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I slammed in so hard I lost my grip on him. We crashed down together, his chest against the mattress with me flat on top of him, still buried inside. I kept driving, fucking him hard, making him beg.
“Please, more!”
“Shit, Ade.”
“Don’t stop. I love it.” His voice was muffled against the sheets but still ragged with need.
“I’m close,” I said. “Really close.”
“Fill me up.”
The bed rocked beneath us, and thanks to our sweaty skin, we slid together with every brutal thrust. Instead of words, there was now only the sound of his sobbing moans and my harsh grunts. We were operating on instinct, each of us beyond thought and out of control.
My orgasm hit like a freight train. I let out a hoarse, guttural cry as I came hard, shooting deep inside him. He lifted his head and shouted, his body convulsing beneath me. His ass clamped down in rhythm with his shots. He milked every drop out of me, and I groaned as countless waves of pleasure washed over me.I kept thrusting, driven by the high, and we shouted curses like prayers.
Even after the shooting stopped, my hips rocked as I moved inside him. I wanted to stay there and never pull out.
We finally stilled. When my dick slipped out and I rolled to the side, we lay facing each other. His cheeks were flushed, his hair was a disaster, and his lips curved into a loopy grin. In other words, he was gorgeous beyond belief.
“Fuck almighty,” he croaked.
I draped an arm across his chest. “That’s one hell of a way to start a morning.”
Since getting back to Buffalo, we’d started regular workouts. Training camp was a month away, and all the Italian pasta, bread, and pastries had taken their toll. Since showing up for camp out of shape was strictly forbidden, we had work to do.
I had a gym in my house, and since Riles and I used the same personal trainer, we worked with him six days a week. Plyometrics, strength training, and interval training were the primary focus, followed by cardio. We alternated between outdoor runs and indoor equipment.
Today, after a tough upper body workout, we’d done four miles in a nearby park. Afterward, we showered and settled in the TV room to playMinecraftand clear our heads. We were sprawled across the sectional, mid-game, when the doorbell rang.
I tapped my phone to pull up the security cam. Gabe and Brody were on the porch, and Brody was holding something. I sighed, not thrilled to see them. Since returning from Italy, Rilesand I had stuck by our decision to give our relationship time to settle.
He paused the game. “Who is it?”
“Gabe and Brody.”
He blinked. “The fuck? Why would they be here?”
The doorbell rang again, and someone knocked.
I set my controller aside and got up. “I’ll go see what they want. Hang tight.”
As soon as I opened the door, Brody held out a plastic container. “I made too much pasta last night. Thought you might enjoy it.”
Right. Because two men who burn six thousand calories a day just happened to have leftovers.
“Thanks,” I said. “This is nice of you.”
Gabe stepped forward and placed a hand on my lower back. “Got a minute? I have something quick to talk about.”
I had a good idea of what they wanted. They looked so pleased with themselves, it wouldn’t have surprised me if they’d pulled out notepads and started a line of questioning. Still, what else could I do but step back and let them in?
Riley looked up when we went into the living room. After our shower, we’d thrown on T-shirts and basketball shorts. His hair was still a mess, and anyone who looked closely, like two gay men on a spying mission, could see that no underwear had been involved in his wardrobe decisions. A quick glance down confirmed I was in the same state.
After they took it all in, Gabe cocked his head. “Did we interrupt something?”
Brody grinned, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. “Or someone?”
“The fuck would you be interrupting?” I asked.
