“Yes. Christ. Make me come.”
He growls, then pulls out, rolling to his back and pulling me on top of him. I straddle Lucas, reaching behind me to take hold of his cock and work him back inside me. He pulls my head down so we’re kissing again while he fucks up and into me. His hands move to my waist, and I wrap a hand around my shaft, stroking in tandem with his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my ass.
Before I can do anything to stop it, my orgasm takes over, my head dropping back, body buzzing, thighs tensing as I lose myself to the most intense pleasure. I shoot all over his chest, my release landing against his skin as Lucas arches up, still thrusting.
“Fuck…me too. Gonna give you my load,” he says, and I realize how much I want it, how much I wish there was no condom between us. His dick twitches, hands tightening, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he comes. Lucas kisses me, then rolls me to the bed beside him. “I’ll be right back.”
He goes into the en suite, and I hear water running. He’s in there for only a moment before coming back and wiping me down with a washcloth.
“Come here,” I say, pulling him toward the bed.
“Let me get rid of this.”
“Throw it on the floor. I don’t care.”
He drops the washcloth, then climbs into bed. I feel…open…raw. Like he’s put more of me on display, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“I’m a terrible person,” I say, resting my head on Lucas’s chest. He wraps an arm around me.
“I’m fairly certain that out of the two of us, that would be me.” He kisses the top of my head. “I don’t want to be a reason for you to hate yourself.”
“I think I’d hate myself more if I stopped,” I admit, the truth heavy in the air between us.
“Then we won’t stop.”
“Good,” I say, then out of nowhere, something hits me. “Do I get to see your darkroom yet, next time I come over?”
Lucas barks out a laugh at my ridiculousness, something I feel more at ease being when I’m with him. “Maybe.”
“I gave you my ass, Lucas, and I can’t even get that?”
“I didn’t say no.”
“Fine. I guess I’ll have to accept that.” I kiss his chest. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”
Lucas grins. “You?”
“I think that can be arranged.” Another kiss. “But only if I can do you too.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Lucas
It’s been afew weeks since the first time I stayed at Hunter’s, and almost every night he’s been in town since, I’m there. By silent agreement, we don’t mention Ellis or that what we’re doing might be wrong. We don’t talk about any of the things we want to avoid. He’ll go to practice and ask about my schedule for the day, then say something like,Wanna come over tonight?And I always say yes and always spend the night. When he’s traveling, he’ll be like,I leave on Friday or Saturday and won’t be home until Sunday night…maybe you can come over after work on Monday, and again, I always say yes.
We’ve gone on numerous hikes and taken drives down Highway1, simply to have moments together outside the house, but that’s the extent of what we do in public, both of us afraid that being seen together will bring this to an end.
All the while, Hunter’s been playingincredibly. They don’t win every week, but the whole football world is buzzing about the Comeback King.
We just got out of the shower, Hunter sitting on his bed, wearing nothing but a towel. I go through my camera bags, making sure I have everything I need.
“You gonna get dressed, or is clothing optional at practice today?” I tease, raising one of my film cameras like I’m going to take a photo.
“I only want to wrestle naked with you.” He pumps his brows.
I expect him to tell me not to take a photo, but he doesn’t say anything, so I look at him over the top of the camera and ask, “Can I? No one will see it.”
