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I’m still catching my breath, realizing I don’t know that I’ve ever been so totally satisfied in my entire life, yet also so hungry for more. I figured he would be a hell of a lover, but I clearly had no fucking idea how amazing.

“I hope you know I intend to do that again,” he says.

I laugh.

“What’s funny?”

“If you think we’re done for tonight, you are out of your damn mind.”

I’m relieved when he grins—he’s practically glowing—proving he’s not finished with me yet either.

And I know it’s gonna be a hell of a night.

21

Ryan

When I calledMarty an animal, I didn’t know the half of it.

After that first fuck, we stayed up the whole night, taking breaks between sessions to recover before I was back in him. It felt like the Combine, like I had to demonstrate every trick in the book to show Marty what a good lay I am. I worked to become an expert on his body, learning the little tricks to arouse him, or delay his climax. I have no doubt I proved myself worthy of that ass.

Missionary, doggie, cowgirl, and reverse cowgirl—or is it cowboy now?—against the wall, on the floor, on my air mattress, on the damn desk. I fucked the guy all over his room, and even after we showered off, he sucked another load out of me.

We’ve hooked up every night since.

Really, it’s what I’d rather be doing than meeting with Dad today.

Not that I don’t want to see him, but between my parents’ impending divorce and what I need to tell him, I’d much rather be buried in Mart’s ass. Is that a crime?

I’ve delayed this long enough, though, and with the draft coming up at the end of the month, it’s now or never.

“Good to see you, champ,” Dad says as we pull away from a hug.

We take seats at the booth in the Italian restaurant we agreedto meet up at.

We catch up a little about his job and school before he gets a glint in his eyes. “I can’t imagine being you right now. Must be stressful being this close, and I’m on the edge of my seat. Who are you thinking will snatch you up?”

Here it is. My chance to get this off my chest once and for all.

“I guess, on that note…” I drag out. “I have something I need to tell you.”

Dad tilts his head, curiosity and excitement in his gaze. There’s no way he sees this coming, and for a very good reason.

“There’s something I’ve been struggling with recently.”

The excitement in his expression dissolves. “Ah…you know, your mother and I are fine. Or…finemight be the wrong word, but we plan to have a nice, smooth process. No fighting over dishes and—”

“That’s not what I was talking about.” And not at all what I want to get into.

“Oh?”

Say it. Get it over with.

“I don’t know that I want to play football anymore.” I shake my head. That doesn’t cover it. “Idon’twant to go pro.”

The color in his cheeks drains. He leans back and stares out the window alongside the booth. We sit in silence as he takes a moment to process my big reveal.

“I’m confused,” he finally says, returning his attention to me. “You’ve wanted this since you were ten years old.”