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After a few seconds, my body adjusts, and as I place my hand on Hollister’s chest, it hits me that he’s inside of me right now.

I start out slow, rocking carefully to try it out, then, like a wild beast uncaged, I let loose. With my head thrown back, I ride his dick like a bucking bull, absolutely blissed out as I find my prostate and use Holl’s dick to nail it over and over again.

My body shivers and goosebumps cover my skin. I’m getting close, and based on how his cock swells inside me, Holl is too. I open my eyes to hold his gaze, my stomach fluttering at the intense emotions on his face, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest as I push us both to the edge.

I’m torn between wanting his cum on me and wanting it in me, but our bodies make the decision before I can work it out. Hot cum shoots from my cock across his chest, hitting his chin. Holy shit, I came untouched.

Hollister cries out my name, “Ax, Ax, Ax,” like a chant as his orgasm rips through him. I feel the tug and swell inside me and I imagine his cum spreading through me. I fall forward and balance myself on the headboard as we ride this incredible wave. My body seems intent on keeping him inside me, and the thought of staying like this forever sounds fucking badass to me.

Eventually the aftershocks subside, but I manage to drag my fingers through the cum on Hollister’s chest and feed it to him with shaky hands. He licks my fingers like a starving man, and I snag his lips in another kiss, tasting myself on his tongue.

As we lie together, hot and sweaty, his softening cock slips out of my body, followed by a trickle of warm cum. I chuckle, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

“Bad news, Holl.”

“What?”

“I’m officially addicted. You’re gonna have to fuck me a lot.”

He blows out a breath, dragging his fingers through my hair even with bound wrists. “I think I can handle that.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

HOLLISTER

What a week it’s been. Seven days ago I walked out of my job and started to envision a new future for myself. One where I’m in love with my best friend and the possibilities are endless.

I roll to my side just to watch him sleep for a minute. After years of waking early, I’m always up before him, but I like that. These sleepy mornings with my body tangled around his and his warm breath on my neck have turned into my favorite thing.

Today I have a surprise for Axel, and I think he’s gonna flip out. I can’t wait. The old me never would’ve had the nerve, but the new Hollister is all about pushing outside my comfort zone.

I lean in and press a kiss to Axel’s neck, inhaling his sleepy scent with residual hints of yesterday’s cologne and deodorant. He’s been the most important person in my life since we were just kids, but I never expected it to be like this.

I swear my heart swells with love, pleasant tightness wrapping around me like a bear hug. I already know we’re going to spend forever together—we always were—but I want the official hoopla that comes with being in love and life partners. I want to get up in front of friends and family and declare my love and commitment to Axel. I want to put a ring on his finger so everyone knows he’s taken.

I want to marry him.

Axel stirs, scooting closer and throwing his arm over me. The peace inside me is such a contrast to literally every relationship before this one, even my marriage. Maybe it’s because there are no expectations outside of the two of us just being ourselves. We already know each other’s quirks, our strengths and weaknesses. Our dynamic already worked, it’s just better now. Axel will never pressure me for kids or drag me to family events I don’t want to go to. Besides, we already know each other’s families. We already know how we feel about kids and how we want to spend our later years.

I reach out and card my fingers through his hair, smiling as his eyes finally open.

“You’re thinking,” he whispers. “I can hear your brain.”

Chuckling, I nod. “Yeah, but it’s all good stuff. Promise.”

Axel focuses on me, a serene expression on his face. “I’m so happy, Holl.”

“Me too.” I lean close and press a quick kiss to his lips. As I pull back, marveling at the beauty of his eyes and the way they shine with love for me, the words in my heart tumble out. “Marry me, Axel.”

His eyes go wide. “What?”

“Marry me. Please. I want this to be official. I know we both said we’d never get married again but—”

“You want to marry me?”

I nod as certainty spreads through me. “Yeah.”

He releases a breathy laugh. “I want to marry you too, Holl. It’s been on my mind a lot and I was thinking about pulling off some elaborate proposal, but this works too. It fits us.”

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