“I’m yours, Taylen.” His words come between harsh breaths and broken moans. “Have been for a long time. Always will be.”
The admission hits me hard, making my rhythm falter briefly before I pick up with renewed intensity. Sweat makes our skin slide together as our movements become more urgent, more desperate. His hands clutch at my shoulders while mine maintain a bruising grip on his hips.
“I’m so close,” he warns. “Almost there, Tay. Please.” His cock is trapped between our bodies and is leaking steadily, providing evidence of how much this affects him. I release my hand from his hip to wrap around his length, wanting to feel him fall apart completely.
He cries out my name, his body clenching around me and throwing me over the precipice. If this is what it’s like to fall with Bastian, I never want to get up.
His arms wrap around my shoulders as we come down together, holding me close as aftershocks run through both our systems.
We stay joined for long minutes until my cock slips out of him, soft and spent. He strokes my back in gentle patterns with so much tenderness that it makes my throat tight.
We stand together and grab the quickest shower in the world before coming back to bed and snuggling under the blankets. I love that Bastian loves to do this. Even our first time, if I hadn’t run, we’d have had a moment like this, when the rest of the world ceases to exist and it’s just us.
“I really do love you,” he says, his words clear and certain. “I know you’ve said it, but you don’t have to just because I did,” he continues quickly, his hands never stopping their gentle movement across my skin. “I just needed you to know. Needed to finally say it aloud.”
I laugh. “You’re such an idiot saying that after mind-blowing sex when my brain isn’t working properly. And I do love you too. When I said it earlier, it wasn’t because I felt obliged to.”
His laugh rumbles through his chest, vibrating against my ear. “My timing might not be perfect,” he admits, his fingers finding a particularly sensitive spot behind my ear. “But I can’t take it back. I think I’ve loved you for longer than I probably should admit. I stayed away because I was afraid of it.”
The confession draws a reluctant smile from my lips, though I maintain my position that lets me hide my expression against his skin. “Yeah, well,” I mutter, my words muffled slightly by his chest, “likewise. Even if you are ridiculous and dramatic and way too good at making me feel things.”
“Say it again,” he requests quietly.
I lift my head enough to meet his eyes. “I love you,” I tell him. “I've loved you for a long time.”
"Do you remember when Jackson threw my surprise birthday party when I turned thirty-two?"
I nod.
“That’s when everything changed for me. The moment I saw you, Isawyou. You were Jackson's little brother, but that night…” He shakes his head.
I chuckle. “Does our age gap bother you?”
He shakes his head. “Not now. You?”
“Sebastian, I’ve just had sex with my teenage crush. You could be sixty for all I care.”
He wraps his arms around me and flips us around so he’s on top of me. “Sixty, my ass. You have fifteen years of putting up with my old ass before we get there.”
The weight of his heavier body on me wakes up my cock. “What did you say about testing that refractory period?” I tease.
He gives me the sexiest wink known to humankind and then kisses his way down my body.
When I scream his name as I come into his mouth minutes later, I am more than thankful for being twelve years younger.
I will never get tired of sleeping with Bastian. He’s like a cozy blanket that keeps me warm all night. He doesn’t snore, and when he talks in his sleep, it’s to tell me that he loves me again and again.
Bastian’s eyes flutter open gradually, a smile spreading across his face when he sees me watching him. “Morning,” he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep.
“Morning,” I reply. “You snore.”
“I do not.”
“And you talk in your sleep.”
He narrows his eyes and then opens them wide when he realizes I’m not lying. “But I do not snore.”
“Hmm, it’s these tiny cute snores. Usually followed by ‘Oh, Taylen, you’re so beautiful and smart. Definitely the best farmer I’ve ever met, not to mention amazing in be—’ Oof.” I find myself under his body again, which seems like a win-win situation for me.
