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I frown and lean across Ty, eyeing Mr. Security now walking on his other side. “You never told me that.”

The fucker ignores me and answers Ty instead. “Linebacker and nah, was never good enough for a starting spot. Not like you.” Ev nods, a flash of pride crossing across his features. “But that championship game? Hell of a match. You remember that last-minute interception in the end zone?”

Ty—the love of my life, the man I haven’t seen in months— gets overly excited and immediately forgets my existence. “Yeah! I thought we had it in the bag until that moment!”

“Tell me about it.” Ev chuckles—and what the actual fuck, I’ve never heard him chuckle. “But that’s football for you. It always keeps you on your toes.”

“True that.” Ty nods in agreement, grinning as they fist bump again. Weird. “It’s what makes the game so damn exciting.”

I listen— literally like a bystander at a sports bar —while these two go into full ESPN analyst mode, still plastered against Ty’s side as they relive game highlights and missed plays.

They only shut up once we finally pile into the sleek black sedan.

When Ev pulls out of the parking garage, I don’t hesitate—I scoot over and climb right into Ty’s lap. My arms wrap around his neck, hands slipping under the collar of his blue sweatshirt, fingers finding warm skin. Our chests press flush against each other.

Fuck seatbelts. I trust Ev’s driving. I just need to be with my man.

His arms circle around me in an instant, pulling me as close as he can, and he drops his forehead to mine with a happy, contented sigh and I can just feel him relax, muscles loosening up, breathing evening out.

“Hey, Jacie.”

“Hi, babe,” I echo, pressing a much needed kiss on his lips, nudging his nose, making him let out a grumble. His fingers dig into my side. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Me too. Fuck , I missed you. So much.”

He kisses me again—deeper this time, lips lingering.

One hand finds my cheek, and he spears his fingers in my hair beneath the hood of my jacket as his lips glide over mine.

Soft, slow, and intentional. Tentatively exploring, mapping me out like he’s rediscovering every dip and curve he’s missed, making me fucking shudder.

“I want to see everything you do on tour,” he murmurs when he pulls back a bit, lips moving against mine as he talks. “I want to see how your days go by. Meet everyone, see the band again.”

“You already met Ev,” I respond against his mouth. “Everybody else can wait until I’m done getting reacquainted with you. Which might take a while.”

He grins, hands on my back again, sliding lower, dragging over my jacket and settling over my ass, fingers spread wide over my ripped black jeans. I kinda love them there.

“I’m counting on that,” he says, giving a playful squeeze. “And yeah, Ev seems really cool. He’s definitely built like a linebacker.”

I raise my brows on a snort as I catch how my favorite brown eyes flick to the driver’s seat. “Ah. I see. You think he’s hot?” I whisper-shout. “You wanna mount Everett ?”

His cheeks turn pinkish and fuck , I missed that—his familiar blush on that golden-brown skin and how that perfect dimple pops out to say hi. “I do not want to mount Everett!”

“It’s okay. I know for a fact half the crew wants to hump that mountain man. He never puts out, though.”

“Heard that,” comes in a low rumble from the front.

“Ignoring you now!” I call out before diving back in, pressing my mouth to Ty’s again, cupping his face, fingers sliding over that delicious stubble. I’m done talking for now. I just want to feel . I need him. My man, my world, my life . I don’t give a fuck who sees it.

My heart skips a beat when he groans at the contact, parting his lips to let me enter on a husky moan. And when my tongue slides against his, I feel like I can finally fucking exhale , fucking breathe for the first time in weeks.

It’s everything, it’s ecstatic, it’s mine and more.

My head buzzes as he pets my tongue with his, fingers digging deep into the flesh of my cheeks the moment he feels the stud in my tongue and rips his mouth away—eyes wide and already hazy with lust. “Oh, shit. That’s so—”

I shut him up by biting his bottom lip, then lick the tender spot as he grunts, making damn sure he feels the metal. “I know, right?” I whisper against his lips. “Want to figure out how it’ll feel on your cock?”

He fucking whimpers, and the sound sends another surge through my dick. It’s oh-so hot. I love this—kissing him, wrecking him. I live for it. I’m harder than I’ve been in forever and I have to tilt my hips, pressing against his without shame. Ev be damned.

We both let out guttural grunts at the throbbing contact through our jeans, and his fingers dig so hard into my ass, I swear they’ll leave bruises. But I don’t care. I’d tattoo them on my ass if I thought Ty was into it.

I maul his mouth— my mouth—and completely fucking devour him.

My fingers slide up, up, up in his hair, pushing his trusty cap off, and wrap them around the strands as I lick as deep as I can, sliding my tongue against his, searing us together.

I’m stoking the flames and they’re building and building—until I can’t tell where I end and he begins.

He groans on a shaky exhale. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep kissing me like that.”

His voice is louder than he means it to be, because right on cue, Ev starts complaining.

“Please don’t get any cum stains in this car. It’s a rental and I want our deposit back.”

Ty flinches. “We’re not gonna—”

“Sure you aren’t,” Ev cuts in. “I’ve been on tour with rockstars for almost a decade. Cum stains are a given.”

“Well, it’s not gonna be a problem.” Ty slumps a little. “It’s deflated now.”

“Good,” Ev says, all business, while I grumble and rock into Ty again just to be a brat. “Just keep it in your pants until we’re back. I don’t give a fuck what you do on that bus of yours, but we’re keeping this car clean . Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Ty mutters automatically, and I almost think he’s joking, but his eyes widen comically as his mind catches on with his mouth.

“Sir?” I mouth, my grin getting impossibly wide before I whisper, “Do you need to tell me something? Did we just find a new kink?”

He cringes. His blush deepens. He’s so fucking cute I could eat him alive.

I chuckle and plant another one on him, before I nuzzle his neck, breathing him in as my lips slide over his warm skin, holding him as close to me as he’s holding me to him.

Home . He’s my home.

We stay like that for the rest of the ride. Wrapped around each other. Savoring every stolen second, every tender caress, every quiet, intimate touch.

And each breath, each heartbeat, counts slowly toward the impending, inevitable moment that we have to part again.

But I’m not thinking about that. I’m not.

We’re exactly where we’re meant to be. Safe in this cocoon of affection. Content to exist in the now, where nothing else matters, except the love we share.