"I'm not teasing. I'm worshipping." I look up at him, chin resting on his sternum. "There's a difference."
"The difference is I want you inside me, like, five minutes ago."
"Impatient."
"Horny. There's a difference."
I laugh—a real, full laugh that I feel in my chest. When did I become someone who laughs during sex? When did I become someone who laughs at all?
Sam. The answer is Sam.
I work my way back up his body, shedding my boxers along the way. He shimmies out of his own, and then it's skin on skin, nothing between us.
"Hi," he whispers.
"Hi," I whisper back.
He's already wet when I reach between his legs—slick and open, like his body knew what was coming. I slide two fingers into him easily, watching his face as he gasps.
"Ready for me?"
"Been ready." He rocks down onto my hand. "Always ready for you."
I line myself up and push in slow. The heat of him is overwhelming—tight and perfect and home. His legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I bottom out with a groan.
"God," Sam breathes. "Never gets old."
"Never will." I start to move, finding a rhythm that's slow and sweet. Not fucking—making love. I want to feel every inch of him, memorize every sound he makes.
"We're going to be so good," Sam murmurs, his eyes half-closed. "At the internship. We're going to blow their minds."
"We are."
"And then after—grad school, maybe. Or a startup. Or—ah, right there—or we take over the world."
"Whatever you want." I thrust deeper, hitting the spot that makes him moan. "I'll follow you anywhere."
The pressure builds slowly, sweetly. I feel his body tightening around me, feel my knot starting to swell. This time there's no urgency to it—just the inevitable, wonderful conclusion to something we've been building all along.
"Close," Sam whimpers. "Devan, I'm—"
"I've got you." I wrap a hand around his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts. "Let go. I've got you."
He comes with my name on his lips, spilling over my fist, clenching around me so tight it pulls me over the edge with him. My knot swells, locking us together, and I bury my face in his neck as the pleasure crashes through me in waves.
We stay like that for a long time. Tangled up, tied together, breathing each other in.
"Best day ever," Sam mumbles into my shoulder.
"Best day so far," I correct. "We've got a lot more coming."
He laughs softly. "Look at you. Being optimistic. Who are you and what have you done with my grumpy alpha?"
"He's still here." I press a kiss to his temple. "He's just happy."
"Good." Sam snuggles closer, settling in for the wait while my knot goes down. "I like you happy."
"I like me happy too," I admit. "It's new."
