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He’s thoroughly wrecked by the time I finish with him as he stares down at me with full, glassy eyes.
I grin as I rise to my full height, trailing my fingers up his chest as he comes down from his high. His eyes trail down my body, taking on a predatory tilt as he cocks his head and reaches for my dick. It’s my turn to moan into his neck then as his beautiful, soft hand shows me how much he loves me, making my knees tremble. It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before I spill onto his stomach, joining him on the other side, and it is all over for me.
“I love you so much, JT,” I say, head still buried in his neck. “And I’m so proud of you.”
“I love you too,” he sighs. We stand under the hot water stream just breathing until we’re both recovered enough, and I turn the water off.
“Let’s go celebrate you,” I say, throwing him the spare towel I keep up here for when he stays.
“I should call Trey,” he suddenly remembers, pausing with the towel around his back.
“Probably,” I snort out on a laugh.
Selfishly, I’m glad that Trey was a secondary thought to me. That I was the one JT wanted to celebrate with. Selfish yeah, but I can’t help it. I actually love JT’s relationship with his cousin, and I won’t ever stand in the way of that. But I also want to be the guy he turns to first for everything. All the little wins in his life. Even the losses. Even the basketball stuff I don’t fully understand.
And if tonight is any indication, I’m pretty sure I might be winning that unofficial contest. And that doesn’t make me half smug at all.
CHAPTER 30
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Life is officially perfect. I have a signed and accepted offer with the Eastern Greys, the local NBL1 team I had been dreaming to play with. Trey will be there with me too which makes it even more perfect, and I can’t wait to unleash the Sterling Double Trouble on our state conference. We start training with the team next month and I literally cannot wait.
I also finally had the courage to make an appointment with the school counsellor. Quinn walked me right to the door and waited for me outside while I had my first assessment, heart wedged up in my throat. This is the exact type of thing my parents warned me against doing—relying on the outside advice of someone without the correct ‘values’ as them.
But I’m slowly seeing now that these kinds of ingrained views are probably why I need to do this in the first place and I’m proud of myself for taking this step. We’ve set up a therapy plan and I am booked in to see the counsellor once a week for the foreseeable future. The counsellor also has an office outside of school if I want to keep going after the year ends and I am seriously considering doing that.
I also got official confirmation of my first ever perfect grade in the history of my academic life when Mr Peters handed out our science project grades on Friday. I let Quinn know exactly how pleased I was with that grade—which was admittedly mostly due to his genius mind—later that night when were alone.
Then, last weekend I officially passed my driving test, making me a free man with a fully-fledged provisional licence. This is cause for celebration enough but then my grandma and grandpa turned up at my house and, much to the forced enthusiasm of my parents, deposited with me the keys to their vintage 1962 sage green Valiant with its 200,000 plus miles on the odometer but an engine that is only ten years old.
I am officially the happiest person on the planet.
But all of this perfection fades into the background when faced with the facts—that above even all of that, I am utterly, hopelessly and completely in love with the smartest, hottest, sexiest man in the entire universe. And now I have a set of wheels to drive to his house which I take immediate advantage of the moment it is polite to leave my grandparents behind.
Quinn oohed and aahed over the car before I smooth talked him into a long drive down the coast in my brand-new vintage wheels before we parked at a lookout, and I convinced Quinn to go a cheeky round of celebration sex. Or two. I might be losing count by now cos if there’s one thing I know it’s that I cannot get enough of my smoking hot boyfriend. I am so horny for him.
Like, I think I’m obsessed with him.
It’s becoming an issue.
But now that my life is sorted, or at least semi-sorted, I’m also aware that it’s the pointy end of the academic year for Quinn. Yes, I too have final exams, but I think it’s probably clear by now my future does not lie the academic way. But Quinn’s certainly does, and I am trying so hard to respect the fact he needs to study to get the grades for law school.
So I’ve been spending a lot of time outside at Quinn’s house shooting hoops by myself or watchingEmily in Pariswith Amy, waiting for the snippets of attention he can lavish on me. But I don’t push, and I know when to leave him be in his own little genius world. Besides, I always get him alone eventually.
Then, on Saturday Gran invites us all out to lunch, and I am really excited. I’ve still only met her the one time at my basketball grand final, but I would like to make a better impression than the sweaty guy she met that night. Quinn smiles when I arrive on his doorstep in my nicest blue jeans and a white linen button down.
“Well, look at you,” he says, that half smile on his face as he looks me up and down. “My boyfriend scrubs up real pretty.”
“Just trying to up the classy stakes like you,” I shrug, noting the fact he always looks so effortlessly put together. Like he does now in those black jeans and navy v neck.
“You know I like how you dress,” he says as he pulls me in and pecks a kiss to my cheek. “And I like you even more when you’re completelyundressed.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s very so. But I’m glad you’re still in your Nike kicks. Some things should never change.”
“I’m afraid basketball shoes make up my entire wardrobe,” I shrug guiltily.
