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“You,” I say as I use all my weight to flip us so he’s on top of me. He doesn’t expect it, so he goes over rather ungracefully and slides to the side, but I grab his jaw and kiss him as I try to keep my laughter in. I’m trying to be sexy, but this is kind of funny.

“When you scream my name,” I tease him, lunging forward until he falls back and I’m once again on top. The air whooshes out of him as he curses. I grin at his momentary windedness.

“When’s the last time you went to the gym?” I ask with a grin. He glares at me.

“Does it matter?”

I lean down and kiss him. “Nope. Just means there’s more of you for me to hold onto,” I say as nudge his legs open and thrust against him.

I press my finger against his entrance slowly, and he groans.

“More of you for me to fuck,” I whisper against his lips. “Lube?” I whisper against his ear.

He sucks in a breath. “Nightstand. ”

His breaths are short, strained, and I can’t help but grin. I reach for the nightstand, fumbling with the drawer. I grab the bottle which looks brand new and barely used. I warm it in my hands then I slide my finger over his hole, teasing with the slightest pressure before I press into him.

He groans, his hands gripping my shoulders.

I slide my finger in a bit more so I can stroke his prostate. He jumps, nearly knocking me off him, but we fall back easily.

“Fuck, Alex,” he groans.

“Louder,” I say, leaning down to kiss the side of his neck.

I start to build a rhythm. His cock slides against my abs, solid and wet, leaving sticky trails along my skin. I use my free hand to grab his cock and his entire body tenses.

“No more,” he says, pushing my hand away from him. He grabs my wrist and pulls my finger from his tight hole. I still for a moment, and his heavy breath echoes between us.

“I want to feel you .”

I blink, his words settling on me.

“Are you sure?” I ask, the shock in my voice evident.

“Yes,” he says, grabbing my jaw. Then he pulls back, stares up at me, and in that deep, dark, commanding voice, he says, “Now be a good boy and fuck me. ”

Fucking hell. I’ve never heard sweeter words.

I lather my cock with as much lube as I can and waste no time sinking into him. If he wants to feel it, if he wants me to fuck him, I’ll fuck him into next week.

There’s no tension, no resistance. His hips meet my thrusts evenly as I bottom out and we both groan.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say, kissing him.

“So do you.” He slides one hand over my ass and squeezes.

I grab his dick with one hand while I use the other to hold onto his hip.

“Come for me,” I demand.

“Alex…” His eyes fall shut.

“Louder,” I grit through my teeth. I grind into him so hard the bed shakes. “Scream my fucking name, Jordan.”

“Fuck, I’m going to—”

I pull my hips back and slam into him as my balls draw tight. “I said come for me!”

“Alex!”

I swallow his cries with my mouth, and my orgasm hits and we come together like a perfect storm.

I collapse onto his chest, catching my breath as his hands come up around my back and he holds me tight. I close my eyes as the tears come along with a satisfied grin.

The knock at the door alerts me and I freeze. Fuck, I forgot about the damn pizza .

“We should get that,” he says, the humor in his voice evident.

I pull out of him regrettably, and dress myself in my briefs.

“One minute!” I call out.

I grab him a towel from the bathroom as he pushes himself to sit up against the headboard. He doesn’t say a word as I clean him up. Nor does he protest when I kiss him. He dresses himself back in his underwear and relaxes against the bed as I head for the door.

He browses through the channels as I grab the pizza, breadsticks, and soda pop. I bring it all over to the bed and pop the boxes open.

“Do you remember Austen’s wedding?” he asks, settling on a channel with a movie that looks familiar, though I can’t place it.

“Remember?” I ask as I grab a slice of pizza. It’s big and thick and cheesy and smells amazing.

“How could I forget? You were only trying to seduce me the whole fucking night.” I laugh.

“Was not,” he says, but he laughs and we both know it’s a lie.

“Yes, that’s why you totally didn’t shove me into the bathroom and demand I suck your dick.”

He rolls his eyes, but the humor fades and I realize as he stares at the screen, that it’s on mute .

I put my pizza down as he turns to me, his arms over his knees.

“The next morning, I went to look for you,” he says quietly.

I look up at him, and his gaze is steady.

“Seriously?”

He nods.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says carefully. “Even then, I knew things with you were different. I knew I wanted it to be something but I was just… scared. I hoped that—I don’t know. We could figure something out.”

I can’t speak. All I can do is listen as he keeps talking, because fuck, I had no idea.

“I knew that no one made me feel the way you did, so I wanted to give this, a real relationship with you , a shot.”My heart breaks at the same time it flutters. That was eight years ago.

And then reality hits me.

“But I wasn’t there,” I say softly. “I left because I’d gotten the call that I’d made the team.”

He nods. “Yeah.”

“I didn't think you wanted anything to do with me.” I pause for a moment before adding, “I ran before you could hurt me.”

His expression falters.

“Because I wanted you to love me then. I wanted to be enough for you, but— ”

“I didn’t know how to love you. To love anyone,” he adds. The silence is thick as he looks down at me with watery eyes. “But I wanted to.”

“What about now?” I ask as I scoot closer to him.

“What about now?” he asks.

I twist my lips, figuring I’ll never know if I don’t ask.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend now?”

He holds my gaze, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“Yes, Alex,” he says solidly. “As weird as that sounds, it’s exactly what I want.”

The smile that lights up my face is irrefutable.

“Really?” I ask, breathless as I sit up, drawing myself closer to him and nearly upending the food.

He laughs, tossing the near empty boxes to the side as he leans into my space. “Absolutely.”

There’s a pause, but it isn’t tense. It’s warm. He stares down at me, and I decide to just tell him what’s been on my mind the last year.

“Do you remember Christmas?” I ask.

He smiles. “How could I forget? It was the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

The honesty in his voice makes my heart swell, because I also felt that way then. I still do.

“I think I knew for a long time that that , a house full of life—” I let out a shaky breath, but I don’t break his gaze because I need to say it. I need to look at him when I say these words, because he needs to know.

“A house full of kids? That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

” The small gasp of breath is enough to let me know he heard me, even though his expression doesn’t change.

So I continue. “But I never thought it would be a possibility for me. I didn’t see that sort of future with anyone.

I could barely see a future for myself.”

“Alex—”

“When you threw me in your truck that night and brought me back to your place, I was a mess. I was broken.” My chest tightens at the memory. “But you saw the mess, and you didn’t run away.”

His eyes cloud with emotion, but I keep going. I can’t stop now.

“You saw me. You’ve always seen me, but that night? You met me where I was. You got on the floor next to me and grabbed me, and you helped me up. You fixed more than my fucking leg,” I say. “You fixed me . You loved me. Well before you said those words. You were doing it all along.”

I close my eyes for a moment, tasting those words for the truth they are.

“You asked me to be patient so you could figure things out, and at the first test of real patience, when I asked you to come with me, I failed. I didn’t know how to meet you where you were because all I was focused on was where we could go .”

“You didn’t fail, Alex.”

“Yes, I did.” I look at him solidly when I say it. “I let my fear get in the way of what I wanted most. A life. With you. I wanted it so badly.” I close my eyes and feel the pain, the guilt all over. But when I open my eyes and look at him, it disappears.

“That’s what I want more than anything,” I say. “ A life with you. Whatever that entails. I know it won’t be easy, and I’ll probably fuck up sometimes because I’m far from perfect, but I love you. So, maybe—” I hold his gaze. “Maybe we can catch our breath together. And figure it out from there.”

He moves closer to me, putting both his hands on my cheeks.

“I should have said this a long time ago, but there’s nothing I can do about that. So I’m going to say it now. All of that? It’s exactly what I want too. And I will fuck something up along the way, because it’s what I do, but as long as you’re with me, I think I’ll be okay. We will be okay.”

He pulls me in for a kiss, not that I could say anything to that, anyway.

“So that’s it?” I ask when we pull apart. “We’re good?”

He leans down and kisses me. “So fucking good, baby.”

My heart swells and I grab his face, pulling him to me. His words are a dream come true.

We spend the rest of the night watching TV, fucking, and cuddling until the sun comes up.

And when I wake up, wrapped in his arms, I can’t help but smile.

This is going to be my life now. Maybe not right away because we have shit to figure out, but my future is with Jordan.

Soon enough, I’ll get to wake up with him every single morning, for the rest of my life. Nothing could be more perfect.