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I don’t reply. I just pull him down to me, kissing him like it’s our last night on earth. As my tongue thrusts into his mouth, he trails his fingers over my skin, pinching my nipples, squeezing my ass—they’re everywhere, and I love it.

He slides a little deeper into me, and this time, he groans. It’s slow at first, the sting, the stretch, the pressure from having his cock so deep inside my ass, but I like it. I might love it. Fuck. The way he slowly drags his cock out as he kisses me has me leaking onto my stomach. Roman snakes a hand between us, wrapping his fingers around me and giving my dick a squeeze.

“You okay?” he asks between kisses.

“Mm-hmm.” I don’t want to break our connection to answer. Instead, I kiss him back with a building hunger.

His thrusts get faster, deeper, harder, building up to a pace that leaves me breathless and feeling like I can taste fucking colors.

“Not going to last, Teo.” His mumble against my lips has my balls tightening all over again, a tingle brewing at the bottom of my spine. He’s fucking me faster, working me with his hand. “Need to come.”

And I need him to come. My fingers move down his body, digging into his hips, drawing him into me, harder with every thrust. “Don’t stop.” My words are fractured between needy pants as we cling to each other.

My balls tighten, and I’m not going to last either. He thrusts into me, hitting a spot deep inside me that has my ass gripping his dick, and I see stars, my cum spilling between us.

“Fuck. Teo, you’re so fucking tight. I’m going to—” He finishes his sentence with a grunt as he empties himself inside me.

I’ve seen him come a lot over the years. We’ve shared women, we’ve fucked different women in the same room at the same time, but I’ve never seen the serenity that’s painted across his gorgeous features before today.

Holy. Fuck.

I need to be inside him, to make him beg, to make him come undone as I claim his ass. But first I need to catch my breath.

He slips from me, pressing his forehead to mine. “I love you.”

My heart’s banging against my rib cage as I frame his face with my hands. “I love you.”

We may not be whole, we may not be complete, but we have each other.

Hopefully that’s enough.

THIRTY-SIX

Roman

“Whatever the fuck is going on with you, set it to the side. Are we clear?” It’s right before the game, and my goalie coach is in my face. He’s taking his life in his hands—people know to leave me the fuck alone right before we step out onto the ice—but in this instance, I honestly can’t blame him.

It’s Friday night. Since the incident with Charlotte and Harrison in the apartment on Wednesday, everything feels like it’s falling apart.

Jace hasn’t been home. Neither he nor Harrison showed up for practice yesterday, and neither of them are suited-and-booted and ready for the game, yet I’m the one getting my ass handed to me from the coaching team.

I guess they have a point. Having an off goaltender between the pipes isn’t going to help anyone. I need to get my head in the game before I’m out on my ass.

Coach steps up next to my goalie coach. “We’re playing Rhys tonight, Roman. Giving you a rest.”

My stomach sinks. What? No.

I don’t need a fucking rest. I need to be in my crease, playing the game I love and not sitting on the bench while my backup takes my team into the playoffs. Benching me will just make things worse. How am I supposed to get my head back in the game when I’m not fucking playing it?

“But Coach…” I step toward him, and he gives me that don’t say another fucking word glare that all coaches seem to have down pat.

All the air leaves my lungs on a huge sigh. “Yes, Coach.” I want to punch something and scream until my lungs burn. But I don’t. I can’t.

As much as I want to, I don’t have it in me to fight with him. I’m already caught in this mess with Harrison. And fighting myself isn’t helping either. All I want is to ping Charlotte’s phone on Find My Friend like a creepy stalker and go to her. I want to throw her over my shoulder and bring her home. The four of us can watch something shitty on TV, eat pizza, and then fuck until dawn.

Is that so much to ask?

I mean, sure, we’d need to have a house meeting and try to figure out what to do, but once we’re fed and we’ve fucked, we could do anything.

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