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Jamie scratched over his chest and exhaled loudly. “Yeah, same.”
“Wh-What?” I jerked into a half-sitting position, shaky elbows keeping me upright.
Jamie shrugged. “If I hadn’t torn my ACL, I wouldn’t have been back home so soon. Wouldn’t have been there when you needed me—which is what I live for. Wouldn’t be here with you now, sated, my balls empty and cum all over your junk. Which…” He shifted down onto his stomach, sprawling between my thighs. “You look good like this, Chaz.” His tongue flicked over my balls, and he groaned that same appreciative noise that made my dick twitch. “Mind if I suck on your nuts?”
I huffed a laugh, unable to believe his complete acceptance of what I’d told him and how quickly he was ready to move on—and get a little freaky.
“Gonna blow your mind, baby,” he promised. “Need your dick hard again so you can fill my ass up.”
“Jesus, Jamie.” I laughed, but my elbows gave way as he suckled one of my balls into the wet heat of his mouth. “Oh fuck.”
“Mmm.”
Thirty minutes? Fuck that. Less than fifteen, and he sat on my hard shaft, showing me how washboard abs moved when he fucked himself on my dick.
Most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
Chapter 33
Jamie
Iwore Chaz out.
He sprawled half on top of me, breathing heavy, limbs all tangled with mine exactly as I’d hoped to find when I woke up. His face pressed against my pit, and thank fuck I wasn’t as ticklish as he was. The man had a thing for my underarms. Whatever made him happy. I wouldn’t complain as long as he continued to octopus the fuck outta me each and every day.
My clock shone five a.m. in bold red numbers, and I wondered if Chaz planned on going to work.
A huff exited my nose.
Stupid thought. Of course he did. The man was married?—
Fuck that shit.
He was available for the taking, which I’d already done. Twice. While I might be a greedy son of a bitch when it came to Chaz and his body, I’d had crumbs for so goddamned long, any tiny slice of his time and presence was pure heaven in my mind. Didn’t need the man with me twenty-four-seven, but I would be thankful for every minute he gifted me.
But this morning?
He was mine, and I wasn’t sharing. I would chain him to my bed if he even considered leaving me for grease-stainedcoveralls and cars that could wait another day or three. Besides, he’d hired Josh who, according to Chaz last night, was exactly who he didn’t know he’d needed to keep shit running smoothly. And Josh had just enough experience starting out that Chaz had trusted him yesterday alone in the shop after a mere month of employment.
The kid was responsible and a hard worker. Henderson Auto was in good hands.
I closed my eyes again and hugged my best friend tight, my heart set on waking up with him like this every morning from here on out. No excuses. And the best way to make that happen was to be proactive whether he was ready or not.
It’s go time—I’ve got this.
Reaching blindly to my right, I located my cell on the bed stand. One-handed, I attempted to type out a couple of emails without too many grammatical errors. Probably should have waited until Chaz and I discussed our future, but there was no question in my mind of where I would be spending the next fifty years. We’d both lived through enough traumatic shit—nothing else could possibly come between us.
No distance, no more hellish secrets, and sure as fuck no more women.
My man was stubborn and didn’t quit, so once I made him see the truth of where our path headed together, he would be on board one hundred percent. He would always be in my corner, or better yet, fighting on the front line alongside me for the future I had envisioned since middle school.
While my heart hurt for what he’d secretly endured with Shelly, her affair lessened some of my own guilt. Right, wrong, or whatever, the truth eased my own shame and made him finally being with me that much sweeter.
These choices I went with, typing with my thumb to put them into black letters across my screen, seemed to settle everythinginside me once and for all. I breathed easier. Muscles relaxed. Mind rested in knowing he was mine in every way that mattered.
Dream come true.
“Whatryoudoin’?” Chaz mumbled into my armpit as I hit a final “send” on a life-changing decision.
