A future.
Crying in the middle of sex is the least flattering thing I could do. He’s spreading his pre-cum over my pussy. Licking his fingers and rubbing my clit, chin tipped back with a spark of wonder in his eye, but here I am: my heart clenched in a vise-like grip. It’s spiraling,tumbling, and I have to tuck away the wave of excitement I feel when I look down at him, seeing a future with him too.
Watching Liv at figure skating competitions. Joking about his age and falling asleep with him every night. Joining him on the road and being there to welcome him home after a disappointing loss.
It doesn’t come without hurdles and obstacles, without pushback we’re sure to get from people who see our differences, but I don’t care. I don’t care, because I’ll have him by my side, and Ilovehim.
My bottom lip wobbles. Brody freezes, quick to sit up and gather me in his arms.
“Baby,” he whispers. Tender, loving, down to the brittle of each syllable. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.Nothing.” I give a watery laugh and kiss him with everything I have. “I promise I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this. You know I never expect?—”
“I know. I want to, but I know it’s going to be different this time.”
“Different?” He takes my hand, letting me switch our positions. He’s on top now, and I wrap a leg around his waist. “Different how?”
“I’ll know it when I feel it,” I whisper back. His mouth parts. He dips his chin, kissing my knee, my calf. My tongue runs over my shin. “And I think you’ll feel it too.”
“Yeah,” he croaks. “I already do.”
When Brody pushes into me, inch by inch, it’s not rough. It’s soft. The rock of his hips, the flex of his arms. His thumb on my bottom lip that I suck into my mouth, kissing him so I can stay tethered to the ground. I’m afraid if I let him get too far away, this feeling won’t last.
And I want it to last.
I’ve never given all of myself to someone before, too afraid of the consequences of what might happen if I handed my heart over, but as I stare into Brody’s eyes, I know it will be him.
Wholly, completely. With every fiber of my being.
“More.” I put a hand on his ass, urging him deeper. So many meanings behind the word, and I don’t know which one I want him to hear. “I want more, Brody.”
“You have it. All of it,” he says. He touches me everywhere—my cheek. A hand over my heart. Between my legs where I’m wet and aching for him. “I think you always have.”
Brody fucks me like we have all the time in the world, and maybe we do. We can stay in this bubble, this life we’ve built for ourselves, where we skate side by side and laugh for hours.
There’s no rush, no hurry. He moves us into different positions, finding new angles, finally landing on one that has my back flush to his chest. I can feel his heart, every breath. Tied together.
I moan when his palms roam over me, touching, memorizing with his touch.
“These fucking thighs.” Hard fingers press into my skin, gripping me tight. “They’re my favorite part about you.”
“Because they fit nicely around your head?” I gasp, the first burst of pleasure starting as his hand rests heavy on my throat. “You do like that position.”
“No. Because you’re so fucking strong and beautiful.”
“Even without skating?” I ask, afraid of what his answer might be, afraid of who I am without it, and he buries his face in my neck.
“I’ve been watching you longer than I’ve been watching you skate. You could never touch the ice again and I’d still think you were the most magnetic, magnificent thing in this universe.”
God.
I love him so much.
“Right there.” I ride his cock and toss my head back, sinking into the ecstasy cresting over me. He plucks me apart, knowing exactly what I want. Exactly what I need. “You make me feel so alive, Brody.”
“Open your eyes, Hannah. And see what you do to me. How thoroughly fucking wrecked I am by you.”
