Page 85 of Play Maker

Thank fuck for small dorm rooms and beds within close reach.

“Making me wait two fucking days,” Axel grumbled, and his grumpy tone made me smile.

Then he reached for me, grabbing my ass and hauling me up in his arms. Not many guys could carry me like that, and the move was sexy as fuck. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on for the ride. He kissed my neck, lower, near my collarbone, his rough beard teasing my skin as he sucked hard on the spot that drove me wild.

“Don’t do it again.”

His heated reprimand made my balls draw up tight.

“Jace?”

“What?” I asked him, painfully distracted by his touch.

“Did you hear me?”

Instead of replying, I attacked his lips, nipping them, plunging my tongue deep in his mouth.

“Promise me,” he urged.

“Yes.”

He sat down on my bed, and I straddled his lap, loving the feel of his hard, hairy body against mine.

“I know it’s the last thing either of us expected,” Axel continued and kissed me. “But it feels right. I can’t explain it any other way.”

“I know.” I closed my eyes, fighting back my emotions.

“And don’t second-guess me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.”

My eyes flew open. “Stop saying all the right things.”

“It’s only right because it’s you. You and me,” he whispered. “And it’s only you and me, right? I don’t want to be with anyone else. And I sure as fuck won’t share.”

I nodded, swallowing past the lump in my throat. This wasn’t playing around or hooking up. And that made me nervous.

Winning and losing, that’s what I knew.

But I didn’t know the rules to this game. Or maybe, there were none.

If the ache in my chest was any indication, maybe I’d already lost. Then again, losing never felt this good.

I pushed at Axel’s shoulders until he fell back against the mattress, looking up at me with heated possession in his eyes.

“No one else,” he whispered. “I mean it, Jace.”

I felt the same way about him. The pool game with Archie proved that.

“Do you see anyone else here?” I gave his words back to him.

I got a well-deserved swat on the ass for that comment.

“No Hailey,” Axel started. “No Tyson, or?—”

“No Archie,” I insisted.

Axel’s knowing grin was too much for me to resist.

I kissed my way down his chest, pausing at his dark pink nipples, laving, sucking, and licking, as Axel writhed and pleaded for more, gripping my hair and urging me on. I trailed teasing bites down his abs, and then over to those incredible v-lines, tracing one, then the other, getting closer and closer to his cock.

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