“I love you too. Thank you.” He peppers me with kisses. “For everything.”
“Thank you.”
I can’t get enough of kissing and tasting him. My arse clenches around his cock. I’ve never felt so wonderful and satisfied before. Never felt so close to another soul. Never felt so connected. We’re one. He’s mine. I’m his. Oh, God, I love him so much.
“You’re covered in wax.” He chuckles as he flicks some off my skin.
“I don’t care.” I press my forehead to his. “Thank you for making love to me. For being brave enough to try.”
“I’ll do anything for you.” He strokes my face. “I’ll keep working on getting better. I’ll do everything I can to keep the shadows in my head away. I want to be whole. I know I’m on a hard path, but I’ll walk it to the end. You’re my everything. My love. My soulmate. The only person who has ever made my heart sing. Oh, fuck, I love you so much it hurts.”
“That was beautiful.” I blink repeatedly. “You’re amazing.”
“So are you.”
I ease off his cock and flop beside him in a crackle of wax. We lie there, holding each other, hearts going from pounding to softly pattering, but always perfectly in time. I close my eyes and rest my head against his shoulder.
“I can’t walk the path of recovery for you, but I’ll be there every step of the way.”
“I know. I’m going to be okay. I’m going to piece myself back together and be whole again. For myself, for Aidan, and for you.”
25
CALLAN
I stare at the logo designs on the table. Rubin has every right to be beaming right now.
I have a small audience while I try to decide which design to choose. Hendrix is standing right behind me, with his hands on his hips. Stefan and Quinn are here too. Rory is rocking Aidan in his pram. I keep glancing across at Rory. I’m not sure there’s a sexier sight than a man taking care of a baby, but I could be hopelessly biased.
“They’re gorgeous,” I breathe.
“I like this one.” Hendrix points at one with a flame that goes from the same red shade of my and Aidan’s hair to gas blue. The tendrils of the flame turn into Celtic knots, which then fade to transparent so as not to cover the text, which arcs above it like a rainbow. “I think you’ll get jobs just because you’re Irish.”
“Why?”
Hendrix shrugs. “Your accent is sexy. You should perfect the art of talking while working. You’ll get lots of work.”
I rub the back of my neck. “I doubt that.”
“I’d hire you on the strength of your accent.” Rubin winks at me.
“You’re both incorrigible,” Stefan says.
Quinn laughs and then slumps against Stefan, who holds him upright. “They act more like brothers than Rubin and I do.” It’s hard to pick out Quinn’s words as they’re badly slurred, but I just about manage it.
“Ew, no. I want him to fuck me, not be my brother.” Hendrix slaps his hand over his mouth. “Oops. Did I say that out loud?” From his tone of voice, he knows he did.
“Yes.” Stefan sighs.
“It’s nice to feel wanted.” Rubin blows Hendrix a kiss.
“Get a room,” Rory mumbles.
Everyone laughs. Stefan tightens his grip on Quinn.
“I can do more designs if you’re not feeling any of these,” Rubin says, bringing the focus back to the logos.
“I am,” I tell him. “I love them all, which makes it hard to choose.”
