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Chapter 32

Blake

T he moment Chase and I step through the front door of his house, the air shifts between us. There’s an unspoken energy humming beneath the surface, something thick with anticipation, something that makes my skin tingle.

He said he had a surprise for me but wouldn’t tell me more. Not even when I begged. But we're here together, alone. Carter went out with the team to celebrate after dropping us off, or rather, message Ginny from a booth somewhere in the corner of whatever bar they wind up in.

My mind can’t stop racing, hoping that what I think is about to happen is. But another part of me doesn’t want to get my hopes up, just in case I’m wrong. I don’t even care if I am. Just the fact that Chase took me back is enough. Everything else can wait until the timing is right.

Chase tosses his keys onto the table near the door, glancing at me over his shoulder, his lips curving into a small, almost shy smile. It makes my heart clench in my chest because I know what it means.

I swallow hard, shoving my hands into my pockets. “So, it’s just you and me?” I ask, even though I know the answer. It’s just the first thing I could think of to say.

“Yep. Carter should be out for a while.” His voice is steady, but I don’t miss the way his fingers twitch slightly as he tugs off his jacket. He’s nervous, but there’s also a confidence in him.

He turns back to me, his expression softer now, his eyes dark with something deeper than lust, something that makes my stomach tighten.

“Come upstairs with me?”

I nod, unable to trust my voice.

I follow him through the house, the familiar creak of the staircase beneath our feet grounding me as we make our way to his bedroom. My pulse pounds with every step, not out of fear, but because this moment feels so monumental, so real.

Chase pushes open his door, stepping inside before turning to face me. His room is warm, comforting, filled with pieces of him. Hockey gear piled neatly in the corner, a few books stacked on his desk along with his laptop, and his bed slightly unmade from this morning.

I step inside, closing the door behind me, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Chase watches me for a long moment before stepping forward, his fingers finding the hem of my shirt. Slowly, he lifts it over my head, his touch lingering against my skin as he lets it drop to the floor.

“Blake…” His voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s filled with so much emotion it makes my chest tighten. “I’m ready.”

My breath catches.

He doesn’t have to explain. I know exactly what he means.

Still, I search his face, needing to be absolutely sure. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do it now. I can wait.” My voice is hoarse, filled with the weight of everything this moment means.

Chase swallows, his hands sliding up my chest before resting over my heart. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I love you and I want this.”

I exhale slowly, reaching up to cup his cheek, my thumb brushing over his lips. “I love you,” I murmur. “And this… this isn’t just about tonight for me. It’s about forever. You know that, right?”

His fingers tighten against my skin. “I know.”

Then he kisses me.

It’s slow, deep, breathtaking. There’s no rush, no frantic urgency. Just warmth, love, and unspoken promises between us as our hands explore, as we move together, bodies pressing close, feeling, learning, savoring every second.

Chase backs up toward the bed, pulling me with him until his legs hit the edge. He sits, looking up at me with a mixture of love and vulnerability that makes my chest ache. He pulls me between his legs and takes hold of my pants, taking his time undoing them.

He glances up at me through his lashes as he lowers my pants, letting them fall to the floor, pooling at my feet.

“Baby.”

“Shh,” he says as he takes hold of my already hard shaft with one hand and gently strokes up and down the length.

“Fuck, that feels so good. I thought I’d never feel your hands on me again.” I groan, letting my head fall back. I gaze up at the ceiling, trying my damndest not to come before he’s had a chance to do anything more to me.

“This will feel even better,” his husky voice tells me before I feel his wet tongue swirling around the tip of my cock. I can’t help the moan that explodes from me. He reaches around, gripping my ass with one of his hands as he begins to bob his head up and down the length of my cock, taking it in all the way to the hilt.

My hand goes down, cupping the back of his head, holding it in place as I guide him to move faster, my hips thrusting into his mouth in sync with his movement. I can feel my balls growing heavy, begging for a release.

“Fuck, baby. I’m not going to last much longer. If you don’t want my cum in your mouth, you better stop now,” I tell him, through deep, labored breaths.

He doesn’t stop, though. Instead, he moves his hand from my ass and grabs my balls, kneading them with his fingers, sending me over the edge. I grip his head tighter as my hips thrust forward, pushing my cock deeper in his mouth and I still. My cock jerks as I shoot my load into his mouth and Chase swallows every last drop.

Such a good boy. And he’s mine.

Once I'm completely empty, I pull from his mouth, a trail of saliva trailing from my cock to his lips.

“You taste as good as I remember,” Chase whispers.

“Now it’s time for me to see if you do, too.” My voice is full of desire and heat.

I remove my shoes and step the rest of the way out of my pants. Chase holds me by my waist, helping me balance. I kneel between his legs, brushing my hands up the sides of his torso, leaning in to kiss the sensitive skin just below his navel, feeling the way his breath catches beneath my lips.

His fingers weave into my hair, yanking me up to my feet, and his lips crash into mine with a searing kiss that's deep and urgent. When he shifts, pulling me down onto the mattress with him, I let myself go—falling into him completely.

We move together in perfect sync, every touch, every kiss, a testament to how hard we’ve fought to rebuild what we lost. This moment isn’t just about desire—it’s about trust, about love, about finally committing ourselves to each other.

“I don’t want your mouth on my cock, Blake. I want you in my ass,” he moans into my mouth.

We break apart and he sits up, taking hold of his shirt and pulling it over his head, tossing it onto the floor. He uses his foot to remove his shoes before hurriedly undoing his pants, lifting his hips and shimmying them down his legs, leaving himself naked before me.

The faint glow from the bedside lamp highlights the contours of his muscles—the strong lines of his shoulders, the curve of his collarbone, the defined ridges of his abdomen. His skin is flushed, a light pink hue dusting his cheeks, his lips parted slightly as he watches me with those green eyes that have always undone me.

I let my fingers ghost over his skin, tracing along his hip, the smooth plane of his stomach. Every scar, freckle, an inch of him is perfect. Chase has always been beautiful, but seeing him like this—completely bare, completely mine—it steals the breath from my lungs.

I swallow hard, pressing my palm over his heart, feeling the strong, steady beat beneath my touch.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs, a slow, lazy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

I smirk, running my thumb lightly over his ribs. “Can you blame me?”

He chuckles, the sound low and warm, sending a shiver through me. “You act like you’ve never seen me naked before.”

I shake my head, leaning down to press a slow kiss against his shoulder. “I know, but this feels different.”

His fingers weave into my hair, tugging gently as he tilts his chin up, silently inviting me closer. I oblige, brushing my lips over his—soft, slow, savoring his taste. He hums into the kiss, his other hand gliding down my back, fingertips pressing into my skin, grounding me.

I pull back just enough to meet his gaze again, my heart pounding. “You’re everything to me, you know that?”

His expression softens, and he nods, threading his fingers through mine. “I know. And I’m yours, Blake.”

Something in me settles at those words, a warmth spreading through my chest as I bring his hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“Now I want you inside of me.” His voice is soft, but commanding. It’s a new side of him in the bedroom and I have to admit I like it. “Lube is in the drawer, with the condoms,” he tells me.

I lean back from him, rolling over toward the nightstand and pull them out.

My cock is already hard again, ready for another round. When I turn back to face Chase, he’s starting to move onto his stomach and I stop him. “No, I want to see your face as I sink deep inside of you.”

I take some of the pillows and have Chase lift his hips, placing them under, putting his body at the perfect angle. Gripping the silver foil packet in my hand, I lift it to my mouth and use my teeth to rip it open before moving between Chase’s legs. I place the condom over the head of my cock and pinch the tip before slowly rolling it down. Chase’s eyes follow every movement as he grips his cock, slowly stroking it.

“Tease,” he jokes and I can’t help but smile.

I squeeze some of the lube into my palm and rub it along his opening, taking my time, teasing the entrance with the tip of my fingers before slipping one then two fingers inside of him, scissoring them back and forth as I prepare him for my cock. With each pump, he moans, his hand stroking his dick faster. Every fucking noise he makes has me wanting him more.

When I’m sure he’s ready, I press his legs into his chest and then line my head up with his hole and thrust inside of him in one full, swift motion. He lets out a cry, not of pain but of desire. “God, you feel so good, baby, so tight, so perfect.” I groan as I begin to move my hips, moving my cock in and out of his tight hole, fighting to keep control so I can drag this moment out.

I don’t need anything else in this moment. Just him. Just us.