“Yes. Yours.” He turns his head and we kiss, my tongue in his mouth, my dick in his ass, pumping long and slow into him. We make out for a while that way, kissing and fucking, me slow-dicking him, driving us both to the edge before pulling back again. My right hand slides down his body, slick from lubing up earlier. I wrap my hand around him, love the feel of his dick in my hand and his ass around my prick as Hunter King gives himself to me. My fucking king.
“Harder,” he says when our mouths part. It’s what I need too, so I push him down, his chest against the mattress, grip his hips, and slam into him again.
Hunter calls out my name as I keep going, keep giving him what we both need. His tight hole is perfect around my dick, the best hole I’ve ever had. He makes a needy sound each time my dick brushes against his prostate. His hands fist the pillows, face pressed into the bed, mouth open in pleasure while he rambles words like,yes,right there,wanna feel you afterward,fuck me, Lucas.
The sex feels dirty, but not just that. Like we both need to prove to each other this will be okay, like it’s a way for us each to say we’re in this together, this is what we need, and whatever happens, we’ll work through it.
I’m telling him I love him with each stroke. Hunter is saying the same with each mumbled word and inhalation of breath. And just when I think I won’t be able to last much longer, Hunter says, “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Do it with me, baby. Fill me up when I shoot my load.”
No chance in hell I’m not making that happen.
I pump my hips harder, faster. The second I feel his movements get jerkier, hear the familiar sounds he makes thatare now imprinted on my brain, I know he’s about to lose control.
“That’s it. Come for me, Hunt. Give me all you’ve got. I want it, want all of you. Forever.”
He cries out, hole spasming, cock twitching in my hand as he shoots, hot, thick cum sliding through my fingers and hitting the bed beneath us. My balls draw up, emptying inside him, the room spinning as I fuck an orgasm out of each of us, draining everything in my nuts for him.
When we’re done, neither of us moves right away, just staying there until Hunter pulls forward, my dick slipping from his ass. He lies on his back, pulling me on top of him, kissing me, wrapping his legs around me, murmuring against my lips. “Love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too, Hunt.”
“I see what you’re doing, why you try to make yourself the bad guy. You’re trying to give your father an excuse for being who he is to you, but you’re wrong, and he’s wrong. You’re so fucking good, Lucas, and I can’t wait for you to realize it.”
His words hit something inside me. Is that what I do? I didn’t realize it, but all I know is, I want to believe Hunter is right. I’m going to find a way to believe Hunter is right. “Thank you.”
We don’t bother cleaning up, just lie there together, a mess of lube, sweat, and cum, which honestly, is sexy as fuck.
“I’m sorry you lost my father,” I eventually say.
“I’m not. At least not in the way I thought I would be. I’m sorry he feels the way he does, but I can’t… I don’t want that in my life. I can’t stop thinking about what you said about Ellis, and it has me wondering if I really knew him the way I thought I did. Or hell, if he knew himself. Had he loved football or just wanted to impress his father? And then with me…”
“No. Ellis loved you. Not because you’re good at football or brought him closer to Dad. He lovedyou.” I almost hate saying the words, fear that it will make him realize it’s still Ellis he loves, but I don’t want Hunter to ever feel that how my brother felt about him wasn’t real, and I don’t want Ellis’s character questioned either. We had a rocky relationship, but he was a good man. “Ellis wouldn’t do that.”
“Yeah…you’re right.”
“I’m tired,” I say.
“Me too. Let’s go to sleep.”
Hunter turns out the lights and pulls me close, being the big spoon for a change, and before I have time to be surprised about it, I fall asleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Hunter
For once, Lucascan sleep when I can’t. I’m still trying to wrap my head around today—hell, around the last couple of months. It feels like all this change, growth, fear, confusion, disappointment, sadness, happiness, guilt, love, all kept building and building until it came to a head today with Coach—no, withBlake Sr.He doesn’t deserve the title of Coach anymore. Not from me. A coach is someone I respect, someone who thinks about more than himself.
I hate that he makes me question things, that he makes me wonder what in my life was a lie, but the one thing I don’t question is the man sleeping peacefully beside me.
Lucas is everything I didn’t know I wanted, everything I didn’t know I needed. He’s strong and loving, independent, unique, and caring. He’s spent his life being made to believe he’s not worthy, all because he didn’t do whatone manwanted him to do. I don’t ever want him to feel that way again. I don’t care what it costs me.
As quietly as possible, I slip out of bed. Lucas doesn’t stir as I grab my phone, pull on a pair of joggers, and sneak out of the room.
Downstairs, Mom is the first person I call. It’s late, but hopefully she’s still awake. She’s always been a night owl. We used to talk late at night like this when I was off at college,then when I first got drafted. Mom called it our good-night call, and we’d chat about our days as the last thing we did before going to sleep. I don’t remember when that stopped, but the thought of doing it now feels right.
Mom answers on the second ring. “Hey, you. Is everything okay?” she asks, her voice soft and full of concern she’s trying to hide.
“Yeah. It’s kinda messed up but also good, and I wanted to talk to my mom.”
