Page 71 of The Late Hit
“I’m coming!” he yells his quick warning before he’s spurting his hot seed in my mouth.
Sucking every last drop from him, I pull away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Sitting back on my feet, I take in the man in front of me. His eyes are wide, his chest heaving, and he’s a picture of a satisfied man. It’s hot seeing him come undone, especially at my hands—well, my mouth.
“Thanks for the warning, Q. But I’m no quitter,” I say with confidence. “And I loved tasting you.”
“Shit, Wilder,” he rasps out. “I’m going to be hard again.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I ask, shrugging.
"I, uh, wasn’t expecting that tonight,” he admits bashfully.
Reaching down, he grabs me under my arms and pulls me so that I’m standing in front of him.
Stretching on my toes, I kiss him.
“I mean, I’m not complaining.”
We both chuckle, and that seems to snap us out of our heated exchange.
“But we should probably talk.”
He sits on the bed, moving until his back is resting against his headboard. Extending his arm out, he pulls me so that my back is resting against his front.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Quinton says, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on my neck.
Now that we’ve opened up the door, he can’t keep his hands off me. I wonder how long he’s been holding back on the urge to touch me. To show me his feelings. And why did it take us so long?
Sighing, he rests his head against the headboard as I burrow into his embrace.
“I want to give us a go, Wilder. It’s been building, and these feelings I have aren’t going away. I tried. I tried to fight them, because I can’t lose you. You’re too important to me.”
Turning my head, I find his gaze.
“Well, it’s safe to say our friendship has just gotten stronger. See five minutes ago for proof.” I let out a small laugh. “But if we’re going to try this, you need to be patient with me. I haven’t dated in a long time, not since—not since Asher. And he was the only one.”
His arms tighten around me. It feels weird to be having this conversation today. A day after the day.
“Wilder, I’ve been patient for two years. I’ll give you whatever time you need. Just, just be mine.” His expression is so wholesome, so vulnerable.
I spin, getting on my knees to face him. Grabbing his face, I lower myself to kiss him.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips.
Before I can pull away, he stops me.
“But if we’re going to give this a go, I want to be exclusive. I’m not sharing you with anyone else. You’re mine, Wilder.”
“I’m yours, Quinton.”
Thelockerroomishyped. It always is on game days. I’m sitting in the training room where the trainers are stretching and taping me up before the game. Coach is going over the game plan one last time before we head on the field. A week has gone by since Brynn decided to give dating a try. And it’s going fucking fantastic. I’ve wished for this day, and it’s finally here.
“All good, Boyd,” our trainer says, tapping the table, letting me know he’s done taping. “Kick some ass today.”
Making my way over to the rest of the team, I sidle up next to Grant. He bumps my shoulder pad with his.
“Let’s fucking go,” he shouts.
