Page 84 of Crossing Lines

I quickened my pace, panting and writhing over him. “You feel fucking good, Jonah, so fucking good.” As his rock-hard cock pegged my prostate over and over, my balls tightened and an explosion of sensation shot through my body. “Fuck, coming.” Hot cum spurted in ribbons between us as my ass contracted over his dick in intense waves. Holy hell, I hadn’t come handsfree in a long time.

With a loud groan, he yanked me to his chest and his body tensed. “Oh God, coming.” He shuddered under me and squirmed, rocking his hips as best he could.

As the heat of his release filled me, I planted a palm on his cheek and guided his face to mine, my heart bursting with emotion. “I love you, Jonah.” I pressed my mouth to his lips and held them while his orgasm rippled through him.

As it slowed, I broke the kiss and gazed deeply into his dazed eyes. No matter what we faced in the next few weeks, I knew we’d have each other. As long as I had him, I had it all.

Between heavy breaths, he said, “Ryan, I love you too.” His eyes cleared and he swallowed hard. “So fucking much.” He claimed me in a hard kiss, then cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb over it. “Just want you to know, though…” A smirk crawled across his lips. “I meant what I said about jerking off together at night.”

“What?” I chuckled. “This isn’t going to involve phone sex, is it?” I planted a quick kiss on his forehead.

He lifted a shoulder. “It could. I mean, I could call you on FaceTime every night, and we could?—”

“No, Jonah.” I scoffed a chuckle. “Especially not when we’retraveling for regionals next week.” I attempted to harden my gaze. “We’re both going to need our rest.”

“Fine.” He pressed his lips together. “I’ll just text you to let you know when I’m doing it, and you can use your imagination.”

“Oh no.” I shook my head, then rubbed my eyes. As his spent dick slid out of me, I rolled off him. Where the hell did he come up with this shit?

“Anyway. Hungry for food now?” He freed a soft chuckle. “Sex always makes me hungry.”

My stomach grumbled. “Yes. Let’s clean up and order something, then maybe we can cuddle on my sofa?” I hopped off the bed as his release slithered down the inside of my thigh. Shit, better hurry into the washroom.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

JONAH

The next morning, I shoveled oatmeal with peanut butter into my mouth while sitting at our dining table. I’d had a hard time sleeping and had woken up early. My brain couldn’t let go of the bullshit Owen had tried to pull. Ryan didn’t want me to take any action, but that wasn’t how I was built.

One by one, the squad piled out of their bedrooms and meandered into the kitchen, rummaging around for their carb-loading breakfast. Archer rubbed his eyes and stopped at the table, his chest bare and plaid pajama bottoms hanging off his hips. “How is Coach?”

“He’s good.” I set my spoon into my bowl. “Hey, I need to talk to you.” I twisted in my seat to the rest of the guys, pulling food out of the pantry and the refrigerator. “In fact, I need to talk to all of you.”

“Can we make our breakfast first?” Ace started the blender.

“Fuck, that’s loud.” Tyler winced.

“I’m ready.” Myles stepped to the table with a bowl of granola and a cup of coffee, then dropped into the chair next to mine.

Up-nodding me, Archer said, “Let me grab some of that granola, and I’ll be right back.”

I spooned more oatmeal into my mouth. I’d wait. They all needed to hear this.

After everyone was seated at the table with their breakfasts, all eyes were on me. Archer asked, “So, what’s up?”

“That fucker, Owen, gave Coach Finley a letter detailing my relationship with Ryan.” I scoffed, heat swarming my chest. If I ever saw the guy on campus, there’d be no way I’d be able to hold back.

Everyone gasped.

“What the hell? Is Coach Gibson in trouble?” Archer stared at me.

“Not yet. Coach Finley was concerned it would cause a scandal and we’d fuck up our games in the championship.” Shaking my head, I rubbed at my temple. “So, he’s not going to tell anyone about it.” Thank fuck for that. Coach was right. It would be messy in all sorts of ways.

“Wait, did you get your invitation to the Leafs’ camp?” Ace wrinkled his forehead.

“I did.” Shit, I hadn’t even told the guys about it yet. I looked around the table at each of them.

“Right on!” Tyler high-fived Myles, and Mason said, “Yes!”

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