Chapter 121

A third knock before someone down the hall calls out her name. Becca more than likely—Ryan hears the disappointment in her voice when Josey calls out, “Coming!”

Footsteps moving away from their room, shouts from other skaters down the hall, slamming doors, the distant hum of the elevator, and Ryan lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It comes out in a rush of giggles and Dante starts laughing, too, squeezing his dick through his underwear until Ryan moans again. “Now we’re alone,” Dante purrs, his lips finding Ryan’s. Beneath his touch, the fly of Ryan’s boxers unsnaps as they kiss, a warm hand grasps him, rubbing and kneading and loving him until he comes.

Three more days of this, Ryan thinks, gasping Dante’s name. He plans to savor every single moment.

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