Shit. He’d been right all along.
“Please fuck me.” I grabbed for him, fingers slipping against his shoulders. I couldn’t get a hold on him, so I moved to his hair, tangling my fingers into the thick, brown strands.
I tried to pull him away, pull him closer, but nothing broke his concentration. He growled at my manipulations and doubled the attention with which he prepped me. When I realized there was no reasoning, I settled in and let the motions of his tongue and his mouth and his hand tear me away from the world.
My head swam with fireworks and promises that he might have said, or I might have asked for, and then he was near my face, his body hot and hard between my legs.
“Golden,” he whispered, dragging his mouth against mine. I could taste myself on him and I leaned forward, tongue darting out for more. He growled and licked my cheek.
“Golden,” he said again. “Don’t make me use a condom.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Foster,” he hesitated, stroking himself.
“No condoms,” I said.
To hell with it. Sage was the biggest risk I’d ever taken; what was one more?
The blunt head of his cock pressed against me, then slipped in. I gasped, and he stilled, grabbing me again over my bandaged arm. He leveraged his weight on it, holding me down to the bed. The weight caused the graze to pulse and throb, and I squeezed my eyes closed.
“Look at me,” he said, the words sounding like he’d said them through clenched teeth.
I forced my eyes open, and when he had my stare, he buried himself inside of me. It wasn’t the first time he’d fucked me, but it was the first time it felt like something important. Like something monumental.
You knew all along, my brain said, reminding me of how the last day in the cabin had gone.
You knew all along.
“No one but me,” he said, and I didn’t know if he was saying it to himself or me, but I nodded in agreement just the same.
Sage looked down at me, holding my stare with every snap of his hips. He fucked me with purpose, drilling into me until I actually believed I could keep the promises I’d made him.
Then his pace turned slow, hips circling forward in lazy thrusts and he shifted his free hand onto my sternum, moving the bulk of his weight from his arm to the front of my chest. My heart battered against my ribs, against his palm, and Sage’s body seized and bowed as he came.
He came inside me.
Quick as a flash, he moved, that hot mouth of his quickly sealing around my hole for the second time. He settled my own hand on top of my throbbing erection and I took the cue for what it was. I jerked myself off while Sage buried himself between my legs, sucking his cum out of my ass.
I came with a shocked shout, and like lightning he was there again. Sage slanted his mouth over mine, swallowing the sounds of my release while he spat his cum against my tongue. My entire body was wracked by a tremor, and he ended the abrupt kiss with a finger against the bottom of my chin.
I closed my mouth.
He traced his fingers over my chin and down my throat, where he collared me with his hand, a slow and sexy rub up from my collarbone to my chin, and I swallowed. My Adam’s apple bobbed against his hand and his nostrils flared.
I went limp beneath him, my cock still pulsing against my palm in time with the beat of my heart. Sage didn’t move for the longest time, and then he rolled next to me, pulling me onto my side and against his chest. He wrapped an arm around me and flattened his palm against me where he could feel my heart thump against him.
A clear indicator I was alive.
And in his arms.
“Sage.” I cleared my throat, wiggling out of his embrace and rolling to face him.
My head swam with conflicted feelings. Of wanting more of this desperate affection, but also wanting to drown in the rough and detached way he’d handled me before our lives had turned so real. How could I want both? Or more importantly, how could Ihaveboth?
“You need limits now,” he said, dragging his fingertips down the curve of my side and over my hip.
“My feelings haven’t changed,” I protested.
