Page 208 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet

I’m balls deep in a naked, sweaty, panting Jude when he gives me the answer. “So fucking good,” he rasps.

His hands slam against the floor-to-ceiling windows in our suite. Vegas blinks in all its neon glory below, and I am drowning in desire.

My fingers curl tight around his firm ass as I drive into him. Jude reaches a hand back, grabs hold of my hip, yanks me deeper. “Harder,” he urges.

I obey, pounding him as my cells light up.

We screw standing up in front of the window, the city laid out at our feet. I graze my lips along his neck, savoring his hot, salty skin. “Anyone can look up and see us now,” I murmur, even though passersby would be hard-pressed to make out the two men mercilessly fucking twelve floors above the city.

But theideathat anyone could see us makes my skin sizzle.

“Let them all watch us,” he groans.

Yep, let the world see how real this is. Let anyone witness the way we truly are together. The face we put on in public is true behind closed doors. Nothing is fake. “They’ll know you love when I fuck you deep, baby,” I grit out.

Jude shudders, dropping a hand from the window to his cock. “They’ll see how hard you make me come too,” he says as he strokes fast.

Pleasure soars down my spine as I stare at our reflection. Jude’s fist shuttling on the length of his hard cock. Me drilling him. Us so goddamn into each other.

I bury my face in his neck as I pound him. I can’t get enough of Jude. The way he smells. The way he feels. The way we want each other.

Screw taking anything slow. “Don’t want to stop fucking you,” I say on a deep, powerful thrust.

He jerks faster. “Then don’t.”

We’re talking about sex, but we’re not talking about sex. “Want to fuck you next week, and the next, and the next,” I growl.

“Do it,” he grunts as he grabs at my hand, wraps it around his dick, then hisses, “But finish me off now.”

I jerk him till he’s shouting, shaking, then unloading his release on the window.

As his climax streaks down the glass, I hit maximum pleasure. Need to mark his body the same damn way. I pull out, slide a hand down my aching dick, and I come on his gorgeous back.

“Yessss,” he gasps, still shuddering from his orgasm as I plant a hand on him and spread my release over his golden skin.

I echo his long, lingeringyeswith one of my own.

As the aftershocks vibrate through me, I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight.

I don’t want to let go of Jude.

Ever.

A few minutes later, as we clean the window and then each other, I try to settle my racing heart. I try to figure out a way to slow us down.

Can I, though?

The evidence says no.

I’ve never been able to control my heart for this man.

Maybe I need to stop trying and start a new story for us instead. Perhaps over this final week, I need to show Jude what he’s meant to me through all the years. I can do that with the dinner tomorrow with our friends.

But I have a few more ideas, as well.

One starts with AshHam.

Another is on my phone. When we get into bed, I grab it and reply to my brother at last.