good with the way things are.”

“I know. I said that because I want it. I don’t think you get what you do to me, Tripp. And the thought of feeling you inside me? Ineedto try it, to feel you like that.”

Jesus, this man. “God, I fucking love you.” I kiss him.

“I love you too. I didn’t tell you that earlier, did I? That I love you. I do.”

My damn heart feels like it’s going to explode, like it’s going to get so big, I’ll float away. “Look at us, loving each other and shit.”

He rolls his eyes and chuckles, but I know he likes it.

“We’re good for each other, Rhett. I know it.”

“I know it too.” He kisses me again, and damn, I enjoy kissing Rhett Swift. So much. When he pulls away, he says, “I’m going into the bathroom to freshen up.”

“Okay.” I climb off him and lie on my back against the pillows. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Tonight or ever.

“I know,” he says again, smiling.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Rhett

After I finishgetting cleaned up, I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment. I wait to second-guess myself, wait for the fear or regret to hit me, but it doesn’t come. Six months ago, would I have imagined something like this for myself? No. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it now. I want to share this with Tripp, want to know what it feels like to be full of him.

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