He laughs, and I realize how that sounds. But it quickly turns into a moan when I wrap a hand around both of us, needing to fall over the edge before I get stupid.
“Are you going to come for me, Angel?”
He whimpers and nods. “I’m close.”
I roll my hand, thrust into him, and watch him come completely undone. He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. His eyes meet mine, and he gasps, cum splashing between us.
“Come with me.” His head falls back, exposing his throat.
I kiss down his neck and explode, wrecked with the intensity of it.
We stand there for a long time, breathing hard.
“Hurry the fuck up. The bus is going to leave soon,” Seaborn calls from somewhere way too close.
“Shit.”
We both wash ourselves as quickly as possible.
In under an hour,we’re all in a club with bottles of champagne and shots lined up.
“The wedding’s going to be fun.”
Angel makes a face. “I forgot we have to see Mark again.”
“He’ll get over it, or we’ll ruin his day, and frankly, I’m fine with both.”
He rolls his eyes but is smiling. “Want to go a few days early and stay with my grandfather?”
“I’d like that.” Maybe in that time, I’ll figure out how to say what I need to say.
Because we haven’t talked about any of it. Not the draft, or moving, or what he wants to do after we graduate. It’s all hanging on my dream, and I need him to get on the same page.
Would Archangel really be happy being just a WAG? We’ve joked about it, but it might be insulting. What if we end up someplace he can’t even use his degree?
For as close as we are, it’s always been a taboo topic. Neither one of us wanted to discuss what we’d do when I could end up anywhere, and we didn’t have an excuse to sleep under the same roof anymore.
I hate that I don’t know what he wants to do, or if he’d be happy following. I could end up in a city he hates. Or back in the south.
I’m so secure in us and how I feel. I hate this.
“Coach is fucking here!” Savage calls out.
“What?” Cox turns, scanning, and his whole face lights up.
Sure enough, Hawke is in a tight-ass button-down, carefully making his way around the edge of the room, using his cane as much to keep the drunk people at bay as a walking aid.
“He’s already fighting people off,” I yell over the music, teasing Cox.
“Don’t even start. He gets hit on nonstop.”
Coach Hawke is a silver fox and hot as fuck, so I’m zero surprised.
“Did you ask him to come out?”
“I told him the whole team is here, and he should enjoy it,” Cox yells back. “He probably won’t stay long.”
“Maybe he’ll teach me how to fight off all the girls,” Archangel cuts in. “I’m going to need it with this one going pro, considering his reputation.”
