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I reposition us so that our cocks rest together, both of our hands wrapped around them, pumping them in a steady cadence.

I fucking love the feel of his cock against mine, so hard yet so damn smooth.

My fingers overlap his, and together we work ourselves up to orgasm, the fact that we’re doing it together only adds an additional layer of heady arousal to the mix.

It’s not one-sided. Carter is here with me.

Touching me. Willingly giving and taking.

He’s so perfect, and this is more than I ever could have hoped for.

My heart could quite possibly beat out of my chest, so worked up, but so content to feel this with him.

The water beats down on his back, the heat and arousal mixing in the air, making me lightheaded.

I’m crushed against him, our mouths devouring, swallowing down every single gasp and moan we release.

We don’t break apart while our fists pump each other’s cocks together between us.

His strong hand squeezes us together, right on the verge of pain, and it feels so fucking good that I can’t think straight.

My orgasm comes on quick, the feeling of his cock against me, his hand around us too much to stave off the rush of pleasure barreling through me. I break the kiss, just enough to speak with a rough exhale .

“Feels too good. So fucking good. You’re making me lose my mind.”

“You gonna come for me, lover ?” His words an homage to the first time we were together, and that’s all I need.

I combust without warning. “Oh, that’s it, Finn.

Look at you falling apart for me,” he says as he continues to stroke me through it.

The pleasure spirals from the base of my back throughout my body.

My legs shake, and if Carter’s arm wasn’t wrapped tight around me, my knees would give out.

Just as my cum starts to erupt from the tip of my cock, covering our fists, I feel his dick swell in our palms and I know he’s there, too.

“Give it to me,” I pant out. “Come with me.”

And he does. His body jerking against mine as white ropes spurt from him, mingling with mine on our abdomens, hands, and dicks. It’s such an erotic display, and I fucking love the sight of it. I’ll never get enough. Of him. Of this. It’ll never be enough.

His forehead collapses against my shoulder as he sucks in lungfuls of air. My clean hand comes up and curls around the back of his head to hold him to me, whispering words of praise to my man.

“You were so good. So damn good.”

“Mmm,” is all he can muster in reply.

I continue to stroke the back of his head, willing my heartbeat to slow down.

“I’ve never been touched like that before, it was . . . everything, Carter.”

A heavy breath rushes from him, and for a moment, I hold mine, terrified that whatever this was is about to blow up.

This time, I give him a moment, steady myself, bracing for him to run and lash out, but it doesn’t come.

Instead, he pulls back enough to look into my eyes for a quick moment before his wet eyelashes flutter closed, his lips pressing against mine in a chaste kiss.

In silence, he rinses us both of the mess, rewashing us quickly and turning the faucet off while I tiptoe around the situation like a kicked puppy.

It’s not in my nature to be so docile and submissive, but fuck, I want this man more than anything, and I’ll give him whatever he needs.

We dry off in comfortable silence, even though I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Towels wrapped around our waists, we leave the bathroom to throw on our clothes.

I watch Carter pull on a pair of loose gym shorts, sans boxer briefs.

They hang low on his defined hips, his V on full display as the flat of his hand travels up his washboard abs to his chest. When my eyes meet his face, he’s giving me a knowing look, an eyebrow arched, the left side of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

“Snack and a movie?” he asks after a moment, as if he didn’t just change everything for me.

“Ye-yeah.” I clear my throat so it comes out steadier.

Twenty minutes later, we’re sitting in front of a large flat screen TV, a bowl of popcorn, sodas, and a bag of M I’m known as quite the playboy.

My brothers and I all have nicknames for each other.

Mine? Casanova. Before that, it was lover boy,” he says through a laugh.

“I can imagine the looks on their faces, and it’s pretty priceless. ”

My heart pangs with a kind of jealousy I’ve never felt before. What would it be like to have a supportive family like the one Carter has? That just loves each other for who they are with no requirements or expectations.

“I’m glad you have that. I don’t know what that’s like.”

“I don’t take it for granted, Finn. It’s one of the reasons I feel like shit for feeling the way I do.”

“What do you mean?”

He huffs, combing his fingers through his damp hair before giving me more.

“I don’t fit in. I’m not completely myself around anyone, and I’ve always just felt like I was floating around. All my siblings have roles, and I never knew what mine was, so I chose to just be the fun-time guy, the silly one, the one who’s always down for a good time.”

“But that’s not really who you are, is it?”

He looks away briefly before meeting my eyes, his icy blues forlorn and completely wrecking me. I reach over to touch his face. To my surprise, he nuzzles into the touch, his eyes not leaving mine while he accepts the comfort I’m offering him.

“No, it’s not. But I love them all so much. They have no idea I feel this way, and it’s not their fault, so I keep it from them so that I’m not a burden. Everyone always has so much shit going on and I don’t want to add to it. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt them, Finn.”

“I get it, babe. I do.”

“That’s why I’ve got to protect it . . . no matter what.”

I let his words wash over me, and I understand.

From what little I know about Carter and his family, I want to protect them too.

I’ve never had something to fight for like Carter does.

I’ve spent my entire life putting everyone else first and not getting anything in return, and Carter seems to willingly give everything to his family, but has so much unwavering love and support from them.

I’m always letting my dad bulldoze me, control most aspects of my life, because I’m too weak to fight back.

Mostly because I’ve never had a reason to. Until now.

Our attention returns to the movie. We easily picked The Incredible Hulk and argued over who our favorite Hulk actor is. Carter starts to doze off before we get halfway through, and when I realize it’s already the early hours of the morning, I know we’ve got to get our asses in bed.

Even though I’m not ready to be away from him, even for sleep, I set our junk food on the coffee table to deal with in the morning and gently nudge Carter to get him to go to his room.

“Hey, we’re gonna pay for this if we don’t get some good sleep. Time for bed.”

He’s groggy as his eyes barely open, but he nods his head, standing and wobbling on his feet.

I wrap my arm around his waist and walk his sleepy ass to the bedroom he’s claimed, pulling back the sheets as he drops his gym shorts and gets into bed naked.

His dark hair is such a contrast to the white sheets, his long, thick eyelashes fanning over his beautiful face.

My heart aches for him, and I don’t know how I’ve rapidly fallen for someone I’ve only had a handful of interactions with.

All I know is that I have, and I would do anything to keep this feeling.

I’ve got to face my dad as soon as we return to Washington and figure out why it’s so important to him that I stay away from the Hayes family and Aspen Ridge.

I don’t want to ruin my career, but I don’t want to lose a chance with Carter, either.

I cover him with the blanket, and just as I’m about to leave, his voice shatters the last layer of protection I was holding over my heart .

“Stay with me?”

Without a word, I climb into bed with him.

We don’t touch, there’s no cuddling, but just feeling the heat emanating from his body, hearing as his breathing evens out as he falls into sleep after our long-ass day, is enough peace for me.

I haven’t slept next to another person before, and I never want to sleep away from Carter again.