He nipped my earlobe, whispering, “That’s the goal, baby.”
I shivered as his deep rumble spilled down my neck and chest. I brought my knees up to either side of his belly, rolling my hips in time with his movements, drowning in his kisses as the slow-moving but powerful orgasm surged through me.
My belly tightened, and my taint pulsed as cum fought to reach escape velocity under the pressure of Major’s body. I shouted as everything about him—his scent, his weight, his love—enveloped me, making everything better.
After my orgasm peaked and faded, he rose to his haunches and pulled off his cum-stained T-shirt. His steely length pushed through the part in the cotton fabric of his boxers. I brought both hands to it, stroking him carefully as he settled his knees outside of my hips.
Knocking my hands away, he took the shaft in his massive grip, shuttling his hand up and down so fast I could barely make it out. Grunting, he shifted forward and gripped the back of my head, angling it closer to his cock.
“Open,” he demanded, and I complied, dropping my jaw as he pushed his dripping head past my lips, stretching them.
At first he kept it shallow, but the urgency in his powerful hips couldn’t be denied. With a few deep thrusts, he came down my throat, pressing in all the way as his shouts and curses filled the room. He stayed there as he pumped out the last of his pleasure, unwilling to leave my mouth. The soft cotton of his boxers pressed against my face, filled with his musky scent.
When he moved, his heavy, wet cock dragged along my chin and chest before he tucked it in and scooted down enough to collapse on top of me. After a few deep breaths, he kissed me gently, licking into my used mouth, grunting as the taste of his spend hithis tongue. He’d admitted that he loved to taste himself on me, and I loved these post-fuck kisses for that reason.
While we were cozy and satiated, the reality of the day could not be ignored. Tears leaked down to my temples as he deepened the kiss. He wasn’t going for another round—he just wanted to connect. That fact made me cry harder until I sniffled and hitched. He pulled back far enough to look into my eyes. “Baby,” he whispered, kissing my tears. “Cry all you need to. I can move if you want me to.”
I sniffled again, shaking my head. “Don’t you dare. Keep kissing me.”
He kissed my forehead and my wet eyelashes, then reached a long arm over to the nightstand for some tissues. “Maybe after we clean off your face.”
My cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment.
“You’re not gross,” he said, reading my mind. “You’re at the intersection of love and grief, and it’s emotional.” He gently dabbed my eyes, then swiped at my nose. I took another tissue from him, turning my head to blow my nose a little better, then set the tissues aside.
“And now I’ve got a red nose and puffy eyes. I am, no doubt, the picture of sexy,” I said, joking to keep from sobbing again.
“I hate it when you’re sad, but I love every part of you. Including your red nose. Also, your eyes are barely puffy, and that’s probably just old age.”
He winked at my outrage, and I smacked his meaty shoulder. “How dare you, sir? How very dare you? Just the other day I managed to get into scorpion pose, so how’s that for old?”
“Mm,” he said, dropping another velvet-rich kiss to my lips. “I do enjoy how bendy you are.”
“Even if I’m a hot mess?” I asked, another tear finding its way out of the corner of my eye.
“Especially then.”
I surrendered then to his healing kisses, loving how he surrounded me in this safe, sexy bubble, letting me grieve and fall in love with him at the same time. Finally, he pulled away, and despite my protests, kissed my nose. “We’ve got to clean up because we’re going somewhere.”
“I’m still not thrilled that y’all planned something without me.”
“That’s because if we had asked, you would have waved us off and acted like you didn’t want to make a big deal of it. So Holden and I colluded with Beckett and did something we think you’ll love.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You all know me far too well, and I don’t know how to feel about that.”
“Accept it. Let us love on you.”
I could almost hear the urn mocking me from the bathroom.
“Fine. Take care of me.”
My pout, which he never took seriously, gave way to a smile as his lips found my cheeks and hair.
“Why are we at the Meeting House?” I asked, taking off my seat belt.
“You’ll see.”
Beckett pulled up next to us, and he, Holden, and Hikaru got out of the car. Ru was nearly vibrating with excitement, so I knelt in front of him.
