“I’m still inside you and you’re already making demands.”
“It’s part of my charm,” I said, shooting him a wink and grinning.
Ezra pulled out slowly and I pursed my lips as I felt the first bit of cum trickle out of me. It was both hot and weird. I glanced down and smirked when I realised a little of my cum had splattered on the floor and the rest had spurted across my pants. Oh well, might as well add more.
I reached down and pulled my boxers and jeans up, squirming slightly as the wet fabric clung to my butt, reminding me exactly what I’d done.
“You like that, don’t you?” Ezra asked, smacking my butt and making me gasp. “Filthy boy.”
“You know I do,” I said, turning around so I could snake my arms around his neck and kiss him. “Take me home and fuck me again? I’ll make you dinner afterwards. And I’ve got vodka too—I bought a bottle of Grey Goose.”
“You spoil me.” He kissed me. “But I think you’ll find I’ll be making dinner. You’ll be too worn out.”
“Oh, will I?” I asked with a smirk, my heart fizzing with delight.
“Absolutely.” Another kiss and I practically melted.
This man really had ruined me. Not just in a sexy way but for everything else too. There was no way anyone else would ever measure up to him. He wasn’t perfect, but neither was I.
And who needed perfect anyway? It was pointless and overrated.
I wanted Ezra just the way he was, sarcasm, broken heart, grey hair, perfect cock, and all.
There was nobody else I wanted to give my heart to. Nobody else I trusted with it.
Ezra had proven he would take care of me in a way nobody else would, and I’d do the same in return. Yeah, he had baggage and scars, but so did I. Everyone was broken in some way, but I’d realised that relationships were about finding that person who saw your broken parts and loved you in spite of them. Who gave you an umbrella when it felt like it would never stop raining.
He was my shelter, and I would be his.
And I was a stubborn wanker. Once I’d made up my mind about something, I wasn’t changing it.
“All right, let’s go,” I said, grabbing the lube off the desk and throwing it into my bag. “You’ve got promises to keep. And you know how impatient I am.”
Ezra chuckled as he did up his trousers. “Of course, it’s part of your charm.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Ezra
It was veryhard to focus on anything work related when Danny was jogging across the pitch in shorts so tiny they should be illegal. It looked like he’d painted them on.
Thank fuck Adam was the one in charge of filming today or half the shots would be of my boyfriend’s arse.
Maybe I’d take a few pictures myself, though, in case I needed a pick-me-up on shit days.
It was the end of September, which meant the start of the new Premiership season, and the home stadium was packed with fans hoping the Knights would kick off their campaign with a bang against newly promoted Brighton. Although they’d already played a couple of matches in the Compass Premiership Rugby Union Cup, which was a knockout competition that started at the beginning of September, the start of the Premiership season felt like more of a big deal.
At least to Danny, who’d put a countdown on his phone for it. His excitement had been ridiculously endearing, and it wasproof that rugby was more than a job to him; it was his entire life.
I was a little worried that, now the season had started, Danny would have less time for our relationship, and for me, but we’d promised to talk about it and regularly check in with each other about how we were feeling. I’d learnt my lesson from Reed, and while I didn’t like the idea of being so vulnerable, I knew it was going to be important to be open with each other.
We’d also promised to spend at least three nights a week together, even if all we did was lie on the sofa and watch sport or reality TV. Although that wouldn’t be a difficult promise to keep because Danny’s flat was so much nicer than mine, so I preferred spending time there to my place. Plus Danny still came up to my office virtually every day after training and half the time we ended up going home together anyway.
Maybe we were moving too fast, but it wasn’t like we’d made plans to move in or anything.
I hadn’t even told him I loved him yet.
That needed to change, though, because he didn’t deserve to be kept in limbo.
