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My heart swelled as I grinned into the darkness. “I know exactly what you mean.”

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LINCOLN

The petrol station was quiet when I pulled in behind it, parking my SUV in the shadows, out of sight of any security cameras. Exiting the vehicle, I leaned back against the wall, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Five days. Five long days since I’d seen Daniel in person. Talking to him on the phone and texting him were no longer enough. My uncle had forbidden us from seeing each other while they worked through the aftermath of Operation Foxglove and my parents’ arrest, but…clearly, he’d underestimated our levels of self-control.

Another SUV pulled up alongside mine, and I couldn’t hold back my smile. Seven seconds later, a six-foot, red-headed hockey player was launching himself at me, and everything was right in the world.

“Hi,” Daniel breathed into my throat. “Let’s never do that again.”

“Never do what?”

“Go for five whole days without seeing each other. I almost thought about enrolling at Whelford. I’m jealous of Enzo fucking Fontana, Link. Enzo Fontana! He got to practice with you all week, and I only got dick pics. He probably got to see your dick in person in the locker room. Wanker.”

“You’re not actually jealous, are you?”

Lifting his head, he regarded me flatly. “Of Enzo? Nope.”

“Of anyone? Because⁠—”

“No.” His lips slid across mine. “It’s weird, really, when I think about it. I should be jealous, in theory. I mean, I basically wanna possess you, and not in a demon way, before you say it. But I guess…I dunno…” His cheeks flushed.

“You guess…that you don’t need to be jealous, because I don’t want to even look at anyone else? Because I love you more than anything?”

“Uh, well, yeah. Because that’s how I feel about you, so.” He pressed his hips forwards, and I became aware of his rapidly increasing erection, rubbing up against mine. “Mmm. Secret rendezvous are so fucking hot, aren’t they?”

“I think it might just be you.”

“Mmm, maybe. Whatever. No point in wasting a perfectly good boner. Let’s get each other off, and then you can catch me up with everything that’s been happening.” His palm slid down between us, stroking over my hard shaft.

“Fuck.” I thrust into his hand. “You have a point.”

“I do.” He got my trousers undone, and then his fingers were wrapping around my fully erect dick. “Hello. I missed you.”

“Are you…talking to my dick?”

“Yeah. I missed it.” His thumb swiped over the tip, and I groaned. He smirked before dipping his head to my throat. “The marks have all faded. We need to do something about that.”

“Fuck, yeah. Mark me up, baby.” Shivers ran down my spine as his mouth moved over my skin, grinding into me as he went into vampire mode, leaving fresh bruises littered all over my throat.

I reached into his joggers, working my hand over his dripping cock until he gasped, lifting his head to smash his mouth over mine in a messy, biting kiss. “Fuck. Stroke us together,” he panted. “Wanna feel us come at the same time.”

Getting both of our hands wrapped around our dicks, I stroked us hard and fast, both of us on a knife-edge after days without each other. I felt him stiffen against me, and then his cock was pulsing, cum soaking my hand and my dick. It was all it took for me to follow him over the edge, my release combining with his as we panted against each other, caught in the high of our shared orgasm.

“Ahhh. That’s better.” He held my gaze as he lifted his hand, slowly and deliberately licking it clean. “Fuck yeah, we taste so good.”

“Come here,” I rasped, tugging him into me. I kissed him hard and deeply, tasting us on his tongue. “Mmm. You’re right.”

“Always am.” Shooting me a bright grin, he fished a wad of tissues from his pocket, cleaning up the rest of our combined release, before carefully doing up my trousers. “I like you in these. They make your bulge look extra sexy.”

My brows rose as I watched him tuck himself away and pull his joggers back up. “You’re weirdly fixated on my dick.”

“Mmm. I dunno, I love it, but it’s not even my favourite part of you. Truthfully, I’m weirdly fixated on you as a whole. That’s a fact.” Wrapping his arms around me, he turned us, walking me backwards towards my car. “So. Fucking. Fixated,” he said between kisses.

“Same.”