Chapter sixteen

Iwake up wrapped around Lexi’s well-muscled body. Last night was amazing. The sex, the taste, the smell, the connection.

Lexi is mine, and now I just have to figure out how to keep him.

He is the first person I’ve ever slept with twice, and it feels like I’ve seriously been missing out. Though maybe it’s just a Lexi thing. Knowing his body, knowing what he likes, what drives him wild.

This is exciting.

I’m going to fuck him over and over again and learn each little thing he loves. Making each time better than the last.

Maybe that’s how I get him to stay.

Because I really don’t want to lose him. I’m seeing him clearly for the first time ever. How did I miss what a beautiful, fun, sexy-as-all-fuck man he is?

I look at him in my arms. He’s adorable even when he’s sleeping. He shuffles slightly, and I see some of the bruises I left on his neck last night. I can’t help myself. I lean down and press kisses on them.

He groans in his sleep and instinctively pushes against my morning wood, lighting me up. Fuck, he makes me feel so good. He slowly starts to wake up, and I definitely want to make him smile before leaving him to go see Garrett.

“Hey, baby,” I say when his beautiful bright-blue eyes open.

“Mmm, morning.”

I lean over to kiss him, but he moves away. I freeze.

“I have morning breath, Ryder.” My heart starts back up. Fucking hell, I thought he was done with me.

“I don’t fucking care. Only uptight pricks care about morning breath.”

“I don’t think that’s—oomph.” I cut him off and shove my tongue so deep into his throat I could probably eat him out. Being connected to him is everything.

“Can I take care of you?” I ask, running my fingers over his cock.

“Yes, please.” He pushes his ass back into my cock. “Can I help you too?”

Fuck yes, he can.

“I want to slide my cock through your cheeks.”

“Yes, why aren’t you doing it already?”

up, and I definitely want to make him smile before leaving him to go see Garrett.

“Hey, baby,” I say when his beautiful bright-blue eyes open.

“Mmm, morning.”

I lean over to kiss him, but he moves away. I freeze.

“I have morning breath, Ryder.” My heart starts back up. Fucking hell, I thought he was done with me.

“I don’t fucking care. Only uptight pricks care about morning breath.”

“I don’t think that’s—oomph.” I cut him off and shove my tongue so deep into his throat I could probably eat him out. Being connected to him is everything.

“Can I take care of you?” I ask, running my fingers over his cock.

“Yes, please.” He pushes his ass back into my cock. “Can I help you too?”

Fuck yes, he can.

“I want to slide my cock through your cheeks.”

“Yes, why aren’t you doing it already?”

I chuckle. The impatient little shit.

I lean over and grab the lube from my nightstand. I pour some into my hand and slick my dick before throwing it on the bed somewhere and wrapping my hand around his cock. I angle my dick so it’s in between his cheeks as I stroke him long and slow. The same speed as my hips thrusting into him.

This is comfortable and sexy. I want more mornings like this. I want a hell of a lot more like this. For the first time in my life, I’m thinking about a future that isn’t all about cars.

He leans back, grabs the back of my neck, and pulls me in for a kiss. We stay like that the whole time. Slowly making out and fucking until my balls draw up, and I unload my seed into his ass crack. A few more tugs, and Lexi gasps into my mouth as his release overcomes him.

He sighs contentedly, and I press a small kiss on his temple. I lift my cum-covered hand to my mouth for a quick taste.

“I wasn’t imagining it. You taste just as good as you did last night.” I look at him, blush covering his body—glad I know that tidbit—and covered in my cum.

Fucking beautiful.

“Come on. We need a shower.” I wouldn’t mind keeping him like this all day, but I think he would get a little uncomfortable.

He nods in agreement, so I pull him up and we make our way to my ensuite. I turn the shower on, and we smile goofily at each other while waiting for the water to warm.

We’ve had sex three times now, but there’s something intimate about showering together. When I drag him in, I start washing him. I dirtied him up, and I want to be the one to make him clean. I soak my sponge and start cleaning every part of him. I pay special attention to his ass, which I think he appreciates because his cock makes a valiant attempt at a second wind.

“I wish we could spend the whole day in bed together,” I say before leaning in for a kiss.

“What do you have going on?”

“I’m hanging out with Garrett. It’s been a while. I’ve been neglecting him these first few weeks of college, and we definitely need a good catch-up.”

He smiles at me sweetly. “That sounds nice.”

“Do you think you’d ever like to top?” I ask him. “It’s not something I’ve ever done, but I’d do it with you.”

“I’d like to try it sometime,” he says with a smile.

We get out of the shower and towel-dry ourselves. I pick out some sweats and a T-shirt for Lexi so he doesn’t have to do the walk of shame in that tiny, sexy skirt.

Once he’s dressed, he looks at me nervously, fiddling with a loose thread on his sweats. “You mentioned there being a next time. Last night when we were…together. Did you…I mean, do you still want that? A next time. Or was this morning the next time? Because I definitely want to do all of that again.”

He’s so cute when he’s awkward. I put him out of his misery quickly.

“Yeah, baby. I definitely want there to be a lot more next times,” I say, earning a beaming smile.

I still think it’s really weird how I’ve seen him nearly every day for four years, and I’m only now realizing things like how cute he is.

And hot.

So incredibly hot.

I’m going to show him that this is more than just sex to me. I want all of him.

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I drop Lexi off with a smile and a kiss before heading straight to Garrett’s place.

His first serious boyfriend was a British guy, and when they were together, they would always eat a roast dinner at three o’clock on a Sunday. It’s weird. He basically cooks a mini-Thanksgiving meal without the yams and cranberry sauce every week.

The relationship fizzled out after a few months, but it’s something Garrett loved enough to keep doing.

“It smells amazing in here,” I call as I walk through the door without knocking. Garrett gets mad if I knock, plus he never hears me. Too busy dancing as he cooks. I make my way down the hall and into the kitchen, where I see Garrett dancing to Selena Gomez’s “Come and Get It.”

“You look like you’re having fun.”

“Shit, Ryder, I wasn’t expecting you for another hour. Grab yourself a beer. Food is still gonna be a half-hour.” Garrett says, looking over his shoulder as he bastes the chicken.

I make my way to the refrigerator, pulling out a beer. “We did say we were gonna have Sunday lunch, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, I mean, I didn’t expect you so early. I’m glad you’re here though.”

“I had to drop Lexi at home on my way here,” I say without thinking.

“Lexi, not Kait?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.” He looks at me like he wants to say something but changes his mind. “What’s going on there?”

“Well, definitely a lot of sex.”

“I figured. It seems to be your favorite pastime after cars.”

“Sex with Lexi is better than cars.”

“Wow,” he says, sitting at the counter and taking a sip of beer. “So this is more than just sex?”

I take a seat opposite him and sigh. “It’s definitely more than sex. It’s Lexi. There’s no way I would just hook up with him and it not mean more. I think it is more than just sex to him too.”

“He’s demi, right?”

“Right.”

“So he must feel some kind of connection with you.”

“I hope so.”

“Sounds like you two are going to have a bit of a conversation in your near future. You should probably think about what it means for your relationship with Kait.”

“Looks like it,” I say. Kait. I know her better than anyone. Better than Lexi knows her. She is fierce, loyal, and so fucking loving. She will definitely be okay with this thing between Lexi and me. “Anyway, less about my slightly complicated love life. Tell me about yours.”

Garrett just rolls his eyes at me. “There’s nothing to tell, kid.”

“Oh, come on. You must have some juicy details?” Garrett looks at me with just one eyebrow raised. “Do you really want to hear about my sex life?”

“Sex life, no. Love life, yes.”

“There’s nothing to tell.” A dark look passes over his face briefly before it’s gone. “I was thinking about giving Owen more hours and hiring someone specializing in motorcycles so we can start working on more bikes. What do you think?”

I think it’s a clumsy subject change, but I roll with it, giving him my thoughts.

We spend the rest of the day eating and hanging out in Garrett’s garage, where he works on an old VW Beetle he loves to putter about with.

Lexi is never too far from my mind. It’s like he’s imprinted on my soul.

How do I go from someone whose motto is No boyfriends, no repeats to someone absolutely besotted with a man I’ve known since high school.

It makes no sense, but it also makes all the sense in the world.