He lets out a huffed laugh, his breath warm over my wet skin. “So needy.”
I’m not needy. I’m just his, and nothing shows that better than being in a body dedicated to his love.
Switching to my other leg, Austin marks me up there, leaving a trail of love bites and hickeys along my inner leg. In the summer, itwill be harder to hide, but honestly, I don’t even care if people see it. Not after how long I hid marks I was ashamed of.
Austin bites down on a particularly sensitive spot, and my back arches off the bed, another burst of pre-cum leaking onto my stomach.
“Fuck. Come here,” I murmur.
Kissing slowly up my body, Austin makes his way to my mouth, and when he’s settled over me, I grab his ass and pull him down. Our cocks brush each other, and we both moan into our kiss.
Using my grip on his ass, I pull him down onto me, groaning at the exquisite fucking friction. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long at all. Not like this, and definitely not after all that.
“Feel good, baby?” Austin rasps, rocking against me.
All I can manage is a groan.
He tilts my head to the side, then sucks hard on the skin below my jawline. Each pull of his mouth, each swipe of his tongue, sends me higher and higher. And when he kisses his way back to my lips and pulls the bottom one between his, dragging his tongue over it in his mouth, I choke out his name and lose control—shooting rope after rope of cum between us.
My orgasm sets off Austin’s, and he shudders above me, rocking down hard a couple more times as his thrusting turns sloppy and his hips lose their rhythm.
He collapses against me, breathing hard as we come down.
I run my hands up his back to bury them in his hair, holding him close while we catch our breath.
After cleaning us both up, Austin sits down beside me. “Have you decided whether you’re going to reach out or not?”
I shrug. I’ve been thinking about it, and on one hand, I really want to, but on the other… “What if it opens up old wounds?”
Austin brushes a lock of hair off my face. “Then I’ll take care of you.”
Of course he will. He’s the sweetest man alive, and he’s all mine. He’d do anything to protect me anddid.
“Okay, I’ll text him, but not yet. I just… I don’t think I’m ready yet.”
“Whenever you’re ready, baby,” he whispers, then leans in to press a kiss to my forehead.
Epilogue
3 years later—Austin
“Anotherone?”
Luca looks up from his laptop, a blinding smile on his face. “Yeah, I guess so.”
He laughs, sending my heart into flutters. “I just can’t believe people love my words this much.”
I’ve loved his words since we were kids. But now, with his third book deal, he’s finally starting to see that I’m not the only one. “Do you feel like a real author yet?”
The incredulous laugh that bursts from his chest has me smiling. “No.”
“How many books do you think it’ll take before you feel like areal author?”
He looks down at the computer again, a slight smile on his lips. “I don’t know, really. Ten, maybe.”
As it turns out, thereisa market for books about survivors of domestic violence, and I’m so fucking proud of Luca for all he’s done, I can’t even stand it. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be ready to write a story with a character who went through the same things as him. But after talking it over with his therapist and Theo, he decided he wanted to speak his truth and write it.
Now? It’s his number one bestseller and the book that made him a household name.
