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Getting down and dirty in the sand is all in a day’s work for pro-volleyball digger, Robby Gilcrest, but a new doubles partner has him competing both on and off the court.
Ace Henderson comes from the wrong side of the tracks and has worked for every success in his life. Why should he think his relationship with Robby would be any different?
But he’s not losing to Morgan. Robby is his, right?
Beach volleyball and fouled emotions will bring them together or tear them apart–right on time for these Olympic hopefuls.
A sweet MM romance with an established couple and plenty of balls.
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?”
“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.