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Truthfully, I am outrageously excited for this too. To be in him completely bare, nothing between us. I’ve done this before with past boyfriends, but nobody has ever come close to what JT means to me. The love I feel for him.
He’s as impatient as I am as I carefully prep him for me, spending a few extra minutes just to string this along until he’s huffing at me to hurry up.
“You want this on your back or your front?” I ask.
“Front,” he replies, shifting onto his stomach, spreading his knees for me, his chest on the bed.
And when I finally give in and give us what we both want, I swear on all that I am that nothing has ever felt better in all my life. He’s pure sweetness as he clenches around me, the sounds he’s making like it’s the best moment of both our lives. And really, it might just possibly be as he looks back up at me from the pillow, so much love and trust in his big green eyes as I push all the way inside him.
I don’t move for a moment, taking my time to enjoy him until I can’t take it any longer. I run my hand down his spine, holding him in place, his sounds like a gift as we start to move, slow and sweet before the inevitable heat catches us both up in its wake. I give him everything I have and he gives me even more in return.
We both collapse afterwards, exhausted beyond anything but more satisfied than I have ever been. I have always loved everything JT and I have done but that felt even more special.
“I can’t believe how good that feels. Just so you know, we are doing that again. Immediately,” he sighs.
I laugh. “I wouldn’t expect anything else from you, my insatiable, sweet, sexy as hell boyfriend.”
“I’m obsessed with you, Quinn,” he says. “You make me crazy for you.”
“I know,” I agree. “You make me just as crazy.”
“We’re kind of perfect for each other, aren’t we?” he mulls, eyes still glazed, skin flushed. I’m sticky and warm and I kind of want to go to the bathroom but I can’t move either, basking in the afterglow with JT.
“We are perfect for each other,” I agree. “And I don’t plan on ever letting you go, JT.Jethro.”
He sighs, the sound so content and pleased that I feel a welling of love for him. “That’s good. Cos I’m not going anywhere. Ever. I’m going to be like one of those stage five clingers you can’t ever get rid of.”
I laugh, smoothing my hand down his soft skin. “You know, I was thinking maybe next time you could be the one on top,” I mention, keeping my tone casual. I don’t know what JT thinks of topping but I also want him to know I’m open to it if it’s something he wants. He hasn’t responded so I look across at him, seeing the contemplative way he’s looking at me.
“Really?” he asks.
“Of course,” I tell him. “If it’s something you want. I love the way we’re doing things now but I’m open to everything with you.”
“Yeah, Quinn,” he replies. “I would like that.”
“Okay then,” I grin. “Give me some recovery time and we can go again.”
“Deal,” he grins, the light springing to his eyes.
I huff out a laugh, pulling him in for a kiss because words are never enough when I am with him. And I know I’ll never stop telling him or showing him exactly how much I love him, something I just know is never going to end.
EPILOGUE
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2 years later
He’s still not here and I am getting anxious as the time ticks down to the start of what will be my last game with the Eastern Grey’s. Trey’s too for that matter and all our family are out in full force for tonight. Although that is completely standard at any of the Grey’s games where the Sterling/Dayton representation is notoriously strong. And loud.
Uncle Alec and Aunt Billie are here, in deep discussion with Dad about something while Mum chats with Grandpa, and Benji and Abbie squabble with Bethany and Archie.
“Quit worrying. He’ll be here,” Trey says with just a little bit of sass as I miss the pass on our warmup drill again. “When has he ever missed a game?”
“Well, never,” I concede, still not able to stop my eyes from drifting to the entryway.
Coach Vizard calls us in, and Trey and I jog to the bench, ready for his pre-match pep talk. Oh yeah, that one was a nice surprise when Trey and I turned up for our first day of training with Eastern Grey’s two years ago. Turned out we weren’t the only ones being scouted by the club and Coach has now been here as long as we have. There have been a few loud (and generally substantiated) rumours that Coach flat out refused to sign on unless the Grey’s signed both me and Trey up together. Something neither us nor the club we have had some incredible success with these past two years is regretting.
Oh and yeah, I am still Coach’s favourite.
