Chapter 10

My heart’sin my throat, my cock’s pulsating in time with its fast thudding, and at the sound of the door locking with a soft click, I’m close to losing my mind.

He followed me.

With my back to the door, it’s hard to turn around. Am I worried that when I do, he’s going to freak out and run? Fuck yes.

But I want to see his eyes. Want us to be here in the moment with not a lick of booze between us and no bullshit game forcing us to be indifferent.

I also need him to come to me.

Sure, Sammy is here at my silent plea, but I need him to make the first move. It’s the only thing that’ll stop me from spiraling.

Do I know what it’ll mean to him? To us?

Likely not. But it’s a start, right? Finally, the beginning of something, because I was on the verge of ending this for good. It doesn’t matter how perfect and easy it is between us. If he’s not willing to finally take what he wants and admit it to me, I’m going to have to walk away.

He’s constantly in my thoughts. In my dreams. Hell, when we’re together, I’m aware of every breath he takes. It’s stalkery as hell, but this is what he’s done to me. What we’ve done to each other.

And if he doesn’t?—

The creak of the floorboard catches my breath.

I dare not breathe. Move.

My lungs burn, my head at the point of spinning, waiting, just fucking waiting and wanting and needing and?—

Sammy cups the back of my neck, the touch gentle as he strokes his thumb up and down the column.

I gasp for a breath as a tremble travels down my spine.

I turn, not fully losing his touch, when he adjusts his hold to press his palm to the side of my neck as our gazes connect. Wide-eyed, he looks close to jumping out of his skin.

Please don’t bolt.

If he does….

I shake off the thought. He’s still here, still stroking the pad of his thumb along my skin.

There’s a slight shake of his hand as he does so, and I get it, live and breathe it.

Fear keeps me silent.

If I speak, will it break the spell? Will it sever this connection? Will it?—

“If we’re going to do this,” he begins, startling the fuck out of me.

Do this?Is he finally saying?—

“—we can’t tell anyone. Not the team, not the guys.” His eye twitches, his frustration riding him. “I know they’ll understand and can keep a secret. Fuck, we kept Kieran’s for three years, but?—”

“I know why.” I nod a little too eagerly, so desperate for this to happen.

Sammy Hardy is going to change my world. He’s already begun. He did when he first stole a kiss and, soon after, my goddamn heart.

“So, just us?”

“Just us.” My mouth is already on his when I speak.

Sammy sighs into the touch, the heaviness of the past few minutes disappearing into a blissful fog of heat and want. We kiss like it’s the first time. Our lips brush, tongues caress like we can’t get enough.

I know I can’t. And from the way he wraps his arms around me, his chest pressing against mine, he feels it too.

As our mouths connect, he steals my breath while giving me life.

I’ve wanted this for so long. Him. Us.

His denim-covered cock brushes mine, and while we both groan, dual hitches of breath escaping, the urgency to get in his pants isn’t driving me forward.

This is different.

We’re not racing to the finish line. Sammy’s not trying to hurry this up so he can escape like a thief in the night.

A caress of my cheek gets my attention, and I ease back barely a fraction, not willing to fully part from him. His eyes are already on me when mine flutter open.

“You’re still going to come home with me over Thanksgiving, right?”

It takes a second for my brain to catch up. My brow furrows. “Yeah, of course.”

Something in his gaze has me moving back a little more, but I don’t let him go.

“What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

I’ve been to his home a few times now, visiting his mom and stepdad. He’s just a couple of hours’ drive away, a lot closer than my home over in San Antonio.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

I want to call bullshit, but I don’t want to push him. If he doesn’t want to or isn’t ready to tell me, all I can do is wait for him to change his mind.

His family is complicated.

That’s the polite way to say there’s a whole lot of fucked-up mixed with the love. With the complexities in mind, I need to check. “And that’s still okay with you, yeah? You’re okay for me to come?”

He’s nodding before I finish, the action loosening something in my chest.

This all feels so heavy and serious. But I suppose that’s what seven months of fooling around and living a lie will do to a relationship—because, holy shit, I think that’s finally what this is.

My softening cock is on board and rethickens.

Sammy followed me here. He says he’s ready to do this.

“Get undressed, Sammy.”

Heat flashes in his eyes, the worry burning away, and in silence, we undress. Our gazes wander, the air between us building to a low sizzle.

He’s so damn beautiful. His skin, the color of rich mahogany, slowly reveals itself to me. Each muscle, divot, dip, and angle is perfectly sculptured.

I lean in, sweeping my tongue over his taut nipple, a shade darker than his skin. He sighs on contact, holding me to him. I smile against him as I lick and tease. His sensitive nipples always get a rise out of him, and in no time at all, he’s panting and trying to grind on me.

Easing back, I peer up and make eye contact. Yearning stares back down at me.

“You want to lie down and me to?—”

The shake of his head cuts me off, and I stand upright. Wild-eyed and flushed, he’s breathing hard, his chest moving up and down.

“I want you inside me.”

I freeze, surprise and need making it hard to breathe, let alone process.

Vulnerability is stark in his expression, though his gaze doesn’t lose mine.

Through trial and error more than actual verbal communication, it’s always been clear that Sammy loves my fingers and tongue deep inside him. Full-on penetration, though… yeah, it’s been a gaping void between us.

But honestly, as long as I can have him, if he’s mine, I can cope without if that’s what he wants.

With gravel in my voice, I have to be sure. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah,” he says breathily, a coyness to him that’s so alien and not at all like the Sammy the rest of the world knows.

Except for me. I know this man. Know his tells, his insecurities.

“I want that. I want you to fuck me.”

Heat pulses through my body with the speed of a grassfire, and I smile so goddamn big, I don’t hide what his words mean to me. What this means for us.

“So, me inside you”—I step close so our bodies are flush—“means we’re doing this?”

It has to, right? Do I feel like a goober for asking? A big fat yes. But for the first time, he’s opened up about what’s happening between us. Not a single drop of alcohol has passed his lips. So finally—fucking finally—we get to talk at least some of this shit out.

Not that I want to waste the time chatting when I could be balls deep and blowing his damn mind.

With a nod, he bites down on his plump bottom lip. “Yeah.” His cock presses against mine, thick and long. Sticky precum paints my stomach, and while the thought of tasting him makes me salivate, to finally make love to him… I want that so badly.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he can have anything he wants or needs. But those words aren’t even close to the depth of my feelings. Instead, I lead him to the bed and ease him back onto the mattress, saying, “Let me take care of you.”

Emotion flickers in his eyes. I don’t need him to voice his feelings. I know what my words mean to him.

Naked and spread out, Sammy looks edible. And I absolutely want a taste.

I make my way between his spread legs; my roaming gaze slows as I take in every inch of skin. While we’ve been in this position before, it’s always been about tongues and fingers.

My cock throbs, and I shiver as a pearl of precum drips over the head.

“You want me to use a condom?”

His headshake is instant. “No. What I want is your cum in my ass and dripping out me so you don’t want to ever see your jizz anywhere else.”

I grip my dick and groan at the visual. It’s dirty and hot as fuck.

Sammy smirks, his gaze dipping to where I’m strangling my cock so I don’t blow.

“Maybe another time, you can get me off first and use my cum as lube.”

All control disappears. “Fuck.” I capture his mouth and shut him up before he really does make me explode.

He kisses me with familiar ease. Claiming me. Possessing me.

And fuck if I don’t light up for him.

Lips, tongues, and all fucking passion as we grind against each other.

This is what he does to me. Sammy Hardy owns me body and soul.

He’s close to devouring me as our kiss turns almost frantic. A raspy moan spills out of him. I capture it, drinking the sound down.

He angles his head a little abruptly to capture my gaze. The tender desperation I see there is almost my undoing, but it’s his “Fuck me, sweetheart. Please” that has my heart constricting.

“Anything for you, Sammy.”

A smile lifts his kiss-swollen lips, and my heart stutters.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I cut off any argument he may have with a swift kiss before I pull away and gather the lube from my bedside table.

Back between his legs and my gaze wholly on him, I trail my fingers up his thighs. “You okay on your back like this?”

I’ve imagined this moment a million times and every single way possible. But for this moment, I want him just like this. To see his face when I sink into him, to watch his expression when I make him mine.

Because unequivocally, that’s what he is. We both know it.

He replies with a breathy “Yeah” as he holds on to the underside of his thighs, revealing himself to me.

“Fuck, Sammy.”

He’s perfect.

His skin is flushed a deep red, but there’s not a lick of embarrassment. It’s all desire and desperation. And fuck if I don’t love this about him.

When Sammy commits, he seriously fucking commits.

I stare at his hole. It’s puckered and begging for attention.

“Bentley, sweetheart, you’re killing me here.”

My gaze snaps back to his face. “You need me inside you?” I keep my voice steady as I slick my fingers, even though I’m barely holding on to my restraint. But this is what he needs: to escape, to let go, to relinquish control.

“So fucking badly that I think I’m going to blow the moment you sink in.”

I smile down at him, pretty sure I’ll be the one shooting my load the moment I breach him.

Stroking my cock once, twice, I control my breathing. A tremble works through his body, but it’s when Sammy widens his legs even more, somehow exposing himself more fully, that I know he really is on the edge.

My slick fingers circle Sammy’s hole before I dip one digit in. I push deeper, and a heavy exhale that’s all relief bursts out of him. His searing gaze is on mine, unflinching as he silently encourages me to give him everything.

Two fingers, then three. We’ve done this before—my fingers exploring—but not so openly, not with me staring down at him, everything in my heart sure as hell painted on my face.

“You’re going to take me so good,” I murmur, my gaze dancing between my fingers working his ass and his expression.

“Damn fucking straight I am.”

I huff out a laugh but don’t stop diving my fingers in and out.

This—everything about it—makes the past few months worth it. The frustration, the unknown, and the secrecy.

“I’m ready,” he pants.

I quirk my gaze, not so convinced. In response, Sammy latches on to my wrist in a firm grip and starts to fuck my fingers in earnest.

“You’re so impatient.” I don’t take my eyes off his face, crooking my finger as he bears down, wanting to catch the moment?—

A deep, loud groan punches from his chest. Since I forgot to hit Play on my phone to connect to my speakers, I hope to God that the soundproofing is really as effective as it appears to be.

Another groan, and the last thing I’m thinking about is anyone hearing.

Sammy’s coming apart at the seams.

What I want is for him to be coming around my cock.

Pulling my fingers out, I reach for more lube, Sammy’s needy moan echoing around the room.

“Bentley….”

A shiver ripples through me as I slick my dick and peer down at him. “I know. I said I’ll take care of you.”

Those words do it. It’s not the first time I’ve noticed the effect on him. His body relaxes. Hell, he practically melts into my mattress, his lids dipping a little, his eyes settling at half-mast.

With my cock lubed, I turn my attention back to his hole. It’s a little looser. I swallow hard as I push more lube into him. Yeah, looser for sure, but he’s still so incredibly tight. I’m going to bust a nut so damn fast.

But I can’t worry about that.

“I want to make this so good for you,” I whisper as he pulls his knees back up and toward his chest.

He nods. It’s a little wild and frantic, but the smirk I love plays on his lips. “Seven months of foreplay…. It’s going to make this fucking amazing.”

I need to kiss him, so I do. With my head spinning and desperation urging me forward, I capture his mouth. Desire pulses in my veins, but I kiss him slowly, a gentle press of our lips, a slide of my tongue against his. It’s so at odds with the pulse of desire making my cock throb.

But fuck if it isn’t right for this moment.

Our kiss softens while my dick hardens, and Sammy arches up, our cocks brushing against each other. I ease back when a shudder racks his body, take hold of my dick, and position myself at his entrance.

With a lick of his lips, his gaze intensifies as I nudge his opening.

His nod is all I need to push forward.

Mine, mine, mineis the chant in my head as I breach the first tight ring.

“More. You’re not going to hurt me.”

The words never crossed my lips, but he knows my fear anyway.

He knows me.

I push farther inside him, my legs shaking as I fight to hold back. Sammy’s grip on my cock is strangling, perfect. The way he grips my ass, though, tells me everything. He wants me to fuck him and blow his goddamn mind.

The slow pump of my hips picks up the pace a little, the tight ring giving way completely. Sammy closes his eyes, his brow furrowing until a deep, guttural moan flies from his lips.

I still. I’m so deep inside him, his cheeks to my groin, it’s all I can do to remember how to breathe. My hands shake, my balls tightening. Fuck no can I come. Not yet.

Beneath me, Sammy’s breaths saw out of him. A sheen of sweat paints his skin, and when his eyes fly open, my heart soars.

What I see in their depths has me moving. Making this good for him drives me forward. It’s likely that I’ll be blowing far too soon, but not without him covering us with his cum.

Pleasure spears my gut as I thrust into him. “Fuck, Sammy.” Another thrust, and his lips part. “You feel so incredible.”

At my words, he clenches like a vise around my hard-as-steel cock. His grip on my ass also tightens.

He doesn’t urge me on, but his hold is firm; it”s another way to connect us.

“You’re taking me so fucking good.” I slam into him. “I knew you would.”

My breath stutters out of me. He feels so incredible. How are we going to survive not having this every day?

Not a chance am I willing to let a whole week pass us by without him being in my arms. Not again.

“Your ass is mine, Sammy.”

His eyes flare, and he reaches for me, hauling me down for a kiss.

I go willingly, tasting, taking, and possessing until I can barely breathe or remember a time before Sammy came into my world and made me his.

I break the kiss and peer down at him, sinking as deeply inside him as I can go until I still.

His lips part, likely to ask what the hell I’m doing. But whatever he sees in my expression has him stopping.

“You’re mine, Sammy.” I search his gaze, desperately wanting him to understand.

At his whispered “Fucking always,” my world tilts. Lust, desire, need, and love battle it out for domination. But there’s no need. Love, every single time, will win.

“That makes me yours too.”

A small smile pulls at his lips. My heart leaps at the hint of arrogance in that one movement, and a full-on grin forms on my mouth.

I kiss him again, this time sucking his tongue. His hips jerk when I do.

With fresh need and feeling a little more in control, I pull away, getting onto my knees and scooping his legs over my forearms so I can fuck him like he needs me to.

I snap my hips, our combined grunts sexy and downright dirty.

Somehow, his gaze doesn’t waver. The way I’m his whole focus settles a deep longing in my gut. He’s in this for real. He really is all in.

My cock throbs each time I sink inside him. The new angle of my thrusts earns fresh grunts and groans. His words are almost incoherent, and fuck if my chest doesn’t puff out.

I’ve done this to him. I’m the reason Sammy’s losing his mind and speaking in tongues.

And still, he looks at me like I have all the answers and am his whole world or something.

I want to be that and so much more.

“Are you mine, Sammy?” I slam into him harder. It doesn’t matter that I’m repeating myself; this is what he needs to hear.

“Fuck yes,” he pants.

The glowing embers already sparking in me burn brighter.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“I’m yours. All fucking yours.”

White light, hot and blinding, shoots into me.

Fuck, I’m going to blow.

I pick up my pace, my movements on the perfect side of punishing as my hips snap, my glutes tightening with each thrust.

“Fuck your hand.” I want to do it myself, touch him, have his cum all over me, but seeing white cream paint his dark brown skin will be even more perfect.

Immediately, Sammy grips himself, his hand moving fast and in time with my thrusts.

His whole body flushes, and sweat peppers his skin. “Nnghh.” His hand stutters, hips pausing from fucking against me. “There… fucking there, baby.”

God, what that word does to me. Melts me every damn time.

Another hard thrust followed by another, and Sammy is all I can see. All I can hear.

I want his orgasm. Want his needy cries and moans.

Want us to be this way forever.

Gripping his legs, his thigh muscles quivering, I tighten my hold, fucking him deep and hard. Heat spreads through my body, settling at the base of my spine and my balls. “Sammy.” Desperation clings to his name as my balls tighten. “Fucking come, baby. I need you to let go.”

His hand shuttles across his dick, fast, then slow, until his whole body is a quivering mess of groans.

And finally, fucking finally: “Bentley.”

My name on his lips is the sweetest sound, followed by his cry of relief as cum shoots across his abdomen, painting his hand and his delicious skin.

The sight sends me flying. His name spills from my lips as I soar so high that only the connection between us can stop me from floating away for an eternity.

Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me, the intensity settling with each jerk of my hips as I whisper his name like he’s a damn deity.

His “Baby” reaches me at the same time his strong hands do. He tugs me down, accepting my weight like a familiar blanket.

I’m shaking as he wraps his arms around me. Pressing my face next to his neck, I breathe him in, committing his scent to memory.

Silently, he caresses my back, long strokes up and down over my pebbling skin. I’m pretty sure I should be taking care of him in this moment—you know, checking his ass, offering to clean him up—but fuck, being in his arms like this is so right and comforting.

So perfect, it’ll be hard to leave.