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“Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course. I’m just not letting you drive my car,” he said, patting the steering wheel fondly. There was a pause. “Do you wanna go back to my house? I feel like we should probably talk, but then I want to celebrate.”

“Celebrating sounds fun,” I said. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m not telling you.” Jordan gave me a teasing wink.

“You know, I’d like to get home alive. I’d rather we didn’t crash because you started thinking with your dick instead of your brain.”

“I can do both.” Jordan focused on winding in and out of some parked cars, and I was almost grateful I wasn’t driving. London drivers terrified me. It was why I’d always insisted on getting taxis everywhere. I looked out the window, watching the world go by and trying not to focus on the thoughts currently circling my brain.

Jordan might have said he wasn’t going to regret what he’d done, but we hadn’t gotten very far into the conversation. I wondered if he’d even considered the consequences of his actions. Knowing Jordan, probably not. Our faces were bound to end up on the front of every sports section, if not the front of every newspaper in the UK, as well as on every social media and news site in existence. And it wasn’t all going to be pretty. The terror that this was going to be my past magnified by ten thousand took root in my heart, spreading itself through every inch of me like some insidious plant.

“You’re thinking again,” Jordan said. “Tell me what’s bothering you.” It wasn’t a question.

“It’s just… I’m worried you’re going to regret this. I know you said you wouldn’t, but I don’t know if you’ve thought this through. It’ll be all over social media by now, and not everyone is going to be polite about it. And I’m just… I’m not sure I’m worth it.”

And there it was, my darkest secret laid out for him to see. I didn’t think I was worth it.

“First of all,” Jordan said, his voice soft and sincere, “I don’t give a flying fuck what people say about me. They can all do one. I know some of them are gonna question whether I can play, and loads of them are gonna talk about if I take it up the ass. Which I do because it’s fucking awesome. And some twats are gonna be racist because they always fucking are.” He sighed wearily. “And some people are gonna be happy for me. That’s just the way it is.”

“And, yeah,” he continued, shooting me a smirk, “your brother probably isn’t gonna be happy that we didn’t warn him. I’m guessing we’re going to get a lecture for that. We probably should have told him sooner.”

“Probably,” I said. “You’re going to get invited to family dinner now though.”

“Sweet,” he said with a nod. “Although that’s probably going to be hella fucking awkward too.”

“Yup.” The memory of Lucas’s words from May swam into my thoughts:don’t let your fear hold you back from something you want. There was no time like the present to come to grips with that. I had to be honest with Jordan.

I took a deep breath. “I guess I’m just worried the same thing that happened to me is going to happen to you. Logically, I know it won’t, especially with my brother in charge and the whole team being supportive. But I can’t help worrying that you’ve ruined your career. You want to go far, and I don’t want to hold you back.”

“Honestly, you won’t.” The certainty in Jordan’s voice was unmistakable. “I’m going places, and I’m taking you with me. Times have changed. What happened to you was utterly shit, but I promise I won’t let it happen to me. And neither will Lucas. I’m not going anywhere.”

We sat in silence for a moment, winding our way through London’s narrow streets. For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. I wasn’t rushing from one moment to the next, determined to wring every ounce of fun and pleasure out of life because it was all I had left. I was just content to enjoy the moment with the man I loved.

We pulled into the driveway of Jordan’s house, and he flicked off the engine before turning to look at me.

“Now what?” I asked, already knowing what the answer would be.

Jordan gave me a wicked smile before leaning over to kiss me, pouring desire into every second. “Now we go inside and celebrate.”

As soon as the front door was closed, Jordan was on me, pushing me against it and devouring my mouth as his hands slid under my shirt. He nipped at my lip, making me moan as he slid his tongue into my mouth. His fingers began unbuttoning my shirt, his intentions already clear. My arms wrapped around him sliding into the back of his jeans, pulling his hips against mine, his hard cock pressing against me.

As much as I wanted to pin him against the wall and fuck him, I was suddenly conscious of his leg and that I was getting too old to pick him up without pulling something. And I was not giving him a reason to tease me.

“Hold that thought,” I said, as we broke apart for a second. Jordan looked at me questioningly. “Bedroom.”

Jordan grinned, opening his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with a kiss. “Now. Or I won’t give you what you want.”

“I could just pin you down and ride you.”

“You are not doing that. Your physio would murder both of us and throw our bodies in the Thames.”

Jordan thought for a second, then shrugged. “You’re probably right.” He turned, throwing a wink over his shoulder and wiggling his ass as he sauntered towards the stairs. “Come and get me then.”

I watched him walk away, my cock throbbing at the sight of his perfect butt swaying. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to be buried inside him.

Jordan stripped as he walked, shrugging his clothes off and leaving them on the floor. I followed slowly, allowing myself to drink in the sight of his perfect body being revealed. By the time we reached his bedroom, he was already naked, hard cock bobbing in front of him as he stood at the end of the unmade bed.

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