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I swear I hear him laugh and say something along the lines oflook who’s rambling now, but I can’t be sure because it turns into a deep, guttural moan when I peg his prostate just right.

He lifts his legs, holding them back at the knees and spreading himself for me. “Again. Please. Oh God. Again.”

I do it over and over, pushing up and taking over holding his legs back as I slam into him and watch his hand fly to his cock, stroking desperately.

I wasn’t lying. I’m damn close to blowing my load, but it doesn’t happen until I see that moment of unreal bliss on his beautiful face. When his head tips back and he cries out with pleasure, his cum sprays his chest and hits his neck.

That’s when I come deep inside him with two more strokes of my cock inside his heat. “Oh, holy fuck,” I breathe and fall onto him.

He lets out an “oomph” but wraps his arms around me. “Fuck, that was perfect.”

“Did you have any doubt?”

“Nope,” he answers so quickly, I smile into the crook of his neck as he holds me. “You?”

“Not that it would be good for me, but I wanted to make it good for you.”

I can feel him smiling but don’t have the energy to lift my head to see it for myself. “Everything we do is good. I wasn’t worried at all, and you have to stop worrying so much about me, Adam.”

Yeah, not a chance.

And he knows it because he just lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Best Christmas ever.”

Agreed.

TWENTY-EIGHT

ZACH

“Hurry up. We’re going to be late for school,” I gasp and thread my fingers through Adam’s hair.

He looks up at me and cocks his head to the side. “Really?”

A wicked grin comes over my face as I brace my hands on his firm chest and continue riding his thick cock, bringing us both closer to the edge. I swear, this is pretty much what we’ve been doing since Christmas, and I’m not complaining.

My ass may be a little sore, but it’s a small price to pay to have my boyfriend underneath me, his hips flexing and his powerful thighs helping to push his dick deep inside me and hitting that perfect spot each time.

God, I’m addicted.

I mean, really fully it’s-becoming-a-problem addicted. Every chance I can get him inside me, I do. His big hand reaches up and grasps my cock, stroking me with the firm grip I need to get off.

“Oh, yes. That.” I tip my head back and ride him, getting lost in the rhythm and the feeling of being full and stretched by him. His hand is on my dick, guiding me toward release. It’s so damn good.

I come moments later, and it was like he was just waiting for that because he follows me over, his warm release filling my hole and spurting deep within me.

I lean down and kiss him. “Good job.”

He rolls his eyes, and when I lift off him slowly, letting him slip out of me and enjoying the feeling of his cum sliding out of my body, he slaps my ass and makes me laugh. “Let’s go before we’re late,” he mocks me.

We clean up and get dressed quickly. I hope we don’t smell like sex, but also, I kind of hope we do as we head up to the house in our trucks. He takes his brothers to school, and I take the girls to theirs before we meet up in the halls at our own school.

It’s our last semester of high school.

This is it. Christmas break is over, and so much has changed, but I’m ready for all of it. I have to head to class, and everything inside me wants to grab Adam and kiss him hard before sending him off. But we settle for a smile and nod, promising to see each other at lunch before he heads down the hall.

Something else happened over break—something that nearly broke my damn brain. It seems Coach and his assistant coach are together.

Liketogether, together. Like Adam and Zachtogether,and I can’t seem to wrap my head around it. Obviously, it’s not the two-men-together thing for me. It’s the two very influential, huge parts of the community being a couple, out and proud in Kensley.

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