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I forgive you.

He closed his eyes with a long sigh, relaxing into the mattress, and I swallowed them down. I could tell him in the morning. There was no rush. He was exhausted and emotional right now. He was unlikely to believe it, even if I said it.

I’d wait until we were both a little less unsettled.

I urged him to turn over, then spooned up behind him, and fell asleep with him in my arms.

CHAPTER 27

JOEY

“Hey, you awake?”

A breath fluttered the hair against the back of my neck, raising goosebumps. Soft lips followed, tracing a path to the hollow beneath my ear.

I opened my eyes. Weak sunlight snuck through gaps in the blinds in Kit’s bedroom. My heart gave a kick. Kit’s bedroom.

Holy shit. That hadn’t been a dream. Kit had invited me to stay over. He’d given me shorts to sleep in. He’d asked me⁠—

I tensed up, memory flooding in from the night before. I’d told him about the accident. Why the fuck had I done that? As if he’d want my childish excuses for why I’d been so reckless.

“Hey,” he murmured, one hand sliding down my outer arm. “It’s okay, Joey. It’s all okay.”

“No.” My throat went tight. How could it be okay? This didn’t make any sense.

He continued to stroke my skin in gentle, sweeping caresses while his lips skimmed over my shoulder. “How about we finish what we started last night, hm?”

He slipped under the blankets and nuzzled into my armpit. His free hand tugged my hip, urging me to turn on my back, and I didn’t fight it. I wanted more of that touch.

“What about Dakota?” I whispered.

He lifted the blankets to peek up at me, eyes gleaming with amusement. “You’ll just have to be quiet for me.”

He curled his fingers around my morning wood, and I gasped and bit my lower lip.

“Good boy, Joey. Just like that. Nice and silent.”

He ducked back down under the blankets and placed an open-mouthed, wet kiss to the center of my chest. He fisted my cock while lashing his tongue over my right nipple, making me arch and whimper softly.

“Quiet,” he murmured, hot breath fanning over the hardened nipple he’d just teased.

I shivered, body strung tight, and choked back the moan of pleasure trying to rise as he moved to my other nipple, licking and nipping until it throbbed, each pulse of pleasure ricocheting through my body, making me sizzle with need.

When Kit finally took my cock into his mouth, sucking gently, I was floating on a wave of endorphins. I bucked, driving deeper into his mouth. He pinned my hips to the mattress, immobilizing me, and punished me by only sucking the tip of my dick until I thought I’d scream with frustration.

Sensing my approaching breaking point, he threw back the blankets and pulled off. “Ah-ah. Quiet, Joey.”

I huffed an annoyed breath.

“Do you want something?” he asked, all innocence.

“You know what I want,” I muttered.

“So ask me.”

I glared down at him—or tried. He was too damn charming with his hair sticking up in messy waves, a thicker stubble than usual coating his jaw—redder than the rest of his hair—and a tiny spray of freckles showing up in the flush of arousal in his cheeks.

“Will you make me come, Kit?” I asked.