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  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my teammate Chris get taken down by a foul. Carter looked over at me, and I nodded. We were already into added time, and this was our last chance. He took up position on the sideline and booted the ball in a curving arc, over the heads of the Highnam players. I leapt into the air, my head connecting with the ball, and I sent it straight into the back of the net.

  The roar of the crowd was deafening. My teammates piled onto me, shouting and cheering as we celebrated, knowing there was no chance Highnam would be able to score now. And less than a minute later, the whistle sounded to mark the end of the match.

  We’d won.

  I was grabbed from behind and spun around, Preston’s mouth coming down hard on mine. Twisting my arms around him, I spread my hands across his shoulders, loving the feel of his muscles under my palms. He growled, kissing me harder, before pulling back, both of us trying to catch our breath.

  His sapphire eyes met mine.

  “I love you, Kian.”

  I nipped at his lip, and he reciprocated, clasping my face in his hands, before dragging his tongue across my lip piercing. Lunging forwards, I kissed him again, before drawing back. “Preston.” My forehead rested against his. “I love you so fucking much. This isn’t the time or the place for what I want to do to you, but what do you say we get showered and go celebrate somewhere more private?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  Clasping his hand, I led him off the pitch.

  Epilogue

  THREE MONTHS LATER

  “Back where it all began, huh? The first time I had you?” Kian backed me against the shower wall, his hands running down my chest, grinding his hard length against mine. We normally spent time alone at his house, since his parents were never around, but mine had flown back to the US for a visit and I planned to make the most of our night together. Kian and I would be joining them tomorrow for the latter part of their trip, but for tonight, we were all alone.

  “Mmm. The first time you had me was technically in my bed.” My words ended on a groan, as he reached down between us to encircle both of our cocks, running his teeth along my jaw as the water rained down on his back.

  “Details,” he panted, moving his hand faster. “Fuck, your cock feels so good against mine.”

  My balls tightened as I spiralled closer to the edge, my head falling forwards to his shoulder, where I sank my teeth into him. Abruptly, he stopped and turned around in my arms, pushing backwards so my cock slid against his ass, making me stifle a groan.

  “I want you.” Turning his head, he nipped at my jaw, and I ground against him as he reached his arm behind him to grip my ass, pulling me closer. “I want you to fuck me.” His voice was low and determined.

  My mouth opened and closed a few times. We’d experimented with fingers, which, yeah, he’d become a big fan of, especially when I sucked his cock at the same time, but as far as anything else went, he’d only said that he wanted to work up to it. I’d never forced the situation. “Really? Are you sure?”

  “Yeah.” He hesitated. “Unless…do you have a preference?”

  I dropped my head to his shoulder and kissed his wet skin. “Not really. Before y—”

  In an instant, his hesitation was gone, and he growled, spinning around and pushing me back against the wall, his green eyes flashing. “There’s no before. Only me.”

  “Damn, Kian. You’re so sexy when you get all possessive.” Gripping his ass, I yanked him into me, kissing him hard. Our teeth collided, tongues lashing, water raining down on both of us as we rebounded off the wall of the wet room.

  “Fuck. Me. Right. Now.” Kian tore his mouth away, panting out the words, his eyes darkened to black as he stared at me, the water droplets clinging to his eyelashes and hair.

  “Yes.”

  Lying back on the bed, I drank in the sight of Preston lowering his head between my thighs, his lube-coated fingers gliding down to my ass. He paused, his mouth so close that I could feel his breath across the head of my cock, and looked up at me from beneath his lashes.

  “If at any point you want me to stop, tell me, okay?”

  I stared down at him. “I don’t want you to stop. If you don’t get your mouth on my cock in the next—”

  My golden boy gave me the filthiest grin I’d ever seen, then enveloped my cock in his hot mouth, making me gasp. “Fuuuuck, yes.” My hips jerked up as I threw my head back, gripping onto his hair.

  Working his fingers carefully into me, one at a time, he licked and sucked my erection, alternating the pace and pressure until I was thrusting up into his mouth, desperate for release. The pressure of his fingers inside me was so fucking good, but I needed more.

  “Need your cock,” I rasped, tugging at his hair. “I’m gonna come before you get inside me.”

  He raised his head and licked his swollen lips, his eyes heavy-lidded as he met my gaze. Raising himself up over my body, he slowly withdrew his fingers and lowered his head to flick his tongue across my lip ring. “Can I have you like this? I want to see your face.”

  “However the fuck you want. Need you now.” My voice was thick with lust, the friction of his body against mine driving me wild. I’d wanted him like this for so long, it would kill me to wait any longer.

  Going up onto his knees, he ran his hands down my thighs, before positioning me so my knees were bent with my legs up. “If you could see yourself right now…” He rolled on a condom, liberally covering it with lube, before sliding it across my hole. “I’m gonna go slow. Relax, okay?”

  Then the head of his cock was at my entrance, and my breath caught in my throat as he began to move. There was a pressure as he pushed inside in slow increments, his muscles tensing as he held himself back from thrusting all the way in.

  “Breathe,” he instructed me in a low voice. “You’re incredible. I love you so much.”

  I breathed, trying to relax myself, but fuck, he was so big. Fingers hadn’t prepared me for the stretch and burn as he eased inside me.

  “Breathe,” he repeated, keeping his eyes on mine. “You doing okay?”

  “It…I’m gonna feel it tomorrow, but don’t stop.”

  “You feel so good.” He gripped my cock, palming the length until I was fully hard and throbbing beneath his hand. “Kian.” His nostrils flared as he looked down between us. “You-you…”

  “Speechless, huh?” I attempted a smirk, but fuck, I was so lost in him. The look in his eyes, the feeling of fullness as he sank balls-deep into me, his hand on my cock. “I love you.” Reaching up, I pulled his head down to mine, kissing, biting, touching, and he responded while his lower body remained still, allowing me to get used to the feel of him inside me.

  He kissed me harder, more desperately, but rolled his hips in a slow, careful movement.

  “Don’t hold back,” I gasped, tearing my mouth from his. “Fuck me. Hard.” Reaching down, I gripped his ass, pulling him closer so there was no space between us. “I want to feel you so fucking deep that I can’t sit down tomorrow.”

  I felt him shudder as he raised his body. “I can do that.” He swallowed thickly, then thrust his hips forwards. And again. And again. Then, he moved, changing the angle, and fuuuuck.

  “More” was all I managed, as he nailed me in just the right place, the sensation almost unbearably good.

  “So. Good,” he groaned, staring down at me with his pupils completely blown, as he pushed us both closer and closer to the edge. I clenched around him, and he pulsed inside me, his breath unsteady as he shook against my body. His hand jerked on my cock, and I moved my hand to join his, my cum shooting over both of our stomachs as he collapsed on top of me.

  Running my fingers through his hair, still fucking shaking and breathless, I finally managed to regulate my breathing. He pressed closer to me, burying his face in my shoulder. “Fuck, man. I never. You. Kian.”

  I tugged his head up so our lips could meet.

  No more words were needed.

  The lights of JFK Airp
ort glittered below us as the plane circled, moving lower in the sky as we drew closer to our destination. Preston gripped my hand, both of us craning our necks to watch the view below through the tiny plane window.

  “Once we hit the road, it should only take us around an hour or so to get to my aunt’s house.” Preston repeated the information he’d already told me at least six times, but the excitement in his voice was contagious and I couldn’t help grinning.

  I only had to turn my head slightly to line my mouth up with his ear. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

  He shivered as I tugged his earlobe between my teeth, before releasing it. “Yeah, but I don’t mind you telling me again.” Our eyes met, and his humour died away. “I love you, too. So much.” Bringing his free hand to my face, he ran his thumb across my mouth, brushing over my lip ring, before he leaned forwards and kissed me softly.

  His gaze returned to the window, drinking in his homeland, growing closer and closer beneath us.

  As the plane taxied down the runway and came to a halt, he turned and smiled at me, his eyes shining brightly.

  “Welcome to the USA. I can’t wait to show you everything.”

  THE END

  Thank You

  Thank you so much for reading Kian and Preston’s story!

  Feel free to send me your thoughts, and reviews are always very appreciated!

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  Becca

  xoxo

  Acknowledgments

  Originally, Kian and Preston were supposed to be side characters in Trick Me Twice. Somehow, they ended up with their own short story in an anthology, and they wouldn't leave me alone until I told the rest of their story - hence this novella. I fell in love with these two, and I'm so happy I told their story.

  Sandra, thank you for editing this on the tightest deadline ever, and Cassie for blowing me away with another awesome cover in a similarly short amount of time! And Sid, proofreading queen!

  So much of this story was a team effort. Thank you to Claudia and Jenny for encouraging me to write this, even though it wasn't planned. Thanks to my reader group, Becca's Book Bar, for coming up with amazing title suggestions, and to Courtney for coming up with the final title of Cross the Line. Beta queens Ashley, Bibi, Claudia, Jenny, Megan and Sue, thank you for all your valuable input. Once again, my ST and ARC readers - thank you for all you do. Thanks to the bloggers and friends and readers who are always there to support. I appreciate you!

  A special thanks goes to Si and Jon. You've inspired me in more ways than you know. This book definitely wouldn't have been possible without you guys. I love you both! (P.S. I dedicated this book to you, which I think means you owe me a bottle of gin.)

  And finally, thanks to you, for choosing to read Kian and Preston's story.

  ❤️

  Becca xoxo

  Also by Becca Steele

  London Suits Series

  The Deal

  The Truce

  The Wish (a free short festive story)

  The Four Series

  The Lies We Tell

  The Secrets We Hide

  The Havoc We Wreak

  Standalones

  Trick Me Twice

  Cross the Line (M/M)

  About the Author

  Becca Steele is a contemporary romance author from the south of England, where she lives with her husband, two kids, and a whole horde of characters that reside inside her head.

  When she's not writing, you can find her reading or watching Netflix, usually with a glass of wine in hand. Failing that, she'll be online hunting for memes, or wasting time making her 500th Spotify playlist.

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