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I dragged his ass flush to my hips as my release tore through me, flooding his ass in hot cum. The desperate pulsing of his hole milked me for everything I had, and my body shuddered as every nerve in my body fired at once.

“Fuck,” I grunted, grinding against him once more while I chased the last wave rolling through me. My heart hammered in my chest as I stilled over him. I smoothed a hand over his lower back, feeling how his body trembled against the desktop. “Are you okay?”

He blew out a long breath, and I didn’t move as I waited for him to answer.

“We should’ve done this sooner,” Theo said finally, making me laugh. I brushed my fingers through his hair and leaned down to kiss his temple. A satiated, slow grin overtook his face. I let my hand linger there, the heat and sweat of his skin grounding me as a comfortable silence settled between us.

CHAPTER 94

Theo

The house was active long before we got home. Someone had suggested a Goodbye Coach K party, and even though Rhodes insisted he wasn’t gone yet, Jude took it as an invitation to bring everyone over to Rhodes’ house for food, beer, and chaos—and yes, he did use the word chaos.

Laughter practically spilled through the walls as Rhodes and I wandered up the back walkway. Someone shouted something, which incited another round of wild debates that I could barely make out. What I could figure out was that the team had taken over pretty much every inch of Rhodes’ house, and at some point, we’d probably have a visit from the police over a noise complaint.

Snow drifted lazily through the porch light, catching in my hair and melting into my sweatshirt. I shoved my hands into my pockets for a little extra warmth.

“We’re buying you a jacket tomorrow,” Rhodes informed me as he reached out to brush the snow off my shoulder. I opened my mouth to protest, but he spoke over me, “I wouldn’t bother arguing with me. You won’t win.”

“Okay.” I smiled.

We both stood in silence, staring at the house. I knew what I was about to do would change everything. While I was confident in my choice, I was still nervous. These guys were my family. I trusted them. That just didn’t make any of this less nerve-wracking.

“You can still back out,” Rhodes whispered as if reading my mind. “It’s okay to wait.”

“No,” I said. “I’m going to do this.”

“You should talk to them first,” he replied. I frowned as I faced him. “You’ve known them longer, and I think this is a conversation for you to have.”

That made sense. It’d probably go over better if their coach wasn’t standing right there too. They were more likely to be honest with me that way.

“Okay.” I nodded. I could do this. He gave me one more reassuring smile before settling into one of the porch chairs. I lingered for a moment because I felt bad that he was going to sit out in the snow, but I also knew better than to argue. I’d spend half the night trying to convince him inside and still not win. It was better just to get this conversation over with than make him wait.

I pulled open the back door and was immediately hit by warmth, noise, and the smell of pizza. My stomach grumbled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten in most of the day. Damn it. I’d have to grab some pizza later.

The house was in utter chaos. Music played from a speaker somewhere in the kitchen. Rodney, Terry, and Forrest were animatedly arguing over something I couldn’t make out—though I was almost certain I heard the words water and alien put together in the same sentence. I also couldn’t help but judge Rodney for how aggressively he was waving around a breadstick as he spoke.

Jude had a game of football going on in the living room, using no less than four little paper-folded footballs and far too many shoes. One nearly hit me in the head as Brent flicked his too far. A chorus of greetings drowned out everything.

“Road Runner! Road Runner! Road Runner!” Ray, Vaughn, and Cody chanted so loudly that I turned red around the ears.

“It’s about damn time!” Jaime hollered over them.

“Did you bring beer?” Charlie shouted.

“Why would he bring the beer?” Wyatt yelled, laughing. “He lives here!”

“I don’t technically live here,” I said as I made my way from the kitchen to the living room where the party was centered. I accepted a fist bump from Cody and dodged Terry’s attempt to shove half a slice of pizza in my mouth. I batted the air as another rogue paper football threatened to take my eye out, and Jude groaned as I screwed up his shot. I just glared at him.

“Semantics,” Rodney dismissed. “Where Kennedy goes, you go!”

Right idea, wrong Kennedy. Though I knew he meant Jude.

Most of the team had spread themselves across the couches, chairs, floor, and every available surface that could reasonably hold a human body. I perched on the arm of the couch next to Jude, and he promptly tried to shove me off. Before I could try to push him back, Wyatt did it for me.

I was laughing so hard my cheeks hurt. All the anxiety I felt about the conversation I was about to start had vanished. Unfortunately, no one was paying enough attention to me for me to say anything.

“Hey!” I yelled. A few heads turned in my direction, someone waved, and then everyone went right back to their own thing. I let out a sound of frustration. I hadn’t anticipated the first real hurdle would be getting them to listen to me.