Evan is there for him as Deacon’s head turns, breaking our kiss. Evan’s lips press into his softly, soothing. Unable to help myself, I latch onto the open expanse of Deacon’s neck, leaving another mark as he pants against Evan’s mouth and Evan whispers to him words I can’t hear over the sounds of my sucking and slamming.
His body jolts beneath me, and his hot release spreads between our abs. He lets out a broken noise, almost like a sob. I want his eyes on me, but they’re squeezed tight, his head still turned firmly away.
Evan’s hand smooths over Deacon’s cheek. He kisses his forehead. My control snaps, and I come at the top of a thrust, milking my cock in and out of his ass while the release shudders through me. It almost feels like an afterthought.
“Look at me,” I urge him.
He shakes his head.
“Deacon.” I sink deep into him and settle against his chest. “Give me those gorgeous eyes.”
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t know what… I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to.” I get close to his ear and say low enough that it’s just for us, “You’re mine now.”
He shudders, but he finally turns. His dark blue eyes burn as his gaze meets mine.
I stroke his cheek and kiss his mouth. “Okay?”
He nods.
I kiss him again. “Good.”
We liein bed naked together awhile, too tired to talk any more. Evan falls asleep for an hour or so, and I spend the time with Deacon, drowsily touching and kissing him as he does the sameto me. I whisper words like “perfect.” “Mine.” “Beautiful.” He thanks me. He needlessly apologizes. I let him get it all off his chest until he’s finally smiling and his eyes are staying closed.
I get it. I’m exhausted, but I’ve also got thoughts racing, trying to game out how to keep this. I’m still in enough disbelief that I keep turning around to make sure Evan is really here, naked. Inmybed. How the fuckdoI keep this?
“I think my brain’s shutting down,” Deacon whispers.
“Let it.” I run my hand through his hair for the hundredth time. His long lashes rest on his cheek, and he sighs the sigh of defeat.
“Will he stay?” he asks.
“I hope so.”
“I hope so, too.”
“What did he say to you?” My curiosity is killing me about what Evan whispered to Deacon while I was fucking him.
“He said…” Another sigh. “The reason it felt different was because you care about me. That you care about me so much.”
My heart does some shady shit in my chest causing a flutter in my throat. “Is that all?”
“And he reminded me he was here. Stuff like that.”
“How’d that feel?”
“Feelings…” he half smiles. “You guys…it felt…like he was saying my feelings.”
“Did he get them right?”
“It felt right,” he says.
Warm all over, I press another kiss to his forehead and then both his eyelids. “Get some sleep.”
He mumbles, “I should get home. Have to work in the morning.”
“I know. I’ll wake you up in a little while.”
