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My shoulders sagged as I stared down at it. Well, that was fair enough. It was late, and he’d worked until the show was over too. I needed to sleep as well, so I guessed I’d just go to bed.

I went to head inside when another text came through, making my pulse leap.

Rafe: Use the key you still haven’t returned.

My mouth stretched into a wide grin. I hurried inside, dumped my bag and grabbed Rafe’s spare key. Thirty seconds later, I was heading up the stairs in his dark house, my lips tilting into an affectionate smile as I listened to the muffled sounds of a TV show or movie coming from his bedroom.

Something weird happened to my insides when I walked into the room and saw him sitting up in bed, watching something on his phone. His pale pink hair was tied up in a messy bun and he had his glasses on.

My chest tightened. I kind of wanted to just strip naked, collapse on top of him and fall asleep.

“Hey, kitten,” I said, hearing the tiredness in my own voice as I pulled off my T-shirt.

“Hey.” He put down his phone and took off his glasses, leaning over to set them on the nightstand. “Show was good.”

I smiled and bent down to tug off my socks. “Bet you hate having to watch wrestling every weekend now.”

He shrugged a little, shooting me a small smile. “I dunno. Kind of getting into it. Plus, I just have the live stream running on one monitor while I play games on the other.”

Chuckling, I pulled down my sweats and boxer briefs at the same time. A jolt of arousal shot through my belly when I heard Rafe’s breath catch. He quickly shifted over when I headed for the bed, so I crawled under the comforter and collapsed onto my front beside him with a groan.

Rafe huffed in amusement, and I sensed him glance down at me. “Tired?”

“Yeah.” With another groan, I rolled onto my back and scrubbed my face. “My body aches.”

“Really?” He leaned over me to turn off the lamp, plunging us into darkness. “You always look so full of energy in the ring. Like nothing slows you down.”

Before he could move back, I quickly slipped my hand under his T-shirt to palm his side. Rafe’s breath caught. He stayed hovering over me, leaning on one arm, as I smoothed my hand around to his lower back and traced the dip of his spine.

“Because I’m good at it,” I told him with a grin, running my hand down to slip it into his pyjama pants and stroke his ass.

I was already a little obsessed with his ass, and I hadn’t even got to play with it much. Yet.

In the dark, I saw Rafe nod distractedly, his gaze dropping to my mouth. He wet his lips and leaned down, long fingers twitching on my chest.

My fingers tightened on his ass cheek when his mouth met mine. His tongue sank inside, long and pierced and making me groan softly. He was a ridiculously good kisser—sometimes languid and unhurried and sensual, like now. Sometimes rough and frantic and aggressive when he was on the brink of coming. Sometimes eager and breathless and more submissive, letting me take over and control it.

I was already a little obsessed with kissing him too.

He slid his knee up to push his leg between mine, and I felt his cock hardening against my hip. My own jerked, already filling, the exhaustion melting from my body as arousal replaced it.

I squeezed his ass cheek harder, my fingertips grazing his cleft. Rafe’s fingers twitched on my chest as a tiny moan vibrated against my lips, and he tilted his head to kiss me even harder. His hips strained forward, cock throbbing against my hip. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

My own heart started beating faster when his hand moved down my front. We both moaned when he grabbed my hard dick and gave it a slow stroke. Then he released me, trailing his fingers lower to cup my nuts. I moaned again into his mouth, hips rising briefly off the mattress.

When he broke the kiss, we were both breathing faster.

“Uh, if you’re too tired, we can just do this tomorrow like we planned,” Rafe said a little awkwardly, sounding a bit confused about why I’d asked to come over but then immediately told him I was exhausted.

I grinned up at him, squeezing his ass again before giving it a little pat. “Never too tired for you, kitten.”

He huffed in amusement, then stretched over me again to reach for the nightstand. When he pulled back, there was a bottle of lube in his hand. I eyed it with interest, my cock twitching against my belly.

“You look really tired,” he said dryly, but I could detect a hint of nerves in his voice when he added, “But you don’t have to do much.”

Was that so? What did he have planned? A slow, slippery handjob would be real nice right about now. And then I could get him to climb up and feed his cock into my mouth. Fuck my throat.

I heard the click of the bottle cap opening, and then I was sucking in a sharp breath when Rafe poured a line of cool lube up the entire length of my cock. He dropped the bottle and fisted me again, stroking and getting me slick all over.