“If you want me to,” Thad choked out.
“Yeah. Fill me up.”
“Graham,” he whispered brokenly.
He closed his eyes, letting everything else fall away. He let go of his worries about how they’d navigate this relationship, let go of his fears of not being enough for Graham, let his world narrow to the scent of Graham’s body, to the feel of him so slick and tight around him.
And then he was coming, suddenly and with little warning, the orgasm torn from him and released on a shocked gasp.
He clutched Graham tightly to him, hips stuttering, breathing ragged, emptying into Graham until it was almost too much.
He let out a wet gasp, burying his face against Graham’s shoulder as he finally stilled.
“I’ve never felt anything like this,” Thad whispered thickly, and he meant more than the heady release and the way it had wiped his mind clean of everything except the man he loved.
His entire world turned upside down.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Graham awoke the following morning, smiling before he even blinked his eyes open.
Last night had been …
Yeah, he felt a lot better now.
And not because of the sex, though that had been incredible. Graham could still feel the phantom ache from Thad’s cock inside him but there wasn’t a single ounce of regret in him, even though they did have a game today.
All he felt was drowsy contentment.ReliefThad had listened. That he’d seemed to understand what Graham was trying to say to him. That Graham wasn’t going to let him go without a fight.
That they needed to be in this together, fighting together for something so good it left Graham breathless and dizzy with the possibilities.
Graham squinted an eye open to check the clock and saw he had fifteen minutes left until his alarm went off.
Thad had left. Graham could tell already. The sheets beside him were cool and the apartment was still and quiet.
That was okay.
Graham didn’t have the feeling Thad had one foot out the door anymore. He wasn’t sure exactly what had changed. The conversation with Madison hadn’thurtbut he didn’t think it was all because of that. Because of him.
He thought it had more to do with the look in Thad’s eyes when he opened the door last night. The way he’dlistenedand what he said, and the way he’d touched Graham after.
Once they’d come down from the high of their orgasms, Thad had carefully rolled Graham onto his side and wrapped his arms around him, their bodies tangled together, his cum wetting the insides of Graham’s thighs and making him feel flushed with the reminder of what they’d done.
But it was the look in Thad’s eyes that had made Graham feel shaky and overwhelmed. The look was softer than usual.
Less guarded.
He’d kissed Graham once, slowly and deeply, then held him close.
For the longest time Graham had buried his face against Thad’s neck and breathed in the scent of him. Thad had trailed his fingers up and down Graham’s back while they lay there, not speaking, the touch enough to say exactly what they felt.
Now, Graham hugged a pillow to his chest and smiled, remembering the careful way Thad had cleaned him up after, whispering that maybe next time he’d use his tongue.
The thought, combined with the lingering effects of whatever Graham had been dreaming about made him hard and he idly stroked his cock now, remembering.
But he heard Murphy whining at the condo door, asking to be let out, and there was practice to get to.
Graham forced himself to sit upright and his gaze landed on the nightstand and he found a glass of water and a note.
