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I bring him closer and closer to release, my own dick throbbing in time to the groans that are falling from his lips. He grips my hair tighter, the sting adding to the pleasure surging through my body. He tugs harder and I can tell he’s warning me. I take him deeper into my throat and swallow around the head of his cock.

Finally he groans my name in one long drawn out word and succumbs to his pleasure, pulsing in my mouth. His scent and flavour overwhelm my senses, and I can’t hold back. I grab my cock. It only takes a stroke or two and I’m coming all over my hand.

We collapse together on the floor, bodies slick with sweat and come. I expect Austin to pull away now that the heat of the moment is over, but he tugs me to him. He’s hot and damp, but I can’t help the smile as he absentmindedly traces patterns on my arm. My head is against his chest, where I can hear his heart thundering. I love the intimacy of the moment, of lying here listening to his every breath. I wish I could bottle the feeling.

“Hey,” Austin breaks the silence. “Was that okay? I mean, I didn’t come over here with the intention of a quickie.”

His nerves are back. I can hear it in his voice.

I sit up and swivel to face him. “It was more than okay,” I say, taking his hand and squeezing gently. “It was amazing.”

“Yeah?”

I chuckle, hoping to ease the tension. “You won’t get a no from me if you want a repeat.”

For a moment Austin looks like he’s won the lottery, then his expression shutters. “I know you don’t do…” He swallows hard, then smiles. “I’d like to do this again.”

“We’ve got a deal then,” I say, my heart doing a little happy dance. This wasn’t a one off and I’ll get more of Austin. “Although, you know, maybe next time we’ll try somewhere other than the kitchen floor. I think your back will thank me.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Austin chuckles, back at ease. He plants a quick kiss on my lips before helping me to my feet.

He doesn’t let go immediately and we stand there for a moment staring at each other. When he grins at me, everything feels right with my world. I hope this is the beginning of something truly special.

Chapter Seven

Austin

“Hey, Austin, ready to get your arse kicked?” Henry shouts, his brown eyes crinkling with amusement under his cap.

I can think of a lot of things I want Henry to do to my arse, but kicking isn’t one of them. Our friends are nearby, so I keep that thought to myself. “Bring it on,” I call instead.

He whacks the ball my way and I miss it by a mile, too distracted by how good he looks. His short shorts hug his thighs, and the T-shirt he’s wearing is tight in all the right places, showcasing his lean body. The shirt is bright pink with a slogan that reads, “Serving Up Trouble.” Totally apt, I think. Henry is definitely trouble where I’m concerned.

“Nice shot, Henry!” Archie, who’s partnering Henry, says, moving in to wrap an arm around Henry’s neck and giving him a friendly squeeze.

My chest constricts with a pang of jealousy, even though I know they’re just friends. I want to be the one to casually touch Henry like that, but if I touch him it will be anything but casual. I envy Archie’s confidence, and wonder what it would be like to have the same level of ease around Henry—ease that disappeared months ago, the minute I started looking at him as more than a friend.

“Thanks, mate.” Henry chuckles, disentangling himself from Archie’s grip and flashing me a grin. “You’d better step up your game, Austin!”

“Okay, but be careful what you ask for.” I hit the paddle a couple of times with my palm and scowl for good measure.

Henry laughs harder.

“C’mon, you two, stop mucking around.” Karen, who’s my partner for the game, shoves my shoulder before stepping back.

We’re spending the afternoon at Blue Point Park. So far it’s been an afternoon filled with fun and good-natured teasing, especially since Karen dragged out the pickleball equipment she picked up on sale at Kmart. Pickleball is something none of us has tried before and I’m sure the set must be made for kids, but it’s been the cause of much laughter.

As we continue playing, I can’t help thinking of my relationship with Henry. I know he only does casual and wants a friends-with-benefits arrangement, and after the mind-shattering mutual blowjobs, I’d be stupid to say no, but I find it hard to hold back my feelings. Being friends isn’t easy when all I want to do is show him how much he means to me, but we’ve agreed to keep things casual.

I plaster on a smile, as I return the ball successfully this time. The sun beats down as we muddle through another chaotic rally. Do you even call it a rally in pickleball? We didn’t take much time to familiarise ourselves with the rules, just started hitting the ball back and forth across the net.

I take a break, throwing back some cold water, and catching my breath. I can’t keep my eyes off Henry. He’s actually got some real skill with the paddle, and I love the way his shirt pulls tighter with each swing of his arm, riding up a little to expose a sweet strip of flesh at his middle. My groin tightens at the memory of running my fingers across the soft skin, the firm muscle.

Violet stops at my side, pulling my head out of my fantasies. She rummages in the esky for a drink and twists the cap off a bottle. “You’re wise to be watching Henry and Archie for some pointers,” she says.

“Hey, I’m not that bad,” I reply, glad she hasn’t picked up on my obsession with Henry.

“I’m not so sure about that. Perhaps stick to your day job. Or maybe you could ask Henry for some lessons. I’m sure he’d be only too happy to help out,” she teases. At least I think she’s teasing. She raises her brows and gives me a look that says maybe she’s picked up on my crush after all.

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