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CAM

I’d been missing Trev so bad I was losing my mind, but I hadn’t realized just how much until I landed in bed with him.

Naked with his hips between my thighs and my hands all over his powerful back, I was overwhelmed by how amazing it was to be in his arms again.

To be holding him close while we kissed like our lives depended on it.

Yes, every inch of him was hot as hell, and I was so turned on I could barely breathe, but this was also coming home.

Returning to a place that leaving had never felt right, not even for a second.

Everything was right again.

Trev pushed himself up on his forearms and gazed down at me with smoldering eyes. “Tell me what you want. Anything.”

Immediately, my head was full of every imaginable thing we could do.

Some from fantasies, most from the scorching hot reality of being with him.

I saw us sixty-nining, or making out while we got each other off with our hands, or fucking in every position imaginable until we couldn’t move.

I wanted it all right the hell now, but the urgency also ticked down a few notches because…

I didn’t have to have it all right now. We had time.

We were back to where we’d always belonged, and we had all the time in the world to explore all the ways we could drive each other wild.

There was no rush.

At the same time, though, the thing I was hungriest for was Trev’s orgasm. The sounds he made, the way his whole body shook with his surrender, the indescribable bliss of knowing I could make him feel that good.

“Let me ride you,” I panted.

He shivered. “You know it’ll be quick if you do, right?”

I grinned. “Uh-huh. And we’ve got all day, so plenty of time to go a few rounds and take our time?”

“God, Cam…” He bent to kiss my neck. “You’re going to kill me. You know that, right?”

“I mean, not on purpose.”

Trev huffed a warm laugh against my throat, then lifted his head to kiss my mouth again. I couldn’t help whimpering into his deep, needy kiss, and when he rubbed his hard cock against my hip, I almost came unglued. I fucking needed him. Like now .

Before I could say anything, though, he rolled onto his back and took me with him. I straddled him as we kept making out, and when I pressed against his cock, the helpless sound he made had the whole room spinning.

“Let me fuck you,” he pleaded, his voice strained with need. “I want to make you scream.”

I was suddenly out of breath, but I managed, “You always do.”

“Uh-huh.” He nipped my lower lip. “Get some lube. I can’t wait.”

The hunger in his shaky voice made my spine tingle. Get some lube? Didn’t have to tell me twice.

I handed him the bottle, and… Christ, he was gorgeous like this. He was gorgeous anyway, but lying back with those abs on full display, stroking lube onto his dick as he raked his eyes up and down my body—he was mind-blowingly sexy.

I hadn’t been the least bit horny since we’d stopped fooling around. Now, I couldn’t get enough of him, and I couldn’t get him into me fast enough.

And that low purr he gave as I sank down on top of him? Fuck, he wasn’t the only one who was going to come fast, and not only because every move either of us made meant just the right amount of friction.

“Oh my God…” He slid his hands up my thighs. “That feels so… He squeezed his eyes shut and arched under me, driving himself deeper. “Fuck, Cam…”

I fought to hold on to my rhythm. Every thrust, every stroke—I was ready to lose it, but Trev was teetering so perfectly on the edge, and I wanted him to come. I loved it when he was too keyed up to hold back.

“Cam,” he panted. “Jesus Christ, I’m?—”

He sucked in a breath and thrust up so hard he knocked me off-balance.

He kept me in place with his strong hands on my hips, though, and he fucked up into me as he cried out with the force of his orgasm.

Watching and feeling him fall apart like that—when he was frenzied with the need to get as deep as I could take him—I damn near came with him.

With a shudder, he relaxed back onto the bed, and his iron grip on my hips relaxed as he closed his eyes and exhaled.

That was a sight I’d be remembering the next time I got myself off while he was on the road.

Sweaty, flushed, shaking Trev, every muscle standing out as he trembled through the last few aftershocks of his orgasm.

He was gorgeous anyway, and he was never hotter than in that moment after he’d come, when he was an utter mess who probably couldn’t even remember where he was.

Knowing I could do that to him was the sexiest thing ever .

His eyelids fluttered open, and when his gaze landed on me, it sharpened as if he were coming back to earth. He swept his tongue across his lips and whispered, “My turn.”

Oh, hell yeah.

I eased myself up off him and onto my back beside him.

Before I’d even settled onto the pillows, Trev’s lips were on mine and his magic fingers were between my thighs.

I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his fingers into me, and—oh, God, I loved his hands.

The way he finger-fucked me while the heel of his hand rubbed just right to melt my damn spine.

His touch was light but insistent—enough to send me into the stratosphere without making me too sensitive.

A memory flickered through my mind of fantasizing about Trev to get myself over the edge, but I didn’t need to do that anymore.

Trev was here. He was holding me close, driving me wild, and kissing me while he tried to catch his breath from his own orgasm.

That reality took me higher than any fantasy ever could, and I gripped his shoulders tighter as I rutted against his hand.

He started kissing my neck, pausing just long enough to breathlessly murmur, “You gonna come?”

“Uh-huh.” I arched, squeezing my eyes shut. “God, baby, keep…” I shuddered hard. “Keep doing that.”

He growled softly against my throat, and he kept doing that, and…

fuck, I was almost there. So damn close.

Right on the brink. I wanted to come so bad I was on the verge of tears, but I also fought it back just because I loved what he was doing.

This felt so goddamned good—his magic fingers, his lips on my neck, his purred encouragement, his hot, powerful body against mine—that I wanted to enjoy it and savor it.

Finally, though, I let him carry me over the edge, my spine lifting off the bed as my orgasm drove a cry of “fuuuck!” out of me. Trev kept me going, lightening his touch just enough that I wouldn’t get too sensitive, but still teasing me enough that I kept coming… and coming… and?—

“S-stop,” I panted.

He did, lifting his hand away and gathering me in his arms as I trembled and gasped for air.

“I love making you come,” he growled into my hair.

All I could manage was a wordless whimper, which I hope he took to mean that I, too, loved when he made me come.

We lay like that for a while, just holding each other. Once I caught my breath, there was some lazy kissing, and I was in heaven.

It wasn’t just bliss because Trev had made me come hard enough to see stars, either. We were here. Together. We’d found a way to make things work, and by some miracle, I was in the arms of the man I’d loved for most of my life.

Except it wasn’t a miracle or divine intervention. It was Trev refusing to give up and figuring out a way to make sure the financial side of things didn’t muddy the romantic side.

It was Trev wanting this enough to fight for us. It was him loving me the way I’d always loved him.

“The truth is that I’ve loved you since we were kids who didn’t know who we were.”

God, it was like he’d said out loud what I hadn’t been able to put into words. Because I had loved him since then, and by some miracle… he had too.

And it wasn’t just words or lip service. Not when he was offering to put things into motion to make sure I was more secure than I’d thought possible.

I carded my fingers through his hair as I gazed into his beautiful eyes. “What you said about a bank account—were you serious about that?”

Trev nodded. “Completely.”

Apparently taking my silence for disbelief—which it kind of was, because holy shit—he rolled over and leaned down to pick up something off the floor.

When he came back, he had his phone in his hand, which he must’ve dug out of his pants pocket.

Without a word, he tapped the screen a few times, then showed it to me.

There was an open banking app on the screen, which showed a newly created account. The only activity so far was a deposit made a few days ago.

A deposit of $100,000.

It took a second to process everything he was showing me. When I did, I shook myself and met his gaze. “That’s an insane amount of money, Trev.”

“It’s enough that you won’t have to worry about anything for a while.

” He signed out of the app and put the phone on the nightstand.

Then he turned onto his side and rested his hand on my waist. “It’s in my name right now, but they told me it won’t take more than a ten-minute visit to the branch to transfer it to you. Completely.”

I stared at him. The bank balance again. Then him. “You… already set this up? Even before you knew we’d…” I gestured at us.

Cheeks coloring a little, he said, “I wanted you to know I was serious. Because I am.”

“What if…” I hesitated. “What if I’d said no?”

He half-shrugged. “I still would’ve kept the money aside for you. In case you wanted to leave the job and needed something to help you get on your feet.”

I blinked. “I… You… You were going to let me take a hundred grand as severance?”

Trev pursed his lips, then shrugged again. “I guess you could call it that?” He trailed his fingers down my cheek. “I saw it more as making sure my friend didn’t end up out on his ass. Even if we’re not together, I still care about you. I always have.”

I had to work to swallow. “You really are more than I deserve.”

“No, I’m not.” He leaned in for a soft kiss. “I love you, Cam. I always have. I want you to be happy and secure, and that doesn’t hinge on you being with me.”

“I kind of do want to be with you, though.”

His eyebrow flicked up, as did one corner of his mouth. “Kind of?”

“Well. You know.” I half-shrugged as I fought a grin. “I could be persuaded. Maybe.”

He tsked and rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

I laughed, which he cut off with a long, perfect kiss.

I held him close as the moment lingered, and his words continued to echo in my mind.

I really didn’t deserve him. He’d always been an amazing friend, even during our young and stupid days, and now—somehow—I had the best version of him as more than a friend.

Where my ex had loved to keep me destabilized as much as possible so he’d always have the upper hand, Trev was willing to do whatever it took to make sure the ground was solid beneath my feet.

And none of that was contingent on me being his boyfriend.

As if anyone on this planet existed who I could possibly want as a partner more than I wanted Trev.

I broke the kiss and touched my forehead to his. “I love you, Trev.”

He ran his fingers through my hair. “I love you, too.”

I kissed him lightly. Then I drew back a little to meet his gaze. “Thank you, by the way. You don’t have to give me money or—I mean, I appreciate it, but you don’t have to.”

“I know,” he murmured. “But it’ll keep the lines clearer. And you won’t feel like you’re trapped with me if things go south.”

I wanted to insist that would never happen. For all I’d been afraid it could, Trev wasn’t Daniel; he wouldn’t do shit to make me feel unsafe, and he wouldn’t leave me out in the cold. But after Daniel, I couldn’t take that for granted. Not even with Trev. I hated that.

I moistened my lips. “I, um… I think I might look for a job locally. At a gym or something. Not even because of the financial side of things—I want to have my own income and all, but also… I miss it. I love looking after the boys, but I miss training, you know?”

Trev nodded. “I get that. And there’s tons of gyms around here, so I’m sure you could find something. Or—” He hesitated.

“What?”

He chewed his lip, then looked at me through his lashes.

“I don’t want more of your life to be tangled up with me—more than you’re comfortable with, I mean.

But there are always people at the team’s training center who are looking for trainers.

Especially strength trainers. And I’m pretty sure the team has an open position for one too. ”

I straightened. “Oh. That could be interesting.”

“I can get you in touch with the right people if you want to talk to them.” He carded his fingers through my hair. “If you’re good with a job that’s with my team.”

“I wouldn’t be working directly for you, though. I can live with that.”

Some interest sparked in his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Sure. But what if you don’t stay in Pittsburgh?”

“It’s always a possibility. If that happens, we can do the long-distance thing during the season, and I’ll come back here during the off-season.” He gestured around us. “You’re welcome to stay here, too.”

I had no idea what I’d done to deserve this man, but whatever it was, I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

I curled closer to him. “You’re amazing. You know that?”

He stroked a hand down my back. “I know. I’ve seen my stats.”

I snorted and bumped him with my knee.

Chuckling, Trev kissed my forehead and held me to him.

Eyes closed, I sighed into his embrace. Everything about this was perfect.

Even all the messiness that had apparently had to happen for us to get here.

I’d never wish the aftermath of my breakup with Daniel on my worst enemy, but for the first time, I was genuinely glad it had happened.

All of it. Though there’d been a lot of hell and fear during those weeks, that shitstorm was the tornado that had miraculously deposited me here.

In Pittsburgh. In this house. In Trev’s arms. In love with my best friend.

We’d lost a lot of years, and I hated that we’d missed so much of each other’s lives, but maybe that had been a blessing too.

Immaturity and figuring ourselves out had stood in the way of us connecting when we were younger.

Maybe we’d needed to go our separate ways for a while, grow up, and become the people who could give this relationship the chance it deserved.

One way or the other, we’d made it back to each other.

And I hoped we never let each other go again.