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A frown must pinch my brows, because Garrett reaches out and smooths the skin out for me before cupping my jaw.

I can’t help but lean into his touch.

“I love you, Cooper Nash,” he says, closing the space between us and resting his forehead against mine. “I fucked up, and I’m sorry. I want to say that I’ll never do it again, but I can’t promise to be perfect. All I can do is promise to love you the way you deserve and hope I don’t screw it up too badly. I’ve hated not having you in my life this week. I’ve missed you like crazy. I’ll keep us a secret for as long as you need to; forever if we have to. I just…I need you, Picasso.” I can’t help but laugh. “Please say I can be your muse forever.”

65

GARRETT

Cooper’s lips find mine again, his hands sliding under my jersey to find my skin.

My entire body jolts as his hot, calloused hands slide up my sides.

His kiss is filthy and all-consuming. It’s everything I’ve been craving this past week, everything I didn’t think I’d get to experience again.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I groan as he drags his lips across my jaw and down my throat.

“Me too,” he rasps, his warm breath racing over my skin, making goose bumps erupt across my skin. “I don’t like life without you in it.”

He drags the fabric up my torso, pulling his lips from mine for a beat as he tugs it over my head.

“Love you in my jersey. But I want you naked,” he explains as it hits the floor.

“Fuck,” I gasp as his hands find the front of my jeans and he immediately rips them open, shoving them down my hips.

“Can’t wait any longer,” he breathes before dropping to his knees before me.

The second he releases my aching dick from my boxers, it’s in his hands and he’s leaning forward, sucking me into his hot mouth.

He groans as my taste covers his tongue, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold it together.

“I know this should probably be slow and tender or whatever, but I’m too fucking desperate right now. I just need⁠—”

“There are no rules,” I assure him. “There isn’t anything we should or shouldn’t be doing. Take what you need. There’s time for the rest later.”

No sooner have I finished talking than his mouth is back on me. He kisses down the length of my cock before licking at the tip like I’m a freaking popsicle.

“You came for me,” he muses. “Now you’re going to come for me.”

If I weren’t already racing toward the kind of mind-numbing release that only Cooper can deliver, I might laugh at him. But I can’t. I’m too tightly strung already.

“Gonna fill your mouth, baby,” I say between heaving breaths. “That what you want? To swallow me down?”

He nods eagerly but doesn’t release me to respond. In fact, if anything, he just takes me deeper.

Blood from his split lip stains my cock, and my chin drops at the sight. Why is that so fucking hot?

I should stop him. It’s got to be hurting. But fuck if I can do that right now. I can’t think of anything other than coming down his throat.

Okay, that’s a lie. I’m also thinking about how it’s going to feel in a few minutes when he bends me over and fucks me into next week.

Bring it the fuck on.

“Cooper,” I cry out when he takes me into this throat.

So fucking tight and wet.

So fucking good.