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I moan in response from somewhere deep within my guts. Damn him. He’s always been a quick study. My breathing becomes heavy, numbing the electricity that hums all the way from my tip to my balls.

“You should see what I see”, he murmurs in my ear, nodding to the mirror.

I didn’t know how much my body was quivering until I see my own reflection. I watch, transfixed, as we work on each other. Finally, he sits up, pulling my back into his chest, as his dick grazes my ass.

It’s too soon for that. I’m not gonna push. Not today, when it feels so natural. Besides, I don’t have access to the part of my brain that can formulate speech. Not when his lips are doing whatever the hell it is they’re doing to my neck.

“Fuck”, is all I can manage. It’s never been like this before. I’m always dominant. But now, with Di Rossi, I’m not in control at all. It’s like he’s in charge of me, and I’ve got no will of my own. And as I start to feel a tidal wave rising up from my knees, I suddenly realise how not in control I am.

“Oh my fucking God”, I gasp out, as his grip tightens. My orgasm comes from nowhere, literally, shooting through my body as I explode uncontrollably. Everything slumps sideways, and I collapse backwards.

His arms wrap firmly around me, as he lowers me to the floor. He finishes then too, all over me. For a second, all I can see are the bathroom lights, as I start to come round.

Parker stands over me, victorious. He looks down at me approvingly, and then a smile spreads over his face as his eyes find the clock on the wall. “Ten minutes”, he announces. “We set a new record”.

Chapter 24

Half-Lies

Parker

I’ve got the morning off, which is lucky because I’m still so aroused I can barely get out of bed. I replay every single second from the night before, until my legs begin to shake.

Brandon’s training starts at 10am. I picture him charging across the field, ducking around plastic cones. Improving his agility. Pushing off with his calves, his thighs… huh… Okay.

Who knew I was a leg guy?

Last night wasn’t my first dude on dude experience. But it was the first time I felt truly in control. Like I was choosing it. Not just trying to get away with it. I always thought that I’d feel completely different afterwards. But I don’t.

I feel more like me than ever before.

I stumble downstairs. Will is at the breakfast bar, already dressed. A pile of papers sit in-front of him. “Just getting up to speed on the new clients”, he explains through a mouthful of cereal, removing his headphones. “As well as the cancellations”.

Simon’s words ring through to me. Was Summit in more trouble than I thought? “Anyone I should get excited about?”

“You’re not a footie fan, right?” I laugh as he pretends to be scandalised. “Me neither, to be honest. No big names. Just a couple of injured European players. They’re not staying onsite. Not fancy enough, apparently”.

“You don’t like socc… I mean football, either?” I mean, I know it’s weird thatIwork at a soccer facility, but I didn’t have a choice. Will literally applied for the job.

“I know. Scandalous. Not liking football is about as anti-British as not liking tea. Which I don’t either”. Will smiles. “But Archie’s obsessed. And I didn’t like the thought of him all the way over here by himself”.

I nod at his papers. “You seem more interested in the business side of things”.

“I get it from my parents”. Will shrugs, with a small smile. “Archie and I are due to start working at the family business once we’re done with our gap year. Eleven months and counting”.

“He’s definitely making the most of his last months of freedom”. Despite their matching dark brown hair and solid builds, Will and Archie’s personalities couldn’t be more different.

“He is, and he deserves to”. Will says, with a hint of protectiveness. “But he’s been through some stuff. We all deal in different ways”.

I think back to the wilderness years right after my dad passed away. I tried a lot of different ways to make myself stop feeling. “You look after him”, I add, in realisation. Will gets a faraway look in his eye, before clearing his throat.

“He’s my little brother. By three minutes. Looking after him is part of the job”, he shrugs, “Don’t you have someone that you look out for no matter what? Or who looks out for you?”

Before I can answer, Archie tumbles into the kitchen in just socks and boxers, holding hands with a girl our age wearing a short skirt, and a hoodie I recognise as his. She kisses him goodbye, as Will exchanges a knowing look with me. “Hence the headphones”.

The front door closes and Archie patters in, stretching and yawning. Will pushes a plate towards him. “You need to refuel”.

“Thanks, Dad. We didn’t keep you awake, did we?” Archie grins, without sounding the least bit apologetic. “I was helping Maddie study for her English Literature exams”.

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