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Except that I didn’t want to run into him randomly at the dentist or the grocery store. I wanted our first meeting to be on purpose. So if he blew me off, I could get over the hurt and move on.
Now, as we stripped, I could admit a small part of me hoped we’d wind up in bed together. Because as much as we were intellectual equals, our physical relationship had always taken us to the next level of intimacy. A closeness I’d craved for a long time now.
Gil’d always had a beautiful body and, even eight years later, he still made me salivate. All dark skin, short black hair, andvery dark-brown irises. He stole my breath. From the first time I’d seen him jogging across the quad, I’d known we were… I couldn’t say meant to be together, because I hadn’t known if he was single or if he was gay. But I’d known he was someone I wanted to meet. I’d figured out how tocasuallymeet him, and we discovered our dorms were only a short distance apart.
Within twenty minutes of being in his presence, I’d been certain.
He’d been a little more difficult to persuade—not wanting to even have a whiff of gay around him—but I’d broken down his resolve. We’d been inseparable until that horrible day I’d demanded he come out for me.
Now, we met, naked, in the middle of his massive bed. Within moments, he had me under him, and his weight felt perfect. My skin tingled everywhere we touched, and when our cocks brushed, a jolt of electricity shot through me. “Want you. Now.”
He chuckled. “You always were in a hurry. You said we have all night—”
“We do.” I nabbed the lube from his nightstand. “I prep myself, you glove up, then we make magic.”
His shy smile lit my insides. That’d been our expression. That we mademagicwith our lovemaking.
I couldn’t regret my wife, but I could regret the eight years I’d lost with Gil.
And I refused to think about what would happen in the morning.
Despite being eight years out of practice, I had myself open and waiting quickly as Gil watched, having donned the condom.
“Oh, baby, I love watching.”
I held my knees up and out of the way.
Gil loomed over me. He lined himself up, and ever so slowly, pushed inside.
I’d known I’d be tight, but I might’ve forgotten the burn as he pushed his crown in. Still, within a few moments, my body acclimated. I nodded.
He slid in farther. Then he leaned in and pressed our lips together.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I drew him closer.
“Jesus, Cullen, you feel so fucking good.”
“You too.” I met his gaze. “Now fuck me.”
He did. He might’ve gone easier on me than I would’ve liked, but he still sank into me. Every time he moved, he nailed my prostate.
My world narrowed to just the feeling of him inside me. And how fucking right this was.
“Jerk yourself, baby. I’m so close.” He said the words through gritted teeth. He had a will of iron.
I knew how to break him. Still, I did as bade, grabbing my cock and giving a good few tugs. I came.
He followed.
We basked in the bliss.
I never wanted to let go.
Chapter Five
Gil
“I’m nervous.”
