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Fuck. I’m in love with Everest.
Not just in love with him. Completely, unabashedly, clinically obsessed with him. I take a look at his face—all sweet and innocent—and know that without a doubt I’m going to love him for the rest of my life. Every moment I’ve had with him has changed me. From the way he unlocked the beast within me with his hatred to the manner in which his joy and optimism has opened me up to trust again.
I open my mouth to tell him, because I don’t think I can keep it locked away another second, not when my heart is so incredibly full it feels like it might burst.
But what he says next is enough to make my incredibly full heart falter.
“I was thinking that maybe you could apply to college.”
My jaw drops, and I let out a humorless chuckle, thinking he must be joking. But when he doesn’t laugh alongside me, only continues to stare at me with seriousness, I shake my head. “What? No.”
“Why not?” he asks, opening his laptop and bringing it between us. “I was looking through, and even though you can’t apply for the fall, there’s always spring or summer. UM has a great engineering program and?—”
“Why are you pushing this?” I scoot away from him. “Do you not think what I’m doing with my life is good enough?”
The words escape me before I can even think them through. Is that what Everest thinks of me? He said it before and heapologized for it, but does he think I’m wasting my life away working at a club? What if he really meant that?
His eyes widen as he shakes his head frantically. “No, Rhys, not at all. I just thought…”
“That I need a college education to be successful?”
“Hey, stop that!” he snaps, throwing his hands in the air. “Don’t be an asshole about this. You can be absolutely successful without a college degree, but youlovelearning. Youloveeducation. That beautiful big brain of yours is dying for knowledge, and I see it every time you help me study or ask how my classes are going. If you don’t want to go to school because you really don’t want to, I’ll respect that. Any other reason besides that, and I think you should go for it.”
His words make sense, but the very idea of going back to school is a little more than nerve-racking. He’s not wrong that I love every aspect of learning. For fuck’s sake, I read philosophy books and research papers for fun. It’s not like I haven’t thought about going to school, but I’ve held myself back every time. Now that I let myself think about it, I know it’s out of fear.
Fear of the unknown. Fear of failure. Fear of my dreams being ripped away from me once again.
But then I look at Everest and the fear fades. I let my paranoia get the best of me before, but I see how earnest he is. Once again, the love intensifies. I don’t know if I’ll be going to school or not, but I do know that I want Everest there every step of the way.
“Thank you, baby,” I whisper, cupping his face as I brush my nose against his. “I promise I’ll think about it.”
The three little words I want to shout for him to hear stay locked up. Not because I doubt them, but because Everest is special. What we have is special. When I tell him, I want it to be just as incredible as he is.
And as he kisses me back, completely abandoning his studying, I know I won’t be able to wait for long.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Everest
“Fuck, baby, just like that.”
I throw my head back, my hands braced on Rhys’s chest as I swivel my hips in time to the beat of the song playing in the background. As far as sex playlists go, grinding on his cock to the beat of “You”by Greta Isaac is top tier.
“Damn, you look like a porn star,” he growls, giving my dick loose little tugs that drive me mad. “Yes, fuck, you ride my cock so well.”
I’m beyond able to answer him, lost to how full I feel, that beautiful stretch that burns in the sweetest way. I move on to the soles of my feet, bending at my knees so I can bounce on him with fervor, enough to make him start groaning and cursing and calling out my name.
“Want to come on your face,” he pants, seeming to both push and pull me toward him. “Jesus, Ev. You’re making me come. You and that tight little hole of yours. So perfect.”
I shake my head, sweat beading on my chest while I lean back so his dick pegs my prostate with every bounce. “No. You’re the one who’s going to have cum on your face. Want your cum inside me.Needto feel you filling me up.”
As his eyes roll to the back of his head, I know I’ve got him. His hands latch onto my hips, and I decide to let him run the show as I start to jerk myself off. He manhandles me despite my size, jacking up into me, and plowing me for everything I’m worth.
It all electrifies, everything inside me; I can feel all my nerves vibrating as my gut clenches and my balls draw up. “Rhys, please, give me your cum.”
“Fuck!” he shouts, losing his rhythm. His chest heaves up and down, his nostrils flared like he’s pissed, so gorgeous it makes my heart hurt. “Ev, baby, I?—”
Whatever he was going to say next gets cut off as his hot cum fills me, and I lose myself along with him. I’m entirely exhausted by the time I’ve covered his face, jet after jet coating his chin and cheeks. I fall on top of him with ahmph, gasping when his still hard cock slips out of me.
