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Up until last week I wouldn’t have called myself lonely.

I traveled the world with my best friend, worked and competed with guys I’d known virtually my whole life, and had thousands of fans to cheer me on everywhere I went.

I was literally surrounded, and even though Jace is the only person among that throng that really knows me, I never felt like there was a void to fill in my life.

Now I do, and instead of ignoring it like I probably should, I’m trying to fill it.

Right on cue, the back door swings open and Lennon steps out, looking like a grunge rocker in an army green skirt with silver buckles.

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me.

His eyes grow wide as his jaw drops open, morphing slowly from a surprised ‘O’ to a tentative smile.

It’s not the infectious one I’ve been seeing in my sleep, but it’s enough that I know he’s happy to see me. Thank God.

“Playing hooky again?” His velvety voice drifts over me, sending a warm shiver up my spine.

“Something like that.” I can’t stop the coy grin from spreading across my face as he walks toward me .

“If you wanted me to join you, you should’ve got here earlier. I’m done for the night.” He stops several feet away, close enough to see the hint of confusion in his brown eyes but far enough that I can’t touch him.

“I figured I have a better chance of getting you to take me home than skipping work. Although, if you’re game, I’ll definitely steal you away from the restaurant.”

“I thought we agreed we had our fun?” Though his words are cautions, he takes a step forward.

“I didn’t agree to that.” I shake my head, never taking my eyes off his.

“And I didn’t agree to see you again.” Another step closer, almost within reach.

“But you wanted to.” I hold his gaze, daring him to object.

“You think so?” He arches a brow.

“I know so. Your voice is all husky and your pulse is gonna beat out of your neck. You’re happy to see me.”

“Maybe I’m just happy to be off work.” He crosses his arms.

“I’m sure you are. You work more than anyone I’ve ever met. Doesn’t mean you aren’t happy to see me, though. So, you gonna take me home?” I cock my head, waiting for his answer.

“What’s wrong with your place?” He holds his ground, fighting a smile.

I hate that I haven’t touched him yet, but love the challenge he’s giving me. “It’s parked in Utah. I rode here when we finished filming.”

“You rode here on that?” He points to my Harley, eyes growing wide.

“It’s faster than towing a big ass trailer. So?” I lift my brows.

“So, what?” He gnaws on his lip, and my cock twitches in my pants .

I lunge for him, snatching his wrist and pulling him tight to my chest as I wrap an arm around his waist. “So, if you don’t want the whole town to see me pin you up against the building, we better get a move on.”

He gives me a half-hearted shove. “Such a pig,” he mutters.

“Only cause it makes you hard,” I whisper next to his ear before I kiss it. “Get on.”

Thank God the ride is only a few blocks, because that’s the furthest I can go with Lennon’s hand rubbing over my dick from his seat behind me.

I can’t believe he actually remembered that little fantasy of mine.

It makes getting off the bike a challenge, but once I’m standing I’m so hot I can’t get through the front door fast enough.

The moment we’re inside the house I push him against the wall, face first, lifting his arms above his head so he can brace himself.

“Remember the first time I fucked you?” I growl as I lift the skirt and skim my hand up the back of his thigh, tugging his briefs off my prize. “I had you pinned against the wall like this. We discovered how much you like it when I slap your ass.”

He moans when my hand makes contact with a smack, rocking his hips back into my palm when I rub out the sting.

“I do love it,” he pants.

“I know.” I kiss along his neck and hit him again, and again he lets out a chorus of whimpers and moans.

“Damn that’s a beautiful sound. I played it over and over again in my head when I went to bed each night.”

“Did you touch yourself?” he asks breathlessly.

“Hell, yes I did. I wrapped those lace briefs around my cock and imagined it was you sliding over me.” Undoing my pants with my free hand, I pull my dick out and nestle it between his cheeks.

I let it rest there while I fish a packet of lube from my pocket, coating both my shaft and his hole when I slather it on.

“That turned you on? Rubbing my underwear on your cock?” He leans his head back against my shoulder as my fingers work him open with as much haste as I can use without hurting him.

“Fuck yeah, it did.” I line up and push inside, the overwhelming pressure and heat so intense I have to retreat almost immediately lest I lose myself completely.

After a few stilted breaths I find the strength to thrust forward again, falling into a leisurely rhythm that keeps us both on the edge without tipping over.

“Your sexy briefs feel much so much better than my own hand. It wasn’t the same as feeling your ass clenching my dick.

Nothing compares to– shit! ” I pull out and step away from him, chest heaving as I stare at my bare shaft in horror.

“What?” He spins to face me, a startled look on his face.

“Condom,” I choke.

My cock bobs in the air as I tug at the pants hanging loosely on my hips, searching for the tiny foil packet and coming up empty. Fuck! I must have only grabbed the lube by mistake.

“Are you clean?” Lennon’s chest rises and falls erratically as he watches me fumble.

“Yeah. I’ve never fucked anyone bare.”

“Me, either.” He licks over that plump bottom lip, looking at me like I’m his next meal. That is so damn hot!

“You want me to…” My dick jerks with desire.

“You said nothing feels like it, right?” The corner of his mouth ticks up.

“Yeah.” I return his sly grin.

“What are you waiting for?”

I step forward and lift him in my arms, guiding his legs around my waist as I pin him back against the wall. “Put me in,” I growl .

He strokes me a few times before guiding me to his hole. Eyes locked on his, I push inside, slower this time, so I can enjoy it now that my brain has caught up to my body.

Slippery heat surrounds me, waking up every nerve along my entire length.

For a brief instant the pleasure is so intense I’d swear my heart actually stops, then it roars to life with a vengeance.

Only I’m not sure it’s the soft, slick glide of entering his body that has me in the grip of nirvana so much as the way his gaze holds mine, saying things neither of us have been brave enough to admit.

Don’t go there, Axel. Chances are fucking without a condom is still just sex for him.

The scent of Lennon’s arousal drifts up to my nose as I tunnel deep inside, heightening my desire.

A heady little moan seeps from his lips, and I surge forward to capture it, licking into his mouth with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

Once again, my legs threaten to give out, forcing me to push him harder against the wall so I can keep us upright.

Circling my hips I press even deeper, chasing more of the friction on my bare dick and straining toward that sensitive bundle of nerves I know will set him off.

Lennon’s ass has always held me so tight, but with nothing between us the fit is somehow snug and soft, like he’s cradling me instead of just taking me. Like I belong inside him.

Where the fuck did that come from? I’m not usually emotional during sex, yet my mind has drifted toward feelings twice now. If Lennon senses that… He’s skittish enough as it is, and if he suspects I want this to be more before he’s in the same headspace I’ll probably never see him again.

I lean my forehead against his and start pumping, hoping to force the deep thoughts from my mind. It only reinforces how right it feels to be inside him with no barriers .

Tunneling between his ass cheeks, his slick hole rubs against my shaft, inviting me deeper, and swallowing as much as I have to give.

“Axel,” he moans, and I pump faster knowing he’s about to spill over the edge.

“Feels too good, Leni. Gonna come.” I mumble against his lips.

“Yes.” He pushes his hips forward, increasing the pressure on his prostate, and wraps one hand around the heavy cock nestled between us. With a few vigorous pumps he shatters around me, squeezing the life out of my dick while painting us both with his release.

I’m helpless to control myself once I feel his contractions, emptying my cum into the depths of his body. And even though I try like hell to convince myself that doesn’t mean anything, I know it does. I know it means I’m his, if he wants me. And he’s mine.