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"Don't stop," Blakely pleads, his eyes locked on mine.

That's all it takes—one last powerful thrust, and we both come undone. Blakely's body convulses beneath me as he climaxes, his hot seed spilling onto our entwined bodies. My own release follows shortly after, filling him with a heat that seems to engulf us both.

"Oh god... Brock!" he cries out, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Blakely," I groan into his lips, cum flying out of my cock, filling him.

My body trembles as the waves of my crescendo surge through me. Every nerve ending comes alive, electrified by the intensity of my orgasm. The sensation is indescribable—like a supernova exploding within me, sending shockwaves of pure ecstasy that radiate outwards to engulf both Blakely and me.

"Blakely." I’m almost lightheaded from the overwhelming release.

Our breath mingles as we devour each other’s mouths, basking in the afterglow. With caveman intensity, I lift Blakely into my arms, carrying him over to the window where the afternoon sun blazes across the room. I press him against the cool glass, my fingers tangled in the fabric of the football jersey he's still wearing.

"Wow, Brock... That was... wow," he stammers, cheeks flushed and breath coming in short pants. His fingers tighten on my biceps, grounding us both as we begin to come down from our dizzying high.

The football jersey he's still wearing is damp and sticky with our combined arousal, but I don't care—it's a symbol of our love and passion.

"God, you drive me crazy. To think that I'd feel all these things for my stepbrother. What a fucking dream. I’m obsessed with you. I can’t keep my dick soft."

"I love you!"

"I love you too. Shower?" I suggest, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Blakely nods eagerly. "Definitely."

As we step into the warm spray of the shower, I marvel at how perfectly our bodies fit together, as if we were always meant to be like this. The water cascades over us, washing away any lingering traces of sweat and desire, and leaving us refreshed and rejuvenated.

"Here," I say, reaching for the soap. "Let me."

I gently start lathering up his body, taking my time to explore every curve and contour of his beautiful form. He leans back against me, sighing contentedly as my hands glide across his skin.

"Feels amazing," he murmurs, his voice practically purring.

I press a soft kiss to the nape of his neck as a response.

As our shower comes to an end, I scoop Blakely into my arms and carry him back to the bedroom, both of us wrapped in fluffy towels. The sun is beginning to set outside, casting a warm, golden glow across the room.

I set Blakely down gently and pull him close for another tender kiss. "I can't think of a better way to end this day."

CHAPTER27

BLAKELY

The Riverside football stadium bustles with excitement as the big game kicks off. The Riverside Rawdogs are taking on the Des Moines Bluejays, and the energy in the air is palpable.

I'm sandwiched between Stella and Waxley in the stands, all of us munching on peanuts, their shells littering the ground around our feet.

"Go, Brock!" Stella shouts, her hands cupped around her mouth. Waxley echoes her enthusiasm, grinning from ear to ear.

"Isn't it amazing?" I'm unable to contain my own excitement. "He's been working so hard for this."

"Totally." Waxley tosses another peanut into his mouth. "I can't wait to see him crush it out there."

Despite the contagious excitement around me, a knot of anxiety twists in my stomach. What if Iwastoo much of a distraction to Brock? Football is his life, and getting drafted would be a dream come true for him. If my presence somehow hurt his chances, I don't think I could ever forgive myself.

"Hey, Blakely." Stella’s voice cutting through my thoughts. "You okay?"

"Yeah, you look kinda worried," Waxley adds, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.

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