CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

N oah

This is totally happening.

My heartrate surges, unused to all this happiness being pumped into my body. Then I remove Finn's tie.

My hands shake, but Finn is calm and steady. He is my rock, my mountain, my life.

And tonight, I'm going to worship him.

His tie swooshes as I slide it from his collar, then I unbutton his shirt. His hands reach to mine, and we work together. It's not the most practical approach, but we both smile, then we move to my tie, my shirt. I remove his suit jacket, then he removes mine.

Clothes pile on the floor. Our cocks harden, and when I remove Finn's belt and pull down his pants, his cock is already jutting out in an absolutely interesting way.

But I'm not here for his cock.

I'm going to be inside Finn.

I'm going to be as close to him as it's possible for a man to be.

His eyes dilate.

Suddenly, we're kissing. Our clothes are mostly off, and I push him toward the bed, managing not to trip either of us on our trousers.

Then we're both lying on the bed struggling to remove each other's boxer briefs. Finn's body is clean from the shower after the game, and I suck on the soft skin where his neck tapers to his shoulders. He moans against me, flaying on the bed.

"This is going to be so good," he says.

"Totally."

I move my hands down his back. I have the sense I'm moving too quickly, that I should be memorizing the exact curve of each muscle, but I live here. We're going to have lots of sex. Finn likes this, likes me.

But an odd uncertainty billows through me regardless, and when I realize I've forgotten the lube, I hesitate wondering what else I've forgotten.

"Babe?" Finn turns around, and I realize I've stopped kissing him, stopped touching him, stopped giving him everything he needs and deserves.

"I, um, forgot the lube."

His eyebrows rise, and he gives one of those throaty laughs that I love so much. Then he scrambles up, crawls over the bed's entire California King width, opens up his bedside drawer and tosses me the lube. "There."

I stare at him, and his grin fades.

"We don't have to do anything," he says.

"No. I want to." I shake my head.

He chews on his lower lip, and I force my lips into a smile.

"Maybe I'm nervous," I admit.

"My sweet puck." His voice is fond.

Finn crawls toward me, his cheeks flushed from the movement, then he lies me back on the bed. He snaps open the lube and puts it on my cock. I stiffen under the attention from his fingers .

He reaches behind himself and stretches himself. Then he clambers over me, lines himself up with my cock, and slides around me.

Heat pulses through my core, and he grins.

"I'm in," I say, my eyes widening.

"Teamwork, baby." Finn inhales deeply, and I wonder if this is more painful for him than he's acting, but then Finn is moving, moving, moving. His gaze takes on a blissful expression. Sweat shimmers over his chest.

"You're beautiful," I murmur.

"Don't tell anyone." He winks.

I reach to him to stroke his cock, and he scrambles to pull all the pillows underneath me. I thrust up, and he moves down, and our movements are faster, sloppier, as pings of pleasure spread through us. Conversation gives way to silence then to pants.

God, I am in Finn. Tight heat squeezes me. He flies over me, his loose golden-brown locks bobbing.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I press my lips together, because we don't say those words.

Then he explodes. Cum spills over my chest, and three seconds later I am exploding inside him.

He topples onto me, kissing me noisily. "That was totally awesome."

My heart zooms, and all I can do is nod.

I love you. I love you. I love you.