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All I want is to jerk off and get myself there, but with my hands pinned, I can’t. It’s torture. The kind of torture that hurts, but I want more of it.

He’s fucking me into the mattress, bodies slapping together loud and fast, our breathing forgotten as our lungs try to keep up. Jensen’s lips move to my neck, sending shivery sparks south, and my balls are crushingly tight. They need relief. I need to come. But even with his abs brushing the underside of my cock, it’s not enough.

“Ah, shit, baby,” he rasps. “I’m gonna … I’m …”

He shudders, thrusts slowing down until he buries himself deep. The feeling of him emptying into my ass, along with calling me baby, is almost enough to make me come, but I can’t get there. Not quite. I’m so close and frustrated and ready.

Jensen pulls out and flips me over, then grabs my hips and pulls them up so my knees are on the bed. “Stay like that,” he tells me, hand on my lower back to keep my chest down. “Exactly like that.”

I’ll do whatever he says as long as he gets me off.

I’m past ready for it.

He gently coaxes my cock back between my legs and sucks it into his mouth. There’s more movement behind me, and then a second later, a buzzing of the vibrator fills the room before he sets it at the top of my crease. The tingles race through my spine and into my balls as Jensen’s tongue massages the head of my cock. It’s so fucking much.

Too much.

My eyes are rolling back at the overload of pleasure when he presses two fingers into my hole. Between him sucking me off, the vibrations, the mess of his fingers fucking me as his cum spills over my balls, I can’t take it anymore.

I grab his pillow and tug it toward me, wrapping my fists into the bed as I smother the loudest moan I’ve ever let out in my life.

It only takes me a few seconds to come, and maybe I should have warned him, but I barely even know where my legs are at this point. My dick throbs and throbs, and I lose track of how much I release as my brain clouds over and every one of my muscles lets go of their tension.

I’m spent. An absolute fucking mess.

The vibration shuts off behind me, and nothing else matters as Jensen releases me to collapse on the bed as he kisses his way up my spine.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says right into my ear.

Just kill me now.

There’s no way life gets any better than this.

Chapter Thirty-Five

JENSEN

Ileave Barrett sleeping in bed the next morning, feeling so damn satisfied and a little bittersweet about having to go back to Watesburg. I’ve always loved my house, but having him and Kasen here are little pieces that I didn’t even know were missing, and it’s going to be a long season ahead without them.

I make myself a coffee, then head outside to where I can see Kasen swimming laps in the pool.

“Don’t pull a muscle,” I say as I take one of the sun loungers. “Your coach will kill me.”

Kasen actually smirks. “Pretty much all I can do is breaststroke, and not well, so you’re safe.”

I watch him swim, and he looks happier than I’ve ever seen him. “You already packed?”

“Yep, wasn’t hard since I barely brought anything with me.”

I sip my coffee some more, wondering whether to bring up last night. “Didn’t think I’d see you dancing at the wedding.”

Instead of the scowl I’m expecting, Kasen ducks his head under the water. When he reappears, he pretends he didn’t hear me, but that’s not going to shut me up.

“Did you get her number?”

He keeps swimming, but I catch the way his ears go red. Like mine, apparently. “Not your business.”

I copy the same answer he gave me. “That means yes.” Then I continue before he can get shitty. “I’m glad you had fun. It’s exactly what you should be doing. Did you like meeting the team?”