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My mom’s long brown lashes and hazel eyes stare back at me, but they are my dad’s almond shape. I have my dad’s coily brown hair, longer on top and faded on the sides. My mother’s freckles dust over my dad’s angular cheekbones.
“I can kinda relate to that. When you’ve lived in survival mode for most of your life, it’s really hard to find comfort in achievement and wins.
“Damn. Those dimples. I’m sure the ladies eat their hearts out,” he says, voice sliding an octave.
We’re all haunted in some way—whether by the secrets we protect, the truths we deny, or the inexplicable ugliness life throws our way.”
“There are those who have knowledge and those who have understanding.” “Oh, I see! We droppin’ Count of Monte Cristo quotes casually now?”
An adorable smile supplants his raw sexiness. How does a single face have such range?
We talked a lot that night about the responsibility that comes with having sex, like how it’s important to keep the intimacy shared between two partners private.
He possesses a nourishing warmth that seeps into my bones and reminds me of what it’s like to be untethered from grief.
It’s damn near impossible to take that much contact without committing an offensive foul, but he has a certain finesse. Wait—why the hell am I fanboying? I shake it off and get back into the game.
“Mmmm. I’ve had time to think about all the ways I want to taste, suck, and fucking explore every inch of you.”
“When were you last tested?” I ask. “Last week. I’m cleared. I haven’t been with anyone since, and I always use a condom.” I gaze into his eyes as I slowly suck his cum off of my fingers.
I already know I’m going to want to live buried inside of you,” he says, mouth pressed against my ear. “Fuck, you can’t say shit like that,” I groan, rutting against him. He grunts. “It’s true.”
“What is it about you that makes me possessive, like a caveman?”
His sexy penetrating gaze bores into me. “Look at you, taking me so well.”
“Fuck, your voice,” I groan as I reach for both and hand them to him. I thought his voice was sexy before. It’s orgasmic when he’s sleepy and horny.
“No, no, let me see you,” he whispers. I can’t. I don’t know what’s happening to me or why this is so intense. “Please, baby.” His soft plea squeezes my chest, and I muster the courage to meet his gaze. “I want to see you,” he says, slowing his thrusts.
“Me aside, I know you’re like the best balla on the planet, but living inside of me might be your true calling.” He chuckles. “I think you’re right.”
“Hi, Kieran. Wait, what did you two bet on?” “Love, the two of you could light up the Empire State Building with the electricity coursing between you. Also, my cousin couldn’t stop talking about yo–.” “Okay, enough out of you!” Sid says, stealing the phone.
“Okay. Call me later. Good to see you, Ty! If you don’t end up marrying Sid, marry me and Tommy! No one should look that gorgeous in the morn–.”
“Don’t let the big dick and killer looks fool you. I’m a good guy,”
“And casual lovers kissing you at games?” “Never again. I get the feeling my gorgeous boyfriend wouldn’t like it.” “Facts,” I fire back.
“Wrap your arms around my neck.” I scoff. “There’s no way.” He’s strong, but there’s no way he can peel us both off of the floor.
He takes a deep breath, and then I’m tilted back again as he jumps to a squatting position. “You were saying,” he says as he stands upright. I groan. “And now I’m hard.”
“I’m not hungry for food, sexy man.” “Ah, you want my cum.” He licks over my hickey and steers us to the kitchen. “We’re meditating before bed by the way,” he says. “Yeah…had a feeling that was coming.”
“Hold on!” Sid says, turning back to the camera. “To my family at home watching”—he places his hand on his heart, his signal to me—“god, I wish you were here. I love you, and I can’t wait to celebrate with you. I’m bringing this trophy home to you.” He sniffs as a fresh set of tears tumble down his gorgeous face.
“Like it?” I ask. He hums. “You’re gonna see how much I like it.” I grin. “I thought you were feeding me first.” He arches an eyebrow. “I never said I was feeding you food.”
“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll come all over the leather,” I warn. He flashes me a filthy grin. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
see how people interact with you. How desperately they try to get past your walls. I don’t know how I got through, but I count myself lucky that you let me in.”
“Even though I try every day, I’ll never know all of your depths. And because of that, I’ll always know humility with you. Sometimes, I fear I’ve met you too late, and we’ll never have enough time.”
“That was your plan all along, wasn’t it? Have V seduce me, so that I retire early? Who’d demolish your records if I’m retired?”
I close my eyes and wish that we spend the rest of our days together and no matter the storms, each year finds us closer, happier, and more in love than the last.
He gave me the strength to do what I couldn’t for years—visit the past and come away with a sense of peace.
wanted to bend you over a table, slide down your pants and briefs, and feast on you in front of everyone until you were slick and trembling for me.”
“After I come inside of you, I’d turn you over, suck you down, then feed you your cum. I’d have carried you out with my fingers plugging your hole to keep my cum inside.”
I know we cannot possess another person, but Sid is mine, and I am his forever. I feel it in the marrow of my bones, the tendons of my heart, the core of my soul.
Besides you, big shot, I never meet celebrities. Well, just Wilhelm…from All-Star—” “Who?” he asks, saucily. I pat his back. “No one.” He smirks. “Smart man.”
“What do you mean ‘who’? This is my hole,” he grabs my hip with his free hand and drives into me hard. “No one fucking touches it but me. You hear me?” “Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck, Sid.”
It’s always felt transcendent. It’s not about getting off or escaping. It’s how I feel connected to him. And some days when I’m lost, adrift, being anchored to him is the only thing that makes it all bearable. I need him to understand.
“You’ll still love me when I’m old?” “Pfft! I can’t wait until we’re octogenarians. Viagra and insomnia, baby, who’s gonna stop us!” I burst out laughing.
“The thing is, there’s no shortage of ignorant and miserable people in the world who will go out of their way to spread their misery and ignorance.
Healing sucks sometimes. I met our kids. They visit me sometimes when I sleep. I’ve spent hours wondering what it means. I think it’s a sign. I need to make peace with the past. Our future is our family. I miss your laughter. I love you. I’ve never loved you more. I want to body-slam Arnaz for falling for you. It’s easy to fall for you. Do you still want me?
He yanks me back against his chest and growls in my ear. “I thought I told you—this dick is yours and yours only.” He wraps his hand around my cock and strokes it. “You forgot?” I whimper and shake my head. “Liar.” He clasps the back of my neck and shoves me toward the pillow. “I’ll fucking remind you.”
“No hiding,” he whispers, pushing the pillow away and kissing my lips. “God,” I sob as he snaps his hips and bottoms out inside of me. “Say I’ll be your husband and a father to our kids.”
“I need to feel you, Sid. I need our connection. I’m fucked when I can’t feel it.”
“No, they weren’t. Still, you have a right to be annoyed. Putting myself in your shoes—it would be a lot for me if every time I jumped online, I saw idiots linking you to another teammate. You know how I get.” I snort. Sid would try to tear the internet down if the shoe was on the other foot.
“Need a head doc. Love it too much,” I pant. He laughs. “That’s the double entendre of the year.”
I shake my head and burst out laughing. “I don’t even have time for breakfast now.” He scoffs. “I just fed you protein, zinc, B-12, and vitamin C. Breakfast fit for champions.”
Malik scrubs his hand over his face. “Dude—I mean, I get it. I’d go gay to be with Sid. I didn’t even know I had a shot. Damn!”
“Marriage and kids. Youngin’, have I taught you nothin’? Did you not hear that I escaped a shit fest? You can’t marry your first boyfriend,” Kaleb says. “Uh, you can when it’s Sidney Fucking King,” Malik says. “If he won’t, I will.”
“Maybe watch your man around this one,” Tevin says, nodding to Malik. “While we’re sharing shit, confessing, and whatnot, I kinda have something I need to get off of my chest.”
