“Oh, thank God. Me too,” Rhys whispered before delving into my mouth again. “You literally could not pay me to leave this bed.”
“Same,” I said, trailing kisses down his neck and across his collarbones.
Grabbing one of his pecs, he jiggled it, angling his flushed nipple toward my mouth. I dipped my head, tonguing his nipple,then playing with it, getting it hard before sucking it into my mouth.
“Harder,” Rhys gasped, reaching for the lube.
I happily complied, burying my face into his chest as I hollowed out my cheeks. He slid his fingers between my ass cheeks, slick with lube. Jerking when he pushed the two middle digits inside me, I let out a grunt and then a sigh.
After I switched to his other nipple to give us a better angle, he rubbed his hard-on against my thigh. I dialed down the suction, letting my hand drift down to his cock, jacking him off as he finger fucked me.
The slow rolling orgasm took him first, then me. I grabbed a discarded T-shirt and wiped us down before we rinsed off and then quickly got back into bed.
“Jesus,” I whispered as he held me, pressing his massive chest to my back. “Who knew that terrible first date would lead to this?”
“CUPID, apparently,” Rhys joked. “That algorithm knew what it was doing, putting us together. Not that I’ll ever need it again.”
I laughed as he froze up behind me. Twisting to see his face, I kissed his cheek. “What’s up? What made you stiffen up like that?”
“I—I didn’t want you to think that I was pressuring you, or whatever. It was just a joke.”
I gave him the so-so sign. “It was a good joke, but you’re right. I can’t imagine needing it again, either.”
He furrowed his brows, expression serious. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. I mean, we still have a lot to learn about each other, but this feels different, right?”
“It does.”
I kissed him and smiled when he kissed me back. “Then this is the beginning, and I don’t see an end in sight.”
EPILOGUE
Rhys
It had been a little under three months since our terrible first date, and a lot had happened in that time. My team was, so far, undefeated in regular season, and I’d been right about Taavi, Ruiz, and the twinky HR guy. Pretty sure they were a throuple at this point. Sev and I had been attending sign language classes together, and we’d picked up a lot of vocabulary. My grammar still sucked, but it was improving.
Tyler and Lindsay decided they’d move in together at the end of summer when her lease was up, which gave me a few months to find a place of my own. Coach’s wife came through on the endorsement deals, though, and I’d had more breathing room, financially.
The biggest change, however, had to do with the fact that I was standing outside of Sev’s recovery room, holding a massive flower arrangement. The more we’d hung out with Coach and his family, the more Sev had realized that he really would be better off with two implants instead of one.
He was able to brow beat his insurance into covering part of it, and we crowd-funded the rest through a rugby car wash that sorta accidentally went viral in the Austin area. That tended tohappen, we’d discovered, when you got a bunch of rugby lads shirtless and soapy. We’d snarled up traffic by the stadium, and the Austin Police Department had chided us for creating mayhem—oops—but we got the necessary funds together.
Gripping the daisies that I knew my rough-looking guy loved, I peeked my head around the curtain. I smiled at Sev’s mom and dad, who looked as tired as I felt. We’d all been up at four thirty a.m. to get him to the hospital on time. The surgery went smoothly, and the doctor had been able to learn from Sev’s first surgery regarding the placement of the internal device.
He still had to recover before they installed the processor on the other side, but everything was looking good.
Sev blinked slowly, still groggy from the meds, but he looked good. I set the arrangement next to his bed and he gave me a dopey smile, completely incongruent with his tatted-up look.
“You’re here,” he slurred. Fucking adorable.
“I’m here.”
“I missed you.”
“It’s not even lunchtime.”
“Still,” Sev grumped, scrunching his face. “Any amount of time away from my one true love is too long.”
