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Jordan grinned. “I find it helps if you don’t have to spend hours looking for the lube.”

I snorted, shaking my head and kissing him again. I pushed into him slowly, relishing the way he gasped into my mouth, clutching at me as I filled him up. He was so perfectly tight. Sure, we’d sexted a lot but that was infinitely different than feeling him around me.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I missed you.”

“I-I missed you too,” he said.

I moved slowly, rocking my hips into him. This wasn’t the sort of sex I’d had much of. It was slow, deliberate, and intimate. It was more making love than fucking. But it was what I needed.

What both of us needed.

I ground my cock against Jordan’s sweet spot, taking in every tiny detail of his face as the pleasure took him higher. He slid his hand between us, gasping against my mouth as he brought himself to a shuddering climax, crying out as cum splattered across our skin. I kept moving, drawing his orgasm out for as long as possible. Then I changed the angle because the last thing I wanted was to make him over-sensitive, crossing that line between pleasure and pain.

My hips thrust a little faster and a little harder, chasing my own release, and it didn’t take long for my body to throw me over the edge, pleasure crashing over me in waves.

We lay tangled together for a moment, exchanging extra kisses before we separated. A little fear crept into my chest, my new vulnerability rearing its ugly head. But then Jordan looked up at me and smiled. “Stay. Please.”

And there was nothing that could make me leave.

Chapter Seventeen

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Jordan

“Okay, everyone, partner up,” Alex yelled, waving his hands at us as we assembled in front of him on the training pitch.

Immediately, I looked for Liam. He was always my training partner, whatever we did, but when I caught sight of him, he’d already grabbed Jamal, leaving me standing on my own. I hadn’t spoken to Liam since our fight on Saturday night, and it was now Wednesday. He’d ignored me at the club, and I hadn’t known how to talk to him or what to say. This was the first time we’d gone longer than a couple of hours without speaking to each other, and it stung.

I knew I’d hurt him, but I wasn’t the only one at fault here either. Liam was being a stubborn asshole, and I wasn’t going to give in first.

“Jordan,” Christian said, touching my shoulder and giving me a soft smile. “Have you got a partner?”

“Nah. You?” I asked, trying to act casual about the whole thing, as if half the team weren’t staring at Liam and me.

“No, want to be mine?” I nodded, grabbing a ball and following him into some space away from everyone else. I was grateful the exercise was keeping everyone busy, and I could pretend everything was vaguely normal. Even if the blond in front of me wasn’t the one I usually worked with.

Christian and I worked quietly for a bit, focusing on the exercise Alex had given us. I was hoping I’d managed to avoid the subject entirely, when Christian opened his mouth. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Liam?”

“There’s nothing going on,” I said, even though it was clear that was a blatant lie.

“Yeah, right,” Christian said, shaking his head and trapping the ball under his foot, forcing me to stop for a second and look at him. “You don’t have to tell me, but I’m worried about you two. I’ve never seen you like this. Micah described it like the breakup of his favourite celebrity couple.” He gave me his best encouraging smile, and there was something about it that made my heart melt. If any of my friends would understand what I was going through, it was Christian. Plus, he was like the human equivalent of a Labrador puppy when he looked like this. It was impossible to say no to him.

“Okay, so, I’m gonna tell you something, and I know you’ll understand, but can you not tell anyone?” I said, trying to form a sentence while my brain tried to work out what to say next.

“Of course.” Christian passed me the ball and we resumed the exercise. It helped me to focus, allowing my worries to drift away.

“So, I, um… I’m bisexual. And I sorta started seeing this guy…” I sighed, twisting the ball around my foot and concentrating on the green of the pitch. “And like I’ve been trying to figure it out for the past year, I guess, but it never seemed relevant, so I didn’t tell Liam. But then this guy I’m kinda seeing came to the hospital last weekend, and I figured it would be good for him to meet everyone. I mean, like, it’s not serious,” I added quickly. “Like we’ve only been on one date and he works away a lot. We mostly just hang out and fuck.”

“But you like him,” Christian said gently. There was a warm nudge of encouragement in his words that had a weight of understanding behind them.

I nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I mean, we text a lot. When he was away, we were always chatting and stuff. And when he found out I was at the hospital last weekend with my grandma, he came across town to see me. He brought snacks and some flowers, and, like, he got proper nice flowers, not just some from Tesco. Then he took me to his favourite restaurant for dinner.” I smiled, remembering how excited Félix had been to take me to Raphael’s, and how we’d stayed there for hours and hours just talking. I remembered how we’d kissed against the wall in the corridor. And the almost shy way he’d admitted he liked me for who I was in the lift at the hospital. For someone who was so bold and confident, it had been endearing to see Félix so open and vulnerable.

Whenever I was with him, I felt something I’d never experienced before. I had no idea how to put it into words. And if I was honest, I was still scared to. It wasn’t like we’d spent a lot of time together; we’d just spent a lot of time texting. And fucking. And I was pretty sure those weren’t things you could build a relationship on.

“That sounds great,” Christian said. “I’m so happy for you. And I’m proud of you too.”

“Thanks.” I sighed. “I just don’t get why Liam’s being such a dick. I know he’s my best friend, but it’s not like I have to tell him everything. I just wanted to figure it out on my own and for him to not make it into a big deal.” I looked across the pitch at Liam, watching him laughing with Jamal. “He asked me if I thought he wouldn’t accept me.”

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