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To know that just the feeling of me being inside of him is enough to make him come is one of the hottest things I can imagine.

“Fuck me like you mean it then. Milk my prostate, Baby.”

That’s all I need from his lips to start ruthlessly pounding into him. His whimpers are enough to drive me up a goddamn wall. I can already feel the tingling starting in my thighs, and I try to slow up, knowing my orgasm is way too close for my liking. But Clay has nointention of letting me slow down. “Right there, baby. Yes, keep going. Yes.”

“You want my cum,Garotão? Beg me for it.”

“Please, Baby. Can your good boy have your cum?” The moment the words leave his delicious mouth, his dick starts erupting. The sight of his cum pooling on his toned stomach drags me over the cliff I’ve been dying to fall over. Stilling as deep as I can get, I pulse inside him. The two of us lay still for a moment. The sounds of our ragged breath and the torrential downpour are like a balm to my soul. Once I catch my breath, I swipe a curl off his damp forehead and press a soft kiss in its place.

I lay down beside him, and Clay settles his head on my chest while wrapping his leg and arm around me.

I tuck my chin, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. He nuzzles in further and says, “I love you, Rockwell Campos.”

Finally, I’m able to speak the words I’ve known for a while but have been too afraid to admit, and I can say with absolute certainty that nothing has ever felt more right. “I love you, Clayton Aldrich.”

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Love Is…

Clayton

I’m floating on cloud fucking nine. For the first time in my entire life, everything feels… right.

?1?The immense weight I’ve felt lift off of my chest since I walked away from my dad Sunday night at the beach is unlike anything I could have imagined. I’m not going to lie; for the last four days, I’ve waited and waited for a wave of sadness, guilt, or disappointment over the fact that he’s no longer going to be a part of mylife. But it never came.

Then, I began to wonder if there was something wrong with me. I mean, what kind of person doesn’t get upset that they are no longer going to have ties with their parents? The two people who are supposed to mean the most to you in this world. It’s then that I realized they no longer mean the most to me.

No. The person that means the most to me is the man currently sitting across the locker room from me; head tipped back as it rests against the locker, eyes closed, as he listens to whatever noise is blaring through his headphones.

He means the most to me.

Rockwell Campos.

My heart now lives outside of my chest. It beats for him, and the life that the two of us will have together means the most.

I no longer have the desire to keep someone in my life out of some misguided sense of dedication simply because they are blood. And that’s okay.

Rocky taught me that.

He has taught me what love and family are supposed to feel like. He taught me that I should never have to prove myself to earn someone’s love. He has taught me that love is showing someone the most vulnerable parts of you; love is a “how are you?” text just because you want to check in; love is listening to each other’s favoritesongs even though you think they suck; love is a feeling of belonging; love is watching someone’s eyes light up when they try your new chocolate chip cookie recipe; love is feeling safe enough with someone to let go;loveis the feeling I get whenever I look at him.

And I want to chase that feeling for the rest of my life.

Like he always does, Rocky must sense my eyes on him because he cracks one eye open, and the corner of his lips turn up in a soft smile.

Sometimes, I can’t believe I fell in love with a man with a mustache, but here we are.

I also never want him to get rid of it.

Rocky shoots me a wink before closing his eyes again, losing himself in his pregame playlist.

Regardless of how much I want to sit here and daydream about him and his fuckable face, I know we have a game to win. Rocky and I have been dominating all week long, not losing a single set. We’re now set to play in the semifinal game against South Carolina, andwhenwe win, we’ll face off against Arizona State tomorrow. We lucked out big this year as hosts of the NCAA tournament, and having the city of Pensacola show up to cheer us on has only pushed us to dig deeper.

Throwing on my white jersey, I quickly shuffle out of the locker room to head toward Theo’s office across the hall from the weight room.

However, the second I round the corner, I see Jax and Theo talking in the hallway just outside his office door. Actually, let me rephrase that. Jax has Theo pinned against the wall, his hands fisting the front of his blue Panthers polo. It looks like they’re having a heated conversation, one that’s already far too inappropriate for a student and a staff member. But it’s only made more scandalous as I watch Theo’s hands move to Jackson’s waist just as Jax lowers his head and whispers something into Theo’s ear.

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