Page 185 of Jaded

When his eyes flutter back open to meet mine, pupils still blown wide with desire and now-sated lust, I press a kiss to his mouth.

“Tell me what to do,” he says.

“Just touch me,” I murmur, and all it takes is one brush of his fingers along my cock before I join him. His mouth kisses down my throat, and I arch up into him, my body trembling, almost convulsing, as bliss rocks through me in waves of release.

We lie together in a messy, boneless heap. Bodies tangled, sweat intermingling, cum smeared across both our chests. Both breathing too heavily. His arm drapes across me, and I snuggle into his body, loving the feel of him, of our legs intertwined, skin touching in more places than I can keep track of.

I never want to move.

Never want him to leave.

His lips press against my nose. “How was that?” he murmurs. “But maybe cut me a little slack because it was technically my first time?”

“Shut up,” I laugh. “It was amazing and you know it.”

“Nice to know I’m good at it with both genders—”

I groan, roll my eyes up. “Gross.”

“Thank you.”

“How was it for you?” I dare a glance back at him, at his face. His eyes meet mine, half-lidded and sleepy. Sated.

“Good,” he says, voice like honey—thick and sweet. “Really fucking good. Like . . .”

“Like . . .?” I prompt, because I’m not sure if he’s falling asleep or caught himself before he was gonna say something without thinking.

“Like . . . different. I dunno.”

I press a kiss to his jaw. “Maybe ’cause there were two cocks, genius?”

“Shut up.” He nips at my mouth, then tightens his arm around me to pull me closer. “You know what I mean. It felt . . . like something special.”

My heart swells like the Grinch’s when he saves Christmas. To three times its size. All warm and fuzzy and big and . . . you get the picture. “It felt like something special to me too.”

“Good. Now, I’m going to sleep.”

“Me too,” I say, but the truth is, I’m not. Because this is so comfortable and soft and beautiful and I should let myself relax into the sweet oblivion that beckons, but how can I, when I don’t want to miss a moment of this? Me and him . . . it feels so good. So right.

So effortless, I might almost call it love. And that’s terrifying.

It’sright.

Epilogue 1: Olli

Olli

AveryBennettjoinstheDay River Dingoes eight weeks later, once he’s had enough time to recover from his injuries and get back on his feet. Almost immediately, it’s clear Nat and I were right about him.

The kid isphenomenal.

There really is something about a broken-down Day River kid living out his dream that just makes some kinda magic happen out on that ice. Coach shuffles the lines around, so Dev’s anchoring the second line at center, and Everton the third. Avery skates with me, and you know what?

It works. Just like in drop-in.

We bring it. We bring it and bring it and bring it until it’s not just one fluky game. Until it’s not even a handful of them, so it’s not just home games or games when the stars and moon are in alignment, or the weather’s good or the other team’s had to travel too far in the snow.

It’s every game.

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