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I placed my phone on the nightstand, took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, and stalked over to the door.

Without actually knowing who was on the other side of it, I knew. I just fucking knew.

When I opened the door, I wasn’t in the least bit surprised, but I sure as shit was excited. Excited, and a bit scared. Okay, a lot scared. I couldn’t get a handle on my emotions when it came to Axel, and for the first time in so long, I didn’t want to.

He leaned against the doorjamb, in threadbare jeans and a Cougars t-shirt, his phone in one hand and a white paper bag in the other. His smile was indecent, and so was his sexy scruff. Theplayoff beard was here to stay, and it was a total turn on. But it was those fucking eyes of his that did me in. I couldn’t resist them, or him. I was so fucked.

“Can I come in now?” he asked, his voice a husky murmur.

“What’s that?” I pointed to the bag in his hand.

“It’s a gift.”

“For me?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, for you. Is there anyone else here?” he replied, his lips curling in a wide smile. “Now let me in.”

Axel was here. And he’d bought me something? A gift? What was he doing? And how was I going to resist?

“If you want me to beg, Jace, I’ll do it. In fact, it’s all I’ve thought about for the past two days. Getting down on my knees for you. I have no idea how to suck cock but?—”

“Get in my room,” I hissed and reached for his arm, pulling him inside.

His filthy chuckle was loud, and I shushed him, hoping my neighbors wouldn’t hear. Not because I was embarrassed, but because I was protective.

Of him, and us. Whatever ‘us’ was.

“No one’s in the hallway,” he reassured me as he stepped into my room, placing his phone and the bag on the side table. “And even if they were, fuck ‘em.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

Axel came at me, walking me backwards with the same intensity he displayed on the ice, until my ass hit the wall, and I was surrounded by him.

“I’m sure.” He cupped my face in his rough palm. “Are you?”

CHAPTER 26

JACE

“Yes,” I admitted just before our lips met. “Want this. Fuck, I want you so badly.”

“Then stop holding back,” Axel whispered. “That’s not you.”

“But why?—”

He gripped my hand and placed it over his crotch, and I moaned at the heat and hardness of his dick.

“You do this to me. You,” Axel confessed. “No one’s gotten me this excited before. Ever. Sex was fun, and I got off, but it wasn’t like this. I didn’t need it. But I need you.”

“Axel,” I moaned, and the words I’d been fighting suddenly poured out of me. “Fuck, I need you, too.”

“Tell me.”

“I need your dick in my ass. Your cum.”

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Jace.”

One moment, Axel was staring down at me, the next, we were kissing like we’d never get the chance again. His lips were as hungry as mine, his tongue hot, desperate, his taste, God, I was addicted to his taste. I couldn’t get enough, kissing him deeper, needing more. He pulled back for a second, only to reach behind his head so he could yank off his t-shirt. Then he reachedfor mine and we grappled, stumbling, frantically throwing off clothes until we staggered naked to my bed.

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