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Rhys grinned down at me and guided my mouth back to his cock. His thrusts got more urgent and I stroked my cock to match them. Every time he hit the back of my throat I’d gag, and he’d moan, and that made my sweet release edge ever fucking closer.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” said Rhys. “Do you want it on you?”

I shook my head gently and kept my mouth on him. If he was going to finish, I wanted to taste it. Rhys rocked his hips into my mouth a couple more times before finishing. I did my best to swallow the bitter saltiness that was coating the inside of my mouth but gagged as I pulled off, it running down my chin as I frantically stroked myself to finish all over my floor.

Rhys looked down at me with that same grin on his face. His cheeks were flushed and his hair sticking up at the back from where he’d writhed against the door. “Damn,” he said, offering a hand to pull me up. “Never had you down as submissive.”

I took his hand with one of mine and wiped at my chin as I stood. It was weird how normal this was. How easy it could be. How much I enjoyed taking on a completely different role every time Rhys and I had sex.

“I…” I didn’t know what to say. “I’ll just clean all this up.”

Rhys followed me into the living area with his suitcase, tucking himself back into his jeans discretely as he did so. “How’s retired life?” he asked.

I ran out to the hallway with a kitchen towel to mop up the mess I’d made before answering. “It’s weird, I guess. But it’s only been a week so I’m not expecting a world of change yet. It’s been nice to spend time with the kids.”

“When are they next back round?” he asked.

“Next Monday, once I’ve kicked your sorry arse out. They don’t want to see their dad shagging on every surface in the flat,” I grinned.

“So pinning me up against the door was just the start of a war against the bedroom, was it?” Rhys shot back.

“Shut up,” I said. “Oh, there’s a tea for you there. It might be cold. We were otherwise occupied.”

“Thanks,” said Rhys. I dragged his suitcase into the bedroom and joined him on the sofa, sipping tea out of a mug that saidWorld’s Best Rugby Player, with a picture of one of my teammates on it. Sarah had thought it was hilarious, once upon a time, and it had come with me to the house.

“Looking forward to the parade?” I asked.

“Like a hole in the head,” he replied. “I just want to get back to rugby. I know some people love the glory but I don’t. All the attention gets me off my game.”

“You’re the prettiest rugby player I know,” I said. I let my spare hand rest on his and he didn’t move away. “You’re always going to get more attention, especially with how well you play. Talking of attention, how’s Finn doing?”

Rhys grimaced. “About as well as you’d expect. He doesn’t think he’ll be selected to play for the Wales squad in the next Autumn series. At least he still has Cardiff Old Navy to fall back on for now.”

“For now?” I asked. Rhys’ fingers twisted around my own, and I could see the concern in his eyes.

“He’s being stupid, drinking enough in the evening that it’s obvious in training the next day. Finn’s off his game and he won’t be starting games if he keeps this kind of behaviour up.”

“Well shit,” is all I could think to say. I’d spent my whole career up til this point maintaining my image alongside the game. I wasproudof the fact that being theGentleman of Rugbymeant that people thought I was a good role model for their kids, and that the profile had led to broadcasters clamouring for my punditry now I was a free agent. I couldn’t imagine giving it all up in the way Finn had.

And I was determined that I never would.

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Chapter Sixteen - Rhys

I was determined to let Callum take all the limelight in the victory parade. He was our captain, after all, and we were in his hometown. I didn’t want to take that attention from him. I wanted him to bask in the success of winning a rugby tour just one more time.

But the media, and Callum, didn’t seem to want that. He’d pulled me forward at any opportunity to wave at the front of the bus with him. “You deserve this,” he said. “You had the best debut of anyone I’ve ever seen. I want you to see the papers in a decade and know how far you’ve come.”

When I woke up with him the morning after the victory parade, he smiled down at me and mussed my hair. “You’ve made an impression,” he said.

He was right. Every sports website and rugby fan forum was filled with pictures of the two of us smiling and waving down at the crowd. One headline stood up.The Retiring Gentleman of Rugby and its new Crown Prince.

I laughed, but Callum turned my head to face him. He was laying on the pillow with his red hair sticking everywhere but his face was deadly serious. “You take this an you run with it,” he said. “I want people in ten years to forget I ever existed, you’ll be so good. I want you captaining the team that wins all three matches out in New Zealand.”

I felt my cheeks heat up and he kissed me. “Right, tea.”

We whiled away almost the whole week in the flat with the odd foray out into Edinburgh. Every time we left the flat to do something a sneaky photo of the two of us out and about would end up in the media. We went to restaurants a couple of times, even out to Edinburgh castle to see the sights. But due to the ever-present media and people with smartphones we kept a friendly distance.

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