“I have to set you down now,” Connor whispers as he kisses me.
I nod and carefully plant my feet in the far corner of the shower stall.
Neither of us has any idea if the intruder came and went or if they remain in the locker room.
“I’ll go first,” Connor says. “Where are your clothes?”
“Under yours,” I tell him.
He nods and turns to check that the coast is clear before reaching for his towel, but I catch his forearm and pull him back to me. He slams into my chest with a grunt.
“You didn’t tell me when I can see you. That orgasm didn’t even take the edge off, Connor. Look.” I point toward my re-inflating cock. “This has been my permanent state forsix days, baby. Ineedyou.”
“My place. Tonight. Seven-thirty. I’ll make dinner.”
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and cup his ass, squeezing hard before trailing my fingers along his crack.
“Fuck dinner. I’m eatingyou.”
I lean in, intending to kiss him goodbye—until tonight—but it quickly devolves into something wetter, hotter, needier. I want to spin him around, bend him over, and eat his fucking ass right here, but sensing my plans, Connor pulls back.
“Hey, we can’t do this here. I’ll see you and Ren at the simulator in a couple hours. We just have to make it through that, and then it’s you and me and a door that locks, okay?”
A frustrated growl rumbles in my chest. “Fine.”
I get myself off one more time before shutting off the shower. Realizing I don’t have a towel, I prepare myself to get dressed and have the coldest fucking walk home imaginable, but hanging outside the stall is Connor’s lightly damp, but perfectly suitable towel.
Rubbing it across my body, and knowing it was just on his, makes my cock throb with the unquenchable spirit of the champion he is.
Seven-thirty can’t come soon enough.
Chapter 34
Connor
It’s a bitter kind of cold tonight, but I’m outside trying to get my grill to heat up. Feeding Vox is a job I take seriously, not only because his health is my priority as his coach, but as his…boyfriend…his happiness brings me pleasure.
God, can I truly claim him as mine? It’s just so fucking surreal.
I’m trying hard not to think about what comes next, but it’s more than a little nerve-wracking, considering all my eggs are in one basket, and I seem hellbent on smashing every single one of them. If things continue between Vox and me, I’ll have to give up this job, and I certainly won’t be able to join a competitor’s team. And if things between Vox and me come to an end, I don’t think I’d be able to stick around and watch him find happiness with someone else.
After lighting the grill, I go back inside, bourbon in hand, and find Vox letting himself into my cabin right at seven-thirty.
He gives me the sexiest smirk as he removes his jacket. “I figured you didn’t want me to spend longer than necessary on your front porch, so I didn’t bother knocking.”
My eyes hungrily take him in. His hair is dotted with snow; his dark jeans strangle his boarder’s thighs even though he has to wear a belt to keep them around his trim waist. He’s in a black hoodie, and I’m dying to touch what’s underneath.
Overcome with lust and other feelings, I set my drink down to wrap a hand around the back of his neck.
“You never have to knock, hotshot. Wherever I am, you have an invitation to be there as well.”
The corner of Vox’s sexy-as-sin mouth turns up in a cocky half-grin as he wraps his arms around my back.
“So, what you’re saying is I can come inside anytime I want to?” I snort in laughter and shake my head, but I grow serious when he places his lips against my ear and adds, “Because there’s nothing I want more than to come inside you tonight.”
A shaky exhale leaves my lips.
“Before dinner? Or after?” I ask, not bothering to play games and pretend like I don’t want it as much as he does. He’s only fucked me that one time at the hotel, and this time, I want to feel everything. No condom, his cum dripping out of me for days.
