And when we’re both drenched in sweat, when my entire body is fighting not to spill inside him?
That’s when I’ll take us both over the edge.
Together.
He’ll come with me in an explosion so intense that neither one of us will be able to see or hear for several moments.
And when he passes out after I’ve filled him, I’ll just hold him until he comes back to me.
Because that’s what you do with the person you love.
And this man? This pretty boy?
I fucking love him with everything I am.
“Did I die?” Eli croaks as his eyes flutter open, blinking like he’s surfacing from a dream.
“Only of pleasure,” I grin, helping him sit up slowly. “Come on, baby. Let’s get that head cleared. We’re going on a date.”
“Right now?” he squeaks. “I thought we were… y’know… laying low because of that cartel?”
“We have eyes on Cortéz,” I assure him. “Spike already cleared it. We’ll have a few men trailing us, just in case, but we’re getting out of here for a few hours.”
I hand him a bottle of water with an electrolyte packet already mixed in and five saltine crackers.
“This,” I say, tapping the bottle, “helps your body recover faster after an episode. Drink up, baby. We’re going for steak.”
His eyes go glassy with tears, but I don’t mind them. They aren’t made of sadness or pain. Those are tears of pure happiness.
“Love you, baby,” I murmur, lifting his hand and kissing the inside of his wrist.
He swallows hard.
“Yeah,” he whispers. “I’m… starting to see that.”
Then he gives me a little laugh, shaking his head like he can’t believe it.
“And I realized,” he adds, “as I was slowly dying from post-coital release… that I love you too.”
“Post-coital release?” I bark out a laugh. “Oh, I’m absolutely using that the next time Spike walks in with that ‘I just got pussy’ face.”
Eli chuckles, nibbling a cracker.
Damn, he’s adorable.
“Told you you’d fall in love with me,” I smirk. “It was undeniable. I’m just too fucking awesome.”
“Not to stroke your ego or anything,” he says, rolling his eyes, “but… yeah. You really are.”
“Wait until you see what I can do with my dick,” I wink. “We gotta get your ass ready for me, baby. Stage three is gonna happen a hell of a lot sooner than planned.”
His face goes red as a sunset, and I laugh.
“Now come on,” I say, pulling him carefully to his feet. I wait until I’m sure he’s steady before moving. “We’re taking my truck. No way I’m putting you on my bike when you just rebooted.”
“Rebooted?” he laughs. “I kinda like that.”
I lean down and kiss the top of his head.
