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Clothes fly across the room and we tumble into bed, too caught up to waste time folding them. I rub my thumb against that spot on his hip that always makes him shudder. He sucks on the spot on my neck that always makes my cock throb. We know each other so well now. We know how to tease and drag things out. We know what drives the other crazy with lust.

Owen pushes me away and I stumble backward onto the bed.

“On your back,” he orders, popping open the bottle of lube we packed and squeezing out a generous amount.

I rush to comply, flopping onto my back and gripping the base of my cock to keep the damn thing from exploding prematurely.

Owen straddles my thighs and smirks down at me as he reaches behind himself. His eyes roll backward and his lids flutter. His lips part with a gasp, then a shaky exhale.

I watch as his body goes taut. Dark chest hair smattered against pale skin. A delicious treasure trail running down themiddle of his stomach. His cock hanging in midair, a drop of pre-cum gathering at the tip.

He shuffles forward, lines himself up, and impales himself on my cock. Tight heat envelops me and my hips lift off the bed, trying to get closer, deeper.

Owen’s body is comfortingly familiar and yet enticingly novel at the same time. A hungry vice around my dick that sends electricity ricocheting through my body like a pinball.

Owen slams himself down on me. The impact makes my vision go white. We’re so in sync, perfectly timed as Owen bounces up and down, meeting my every thrust. His cock smacks against my stomach with a wet, obscene sound. A thin stream of pre-cum leaks from his tip. I grip his hips and he grips my wrists. We’ve got each other, both holding on tight.

Then it clicks.

This is how we did it the first time. All those years ago. At Jeremy’s bachelor party. When we still hated each other.

I run my hands up and down Owen’s muscled thighs. His eyes focus just enough to meet my gaze. He knows that I know and something inside me cracks open wide.

God, I fucking love this motherfucker.

I think I might have all the way back then too. Why else would I hate him so goddamn much for no reason at all? It had to have been love, twisted and contorted into hatred because I didn’t understand it and didn’t know what else to do with it. I wasn’t ready for him then. I wasn’t ready for the all-consuming and soul-transforming love that has turned my life upside down.

But I’m ready now. And I’m going to cherish every fucking moment of it.

Always. Forever.

A sob escapes my throat as I’m overwhelmed by the sentiment. I pull him down for a kiss, needing the intimacy.

Owen’s tongue tangles with mine. His hands trail up my stomach and to my chest. He pinches both nipples until I’m gasping into his mouth. He clenches around my dick and the three points of sensation overload my brain.

I see stars. My orgasm crashes through me as my hips punch up into Owen’s body. Wave after wave. Pleasure cresting like the unrelenting ocean. He milks me with his ass, his fingers still twisting my nipples to the point of pain.

Scalding hot cum lands on my stomach in one spurt after another. With each one, Owen’s ass tightens around me even more, dragging out my pleasure until I’m nothing more than one big mass of firing nerve endings.

I’m consumed. Spent. Emptied. Yet I’ve never felt so full and satisfied in my life.

Owen collapses on me, face pressed against the crook of my neck, his still-hard cock trapped between us. His cum is smeared between our stomachs. He doesn’t try to move, though. He doesn’t roll off to the side or go looking for a towel to wipe up. He lets me wrap my arms around him and hold him to me.

Slowly, our breathing evens out and the sweat cools on our skin. Even then, Owen doesn’t disentangle himself from me.

“See? I told you you like to cuddle,” I murmur in his ear.

“Fuck you,” he says, even as he snuggles closer, tucking his body more securely into mine.

The smile that spreads across my face comes from the deepest part of my soul. “Love you too.”

EPILOGUE

OWEN

“We’re going to be late!” I call up the stairs while checking my watch for the time.

It’s the first day of school and we had grand plans about waking up early and having breakfast as a family. But of course Everest let Ivy stay up way too late last night and then he had a hell of a time trying to get her ready this morning. I can’t wait to tell him, “I told you so” when they finally come downstairs.

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