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“Why are you frowning, then?” he asked.

It was odd how free I felt in this instant. After all, for the past two years, Caden’s presence had always put me on edge. But now, lying naked, ankles crossed with my dick out and soft, I didn’t care how he perceived me. In some way, we were beyond that. “Er…you didn’t hurt me, exactly,” I explained, my hand moving between my legs. I spread my legs a little and moved my fingers over my hole. It was warm and still a little wet, but it didn’t throb painfully or sear me. It was perfectly normal. And yet, it was a little weird. “It’s just that we have a game tomorrow and you kinda destroyed my ass.”

Caden laughed once in surprise, then again when I grinned. The feeling remained unchanged, but it wasn’t something I disliked. It was only that I’d never known it before and needed to learn how to act while it lasted.

“Laugh all you will,” I said like it was all the same to me. Then, I looked into his eyes like I was threatening him. “But I’m topping you next.”

Caden’s laughter stopped abruptly, but his lips were stuck in a smile. “Oh, hell no. If you want this, you’ll have to take it.” He gestured at his entire body and I understood his double meaning. But next time, I wouldn’t ‘take it’ quite the way he suggested.

I would claim it.

I winked and slipped out of the bed. “We’ll see about that, Jones.” And with that, I walked into the bathroom, screwed my lucky showerhead back onto the hose and took a long, hot shower that relaxed all my muscles.

Even then, flutters occasionally passed through my stomach. Especially when I returned to the room and found Caden dozing off on the bed where I’d left him. He was completely naked, one leg stretched out and the other bent, his foot tucked under his straight leg. His balls were still heavy, hanging down his taint, but his cock was soft and perfectly normal size. His abs were relaxed, but the shadows in their ridges were always present. And his arms, one under his head and the other on my side of the bed were veiny and swollen with constant exercise.

If I were a completely reckless human being, caring only about my own needs as he’d always believed, I would have photographed him right here and now. The sight was too breathtaking to miss. But I wasn’t that person. So I took a mental photo of him.

I didn’t know what I wanted to do with it. I only knew I couldn’t let myself forget this moment of peace and beauty.

Chapter Thirteen

CADEN

I woke up with a start. My eyes peeled open and I blinked at the gray dawn outside the glass balcony door. For a moment, I was lost. The mist outside was unlike anything I saw on a typical morning. But this was far from a normal morning.

In the two heartbeats of wakefulness, I realized I was away. In a hotel room’s bed rather than my own. And when my left arm jerked to support me getting up, my fingers brushed against a heated body. A sleepy snore of a grumble pulled my attention to the other half of the bed. He wasn’t on his side at all but had pushed me to the very edge of mine and claimed all the free space for himself.

Beckett was sprawled out on his front on top of the comforter. He didn’t seem cold. The room’s heating was fired up to unbearable levels. Under the dawn light, Beckett’s features were soft and subdued. He was naked. His right arm was stretched out over the other half of the bed. His legs were spread wide, one bent and the other one straight. His ass was a perfectly sculpted mound on an already breathtaking body. His unruly, floppy hair fell over his brow and sides, a long-lost fade keeping it away from his ears.

He mumbled something in his sleep, probably complaining that I’d dared to touch him and disturb his rest. And then he turned around, making me gasp instead of breathing. He lay on his back, legs still spread in a messy tangle, one bent at the knee and the other claiming even more space on my stretch of the mattress. His abs were relaxed, but as firmly carved as mine and his chest rose and fell steadily. He threw one arm over his eyes, revealing a light brown patch of hair over his armpit. His other hand traveled down his torso to the massive morning erection that must have bothered him awake. He gripped it once, idly, pushing his thick cock down, then letting it flap back against his abdomen. It jerked on its own once, a moment later, but Beckett’s hand was back on his chest, scratching lightly over his firm pecs.

Why the hell are you so attractive? I wondered about that as I slowly got up, my own body reacting to the sight before me. I had only just started exploring the joys of waking up naked next to a guy and I raced into Beckett’s bed like a moth raced to a lightbulb. Or was pulled into it, I suppose. It was a more accurate way to describe just how I ended up here.

As I stood up and stretched, annoyed with the quick swelling of my cock and the shallowness of my breath that came with arousal, I decided there was no point in wondering. Whatever had led me here was long out of my control. We had sex last night. Nothing would ever change that.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to change.

His body had been so receptive to me and not just when I inserted myself inside of him, but when I touched him, too. When I sucked him off and ate him up, he went along with it like it was precisely what he’d hoped for.

I left him to sleep and entered the bathroom, ashamed that I had fallen asleep before I’d had the chance to shower last night. I stepped into the shower cabin and let the hot water run. It washed away old sweat and remnants of dried cum. When I soaped myself up and massaged my muscles, Beckett was on my mind. The entire thing had been almost like a fantasy. It had felt like a dream. Even now, I couldn’t perform the mental gymnastics required to put Beckett into that situation and still have him be the person I had always known. Not only had he slept with a guy, but he had eagerly bottomed for one. And not just any guy, but the guy he had pushed around and dismissed at every turn for the past two years.

The tenacious relationship we had built over the years was founded on quicksand. I had always been his superior in the team hierarchy, but he had never acknowledged it. Instead, he became my captain, leaving me in an undefined, undetermined situation I hardly understood. And yet, he leaped at the opportunity to sleep with me.

And I took little persuasion if I were being honest. I’d tried to push him away for his own good as much as mine. I had tried to walk out on him because I hadn’t wanted to babysit a bi-curious teammate and teach him things. But when I returned to the room last night, Beckett proved just how determined he was.

Seeing his bare torso and finding out that he had prepared himself for me was too much to ignore.

When I washed the soap off myself, I decided I regretted nothing. I’d had plenty of one-night stands. This would be no different. Beckett had gotten what he wanted and I had gotten a fun night for myself as well. So long as I didn’t confuse the passion of our bedroom fun for something that wasn’t there, we were in the clear. So long as I remembered that Beckett was, and had always been, a bit of a brat who claimed whatever he desired. Including sex with me.

That was a hard sentiment to keep at the forefront of my mind when I returned to the room and found Beckett awake, naked, and smiling. “When I opened my eyes and you weren’t there, I thought I dreamt everything.”

I snorted and glanced just slightly down from his eyes that he understood. “Doesn’t it feel like you took nine and a half inches last night?”

Beckett winced and moved his hips as if testing whether they worked. “Now that you mention it, I’m worried about tonight’s game.”

I hooked my thumbs inside the big towel I had wrapped around my waist. My dick would betray me any moment and start lifting the towel unless I acted fast. “Are you feeling good?”

We exchanged a long look in silence before Beckett rocked his head left and right. “If you’re asking me if I’m freaking out, I’m not.”