I groaned but followed him willingly into the bedroom. I felt happier than I’d been in a long time. Happier than when we’d first gotten together. I’d never forgotten that first kiss. It had been a long time coming. I laughed at how hard we had tried to keep our lips off each other, not to mention our hands.
Touching your partner is normal in a volleyball match. A high five. A quick hug. A shoulder bump. You had to keep motivated and in the game, and that contact helped. But it became a different sort of game for Ace and me. Every touch sent zings of electricity through my body and woke my dick up. It was the same for Ace, and by the time that first kiss did actually happen, we knew two things. We had to have each other. And we couldn’t play together. As much as I’d fought it. Ace had been right, and I’d known it all along.
I picked Ace for my life. It had been more important than losing him on the sand. It was worth it.
I took his hand and slid against his tall, lean frame. “Remember those last few games we played together?”
“Robby, don’t—”
“No, I’m not fighting anymore. Morgan is great. I’m talking about the electricity between us. I’m talking about how when you moved, I reacted. How every touch was like a promise...”
Ace grabbed my chin gently between his fingers. “I love you. I chose you. Always. You’re my forever.”
“Don’t say things like that unless you mean them.”
“I mean it.” He kissed me hard before I could answer him. Before I caught on, he had pushed me down onto the bed. I didn’t argue. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Ace’s kisses trailed down my throat, and he licked inside the collar of my shirt. “This has to come off.” It didn’t take long for both of us to undress.
Our bodies rubbed together as we writhed against each other. I knew every inch of him. Knew what he liked. We’d been together long enough to use that as an advantage, but not long enough to get stale. I didn’t think Ace in my bed would ever grow stale, though.
I loved the way he touched me, rubbing over my shoulders and back.
I found the little divot in his lower back with my fingers.
He leaned up and flicked my nipple with the tip of his tongue.
This was our rhythm. How we played, every point between us.
“I want you,” Ace whispered.
“I’m yours.”
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