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He stays silent, and I slam myself home as he moans loud enough to wake the dead. But I don’t stop, holding his arms back, as I fuck him relentlessly.

“Fuck!” he cries out. “Please. I need . . .”

I grin, shaking the strands of sweat slicked hair out of my eyes. “What do you need, Doug?”

“I need to come,” he grits out, an exasperated groan falling from his mouth as I slow my thrusts, shifting my hips so that I’m grazing his prostate.

“And who do you want to make you come?”

When he says nothing, I stop moving and he fucking whimpers, trying to fuck himself back against my cock. I shake my head with a laugh.

“Are you that fucking stubborn?” I ask.

“You’re a fucking tosser,” he mutters. “Lane.”

My eyes close briefly, then I smile, blanketing his body with mine and pressing a kiss to his spine. “There. Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Before he can answer, I release his arms, taking his cock in one hand and stroking him in time with the punishing rhythm of my hips.

“Fuck!” Doug roars, his ass pulsing around my cock as he comes. “Lane!Fuck.”

My heart soars at the sound of my name on his lips and I slam into him, chasing my own release, the force of it stealing the breath from my lungs.

“Holy fucking fuck,” Aldo says, his eyes wide as he looks up at me, his muscled chest gleaming with sweat.

Joy turns her head, pressing a kiss to his arm as she smiles. “Ditto.”

Doug chuckles and drops face down onto the bed on Joy’s other side. My come is starting to leak from him, and I swallow a moan at the sight of it.

Pushing a hand through my damp hair, I smile down at the three of them. “You all look deliciously fucked.”

“Housekeeping is going to have fun cleaning up tomorrow.” Doug laughs against the comforter.

I slap Doug’s ass before easing onto the bed beside him, nudging him over. “Well, I don’t know about you, Grandpa, but I’m not done yet.”

Doug turns his head and glares at me.

“Shower,” Aldo mutters. “I need a shower.”

Everyone mumbles their agreement, but at the same time, no one makes a move. I smile to myself as I stare up at the ceiling. This. This is everything I never knew I wanted. And it’s only just beginning.

JOY

Heading up the path toward the pool is becoming bittersweet. There’s only one more week until the season ends, with the last meet hosted at Franklin West, right before spring break. Each time I make this walk, my kit bag against my back, it’s a silent countdown to the end of my swim career. It doesn’t look like Franklin West will win overall this year. We’ll likely come second or third, which isn’t bad, but I’m surprised to find I don’t actually care. If you’d told me a couple of years ago that I’d be okay with anything less than first place, I’d have laughed in your face. Now, other things are more important.

My heart leaps in my chest as I spot Aldo walking along the path in the other direction, coming from the dorms. Dressed in his white and green swim sweats, he’s staring at his phone, head down. I slow my walk, watching and waiting.

It’s only been about ten hours since we saw each other. Sunday morning, after the wedding, Lane went back on the bus with Doug. I know it was because he felt bad that Doug would be the only one left out, but from the teasing photos they sent to our group chat on Sunday night, it looks like they had enough fun of their own.

Aldo and I didn’t get back to campus until late on Sunday night and decided to go our separate ways so we could unpack and actually get some sleep. Well, as much as you can when you have to be up at five a.m. for swim practice.

“Morning, sunshine,” I say when he draws close enough.

He looks up, the confusion on his face immediately melting away as his eyes meet mine. Shoving his phone in his pocket, he closes the distance between us and cups my face, kissing me in a way that has my toes curling and leaves me a little breathless.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he says, nuzzling my neck before stepping back and linking his fingers with mine. “Sleep okay?”

I swallow, my cheeks warm. “Yeah. Erm, what was that for?”

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