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Jude moaned, as Hawk inched his way inside. Jude enjoyed a little pain, but Hawk didn’t want to tear him.

“Ohfuckyou’resobig,” Jude cried out. “Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.”

Seated all the way inside, Hawk took a second to breathe. Then, grabbing Jude by the arms, he folded them behind his back and held on as he began to thrust.

Face-planted in the mattress, Jude groaned in ecstasy. “Don’t hold back, Hawk,” he begged.

Taking a deep breath, Hawk got into the zone.

“Spread ‘em wider,” he ordered gruffly.

Jude arched his back and splayed his legs, lowering his body to the perfect height for Hawk to go at him hard and fast.

“God, yes,” Jude cried out as Hawk pounded him. “Harder, Hawk. Harder!”

Climbing up onto the bed, Hawk pistoned into Jude with quick, brutal juts of his hips. He couldn’t maintain the speed for long, but he didn’t have to because within minutes Jude let out a wild cry, clenching around Hawk’s cock and coming all over the sheets beneath him. Hawk fucked him through the orgasm, barely able to hold onto his own. Soon the tight grip on his cock drove his passion over the edge, and with a roar, he filled the condom, fingers digging into Jude’s narrow hips as his orgasm tore through him. Barely keeping from falling on top of Jude, he tumbled to the mattress.

“Are you okay?” he asked as soon as he’d caught his breath.

“I’m great,” Jude said, turning his head on the mattress to look at Hawk. “That was exactly what I needed.” He smiled, and Hawk’s heart stammered in his chest. He wanted to talk, really talk, but it would have to wait, because right then he couldn’t hold back the pull of sleep. Those two orgasms back-to-back had been too good not to knock him out.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Jude

When Jude woke up, he was shocked to see it was past five o’clock. That meant Hawk had already left with Logan for the casino. Moving with care, he rose from the bed and put on a robe before going into the locker room for a shower.

A part of him was embarrassed about the way he’d begged Hawk to fuck him, but seeing Hawk sweaty and gorgeous right after feeling so vulnerable on his walk on the beach had done something to him. He’d needed that physical connection they used to have, and Hawk had given it to him. In spades.

In the dining room, several of the team members were sitting at the table drinking iced tea. Except for Colt, who was eating a bowl of Lucky Charms.

“Hey. Sit down and join us,” he invited Jude.

Jude sat down, trying not to wince when his ass hit the hard chair. He’d forgotten how damn big Hawk was.

“Been surfing?” Jude asked Colt, trying not to look as though he’d been fucked within an inch of his life just a few hours before.

Colt grinned. “All day. What tipped you off?”

“Your shoulders are red,” Jude said, gesturing to where his shoulders were visible beside the straps of his tank top.

“Damn. I thought I had enough sunblock on,” Colt said, examining his skin.

“I don’t know if I’m more worried about you getting skin cancer or getting eaten by a shark,” a dark-headed man with a scruffy beard said. Jude had never seen him before.

“What difference does it make? You’re gonna worry no matter what, right?” Colt asked.

“Probably,” the guy said and laughed.

“Oh, I haven’t introduced you, sorry,” Colt said to Jude. “Jude, this is my boyfriend, Brian. Brian, this is Jude English. He’s a friend of Hawk’s.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Kasey said teasingly, and Jude felt himself blush. He wondered how many of them had heard what he and Hawk had gotten up to that morning.

Seo-jun gave her an inscrutable look—the only kind of look Jude had ever seen on the man—before going back to calmly scrolling in his phone. He never said much, but Jude had noticed he hadn’t been wrong during his last visit about how frequently Seo-jun studied Dex. Dex was completely oblivious to it, though.

“Eating cereal for dinner again?” Andi asked, carrying a large casserole dish covered in foil wrap. Andi topped six feet and had muscles that rivaled any of the guys’ at Falcon Security. Her bleached blond hair was cut in a buzz, and one of her ears had more piercings than Jude’s entire body—which was ears and nipples, although he only wore jewelry in the latter when he was feeling kinky.

Her wife Tara, petite and brunette, walked in behind her. “We brought food. Made it in a ninety-degree kitchen, no less.”