Page 92 of Rule 1: Never Accidentally Marry Your Teammate

“We so weren’t going to show up at Isaiah’s wedding with sex supplies.”

Noah giggles beneath me, and the world is happy and bright.

“That might have been inappropriate.”

“Totally inappropriate,” I agree, but my voice is fucking fond because Noah makes me feel light when the world is dreary, when even the perfect arrangements at weddings make me sad.

“You know I’m going to have to do the same for you,” I say.

“You gonna finger me, baby?” Noah asks.

Then I grunt. I mean, maybe actual words come out, I’m not sure. But I’m licking my finger, then sliding my hand down Noah’s tuxedo pants, then doing some exploring of my own.

“Saliva,” he mutters. “You’re so smart.”

I laugh. “That’s me. Want to write a thank you letter to all my prep schoolteachers?”

Then my finger is inside him. “I want to fuck you one day.”

He nods against me, moving desperately, and I smile and capture his lips with mine again. I move my finger, marveling at the heat and tightness of his ass.

I suddenly wish we were on my bed after all, and I could watch my finger disappearing into his tight hole over and over again. I want to see his thick cock leak. I want to taste his pre-cum.

But the sounds he makes as I finger him are amazing. His moans, his pants, even the sound of him squirming against the sand, are my new favorite noises. Taylor Swift has nothing on him. No way.

“My sweet puck,” I murmur. Then I hit something spongy inside his ass, and he shudders.

“Do that again.”

And so, I do. I’m pretty dutiful.

“I think that’s your prostate, baby.”

“My prostrate is amazing.”

“Guess I better give it lots of attention. Show my respect.”

“Guess you better.”

I finger him harder, sliding into that silky canal over and over again. And then Noah tenses beneath me, and I know he’s come.

I pull my finger from him.

“Climb up,” Noah says.

I straddle his face and feed him my cock. It doesn’t take me long to climax, and I collapse beside him.

“This is awesome,” Noah says, his gaze on the thousands of stars above us.

Maybe if I can make every day awesome, I’ll get to keep him.

It’s a nice thought, and my chest swells as I stare at the shimmering diamonds on the inky sky.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Noah

I lift weights, but my back prickles, and it’s nothing to do with the number embedded on the end of the weights. Evan and Vinnie are working beside us. Their gazes come to us too frequently, and their expressions are too assessing.