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Page 18 of Head Over Skates

Rhys' muscles tightened under me and his hands scrabbled at my shoulders, his nails sinking into my skin with desperate need. I stifled the stream of curses that worked their way up my throat, my arousal flaring from the delicious pain. He yanked me down over him, his heated body vibrating and I knew he was seconds away fromdetonating. I twisted over our joined heads one last time, sending a flash of heat down my spine as I erupted between us. But I didn't want to come alone.

“Come for me. Fucking do it,” I gasped out, waves of pleasure drowning me and making my vision darken around the edges. In the next second, Rhys silently shouted out his climax as ropes of cum jetted from his cock, mixing with mine until we were soaked. He sank his teeth into my shoulder, his bite a mark I wanted permanently etched into my skin like a tattoo. The sharp pain had more cum pulsing from my length as I fought for breath.

I continued to pump us slowly, drawing out our orgasms until they melded, pulling us under as we clung to one another. Rhys was wrapped around me, limbs tangled with mine and I wished I could fuse us together. I wanted to wear him like a second skin, have his being merged with mine so I'd never be without him.

It was toxic as fuck, but I didn't give a shit. I had never before felt as whole and complete as I did when I was with Rhys, stripped down and laid bare for him in every sense of the word. It was fucking terrifying to be faced with something that I could see holding onto forever, but I didn't want to be a coward anymore. It scared me to want him so much, but it would end me to lose him again.

I pulled back just enough to peer down at his sweet face, a lazy smile gracing his luscious mouth.

“I win,” he said breathlessly, and I laughed under my breath at his smug delight. His violet gaze shone with adoration and joy and it squeezed my chest painfully. This was how he should always look.

Happy, sated, and entirely mine.

Lights and musicassailed us as we made our way up to the third deck of The Oasis. The massive restaurant was part club and situated right next to Lake Travis, the deck extending out toward the incredible vista. Given it was New Year's Eve, the four levels were overflowing with people dancing and laughing, making it a feat unto itself just to move three feet in any direction.

Rhys clung to my hand as we headed toward the bar, his anxiety spiking at the boisterous crowd surrounding us. I drew him to my side, slipping my arm around his waist to relax him and he melted into me.My stomach flipped as he sank into my embrace and it was crazy to think there was a time where I couldn't touch him like this. Crazier still to remember a time where I was convinced I hated him. Now, I hated just the thought of being without him and I intended to keep him as obsessed with me as I was him.

“What can I get you, handsome?” the bartender shouted, a flirty gleam in his eyes. I felt Rhys prickle beside me and I squeezed him tighter to me.

“Can I get a Jack and Coke, and a club soda with lime?” I yelled back, flashing him my charming smile.

“Coming right up.” He sauntered off with a salacious wink, and Rhys' little growl that was even audible over the noise had me reveling in his jealousy.

“Aww, what's the matter, cutie? Someone threatening your territory?” I ribbed him sweetly, turning to bring Rhys against my chest. He simply glared at me, digging his nails into my pecs in retaliation and it sparked my laughter. “Damn, you're adorable when you're jealous.”

“I'm not jealous. That's a baseless accusation. Being jealous means I'd have to like you and we both know I clearly don't. Obviously I hate you,” he sniffed, looking around the room haughtily.

“Oh, clearly. If you feel the need to heave being this close to me, just aim at the bartender. Might make you feel better,” I grinned down at him and I could see his lips twitching.

“It's something to consider,” he mumbled, peeking at me from the corner of his eye. I gripped the back of his neck and drew him in for a quick kiss, but as I pulled away Rhys chased my lips and deepened it. I groaned as his tongue dove into my mouth, sliding against mine in a sensual dance that made me want to bend him over the bar and claim him in front of everyone. Too soon he ended the kiss, shooting me a smug smile.

“What's that look for?”

“The bartender was walking over,” Rhys said simply, his eyes wide and innocent. Sure enough, our drinks were on the bar top in front of us and the flirty bartender was taking another order, looking decidedly less happy.

“Such a possessive little minx,” I teased, “I've got to say I'm shocked to see this side of you, Evans. I probably shouldn't encourage your unhealthy infatuation with me, but I'm willing to bethe bigger person and allow it. I mean, I can hardly blame you, can I?”

“Keep talking and the next drink I order you will be Jack and Arsenic,” Rhys threatened.

“Why so grumpy? I'd think you'd be happier. You've got me and the bartender doesn't. You're living his dream right now,” I retorted, earning me a gut check from Rhys' elbow.

“Would you look at that? I think that tall, dark dream over there needs a dance partner. If you'll excuse me…” Rhys attempted to skirt around me, but I hauled him back to me forcefully.

“Don't you fucking think about it, Sweetness,” I grunted. “You take one more step and I'll drag you to a dark corner and put you on your knees for me. See if your new dance partner likes it when you're gagging on my cock.”

Rhys' pupils blew wide and I could feel the harsh intake of his breath as his chest expanded. I leaned down to his ear, licking the outer shell gently.

“Is my sweet nerd turned on by that thought? You like the idea of someone seeing you being my dirty little cockslut, or is it just that you want my dick in that perfect mouth of yours?” I whispered lewdly in his ear. He trembled in my arms and I barely heard his whimper over the music.

“B-both…” Rhys admitted softly, and a deep groan escaped me. Rhys never failed to surprise me. His innocence and reserve that the world saw hid the debauched, greedy side that lay beneath. I always had a feeling that my Sweetness wasn't quite so vanilla as he appeared on the outside. I would take great pleasure in testing that theory over and over until he was a writhing, cum soaked mess.

My filthy mind was causing a problem in my jeans, so I shoved those thoughts aside until we were back home. “Okay, we need to dance before I fucking snap. Let's go.” Rhys' laughter trailed behind me as I pulled him out to the dance floor.

A few minutes later, Kenji and Griffin found us and they were well on their way to being wasted.

“There's our fearless leader,” Griffin drunkenly yelled, throwing his arm over my shoulder despite Rhys' close proximity. “Oh wait, that's not true anymore because your cute boy toy here got you in trouble. Oops!” Griffin snorted out a laugh, his drink sloshing over the sides of his cup a bit.

“Griffin, cut that shit out. You're being an asshole,” Kenji slurred in our defense.


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