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When he’s finally finished, I let him slip from my mouth with a wet sound, so fucking turned on I think I could die. There’s no time to fuck around. Standing up between his knees, I unzip my pants and shove them down so I can pull out my aching cock.

It barely takes a few strokes before I’m spurting all over his long, naked torso. My cum stripes over his chest hair in a way that’s more satisfying than I ever would have expected, and thevisual hits me hard. Silas, his body blushing for me, decorated with my cum, wrung out from what I did to him.

Fucking stunning.

Suddenly exhausted, I shove the rest of my clothes off before collapsing on top of Silas in a sweaty, sticky heap.

I don’t know how much time passes before either of us speaks. His arms circle around me at some point, pulling me tighter into his side. I trace absent shapes over his skin with my fingers, my face buried in his shoulder.

There’s a feeling of weight to his arms that I can’t describe. It should be suffocating, but it’s not. It’s the opposite. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. A tiny piece of my brain is screaming at me that this level of comfort can’t possibly be sustained, and I should run before it can be ripped away from me in the most painful way possible.

The rest of me is too tired and blissed out to listen.

In the end, Silas is the one that breaks the silence.

“Thank you for taking care of me today. You’re pretty good at that.”

I laugh. “I’ve always been an underachiever, but apparently when it comes to gay sex, I can really throw down. Anal—check. Blow jobs—aced it. I’m basically a pro.”

Silas snorts softly, squeezing me a little tighter and pressing a kiss into the top of my head, making my stomach flip-flop like a dying fish.

“That’s not what I meant, asshole. I meant my hand and my weird meltdown. But the blow job was also… Mmm.”

I lean back far enough to stare at him with a stern expression. “Mmm? Mmm?! If we’re going to keep hooking up, I’m going to need you to get a thesaurus and work on your compliments, boo. My ego is fragile.” Silas laughs, which almost makes me break, but I push through. “That blow job was not ‘mmm’.It was spectacular. Incandescent. Life-altering. Phenomenal. Breathtaki-mph.”

I’m cut off when Silas leans down and covers my mouth with a kiss that turns deep and filthy, very fucking quickly. By the time we come up for air, I’m a little tingly and his hands have roamed low enough that he’s pinning us together at the hips. Both of us are definitely rallying for round two.

“Do you ever shut up?” Silas whispers into my mouth, still smiling.

“No. But you’re stuck with me, anyway. No backsies.” I grin.

There’s a pause, and I can almost see the wheels turning while Silas tries to pull together the words for what he wants to say.

“Do you think we should keep this just between us for a while? Until we have a better idea of what it is?” He looks torn, and I know he’s worried about hurting my feelings or something, but he shouldn’t be. I’m just as overwhelmed as he is, enthusiastic dick-guzzling aside. “I don’t know what my dad will think. It would be nice to have a little time to prepare.”

Looking him dead in the eye, I nod. “Agreed. No jokes. I agree. It’s new and scary and we deserve to figure our shit out before we have to explain ourselves to the masses. We’ll take it slow. On that front, at least. It’s probably too late to try to take it slow on the physical front.”

I press a quick kiss to his lips so he knows I mean it, and he gives me a tense smile in return. “Deal.”

Luckily, I’m a master at breaking the tension.

“I would also accept mind-boggling as a compliment. Or panty-melting. Dick-dazzling. You’ve been dickmatized, Rush.”

Silas finally laughs again, and I know without a doubt that no matter what, I’ll never get tired of that sound.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Keeping it a secret lasts less than three weeks.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. We’re both still figuring out what all of it means: neither of us are used to dating, let alone dating another guy, and telling other people will only invite questions we aren’t ready to answer. All we know is that we care about each other more than ever, and we are committed to making each other come in as many ways as possible.

We thought it would be easy to hide. What we didn’t count on was the fact that Cade wears every single thought he has on his face, and I am apparently a terrible liar. I never had to do it much before.

Wish is the first one to figure it out. She finds a hickey while she’s giving Cade a new tattoo. As soon as she interrogates him, he looks at me, which she notices, and then we both crack.

She is thrilled, and peppers us with difficult-to-answer questions until Cade finally agrees that she can give us matching tattoos on our hypothetical wedding day if she stopsimmediately. It is one of the most awkward moments of my entire life, and that’s really saying something.

Wish stops pestering us, as agreed, but continues to be bubbly and enthused. I know she just wants her friend to be happy. Historically, that’s not something that Cade is good at allowing himself.

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