On me?
Because of me?
It was everything. Nash squeezed me tightly enough to steal the air from my lungs and cried out sharply against my neck as I felt him spill. Cum shot out, thick spurts coating my dick and lower stomach as he shuddered. His tight muscles began to unwind as his thrusts slowed, and after a short forever, he pulled back and looked at me.
He was pink-cheeked and slightly breathless. He also looked a little ashamed. “Forest, I…”
“No.”
He blinked in surprise.
“You’re going to do something ridiculous like apologize, and I don’t want to fucking hear it.”
He looked startled, probably from the fact that I swore at him, but this moment called for it. He swallowed heavily. “You didn’t come though. Did you?”
“No. But I don’t need to right now,” I added when he started to look a bit panicked. “This was enough.”
“I wanted this moment to be for us,” he said very quietly. He seemed a little unsure what to do with himself, or what to think.
“It was.” Lifting a hand, I traced the outline of his jaw. My dick was starting to soften as he lay there on me and the mess he’d made began to cool. The weight was comforting.
He let out a breath. “Forest.” He spoke my name slow and deliberate. “It’s our wedding night.”
I couldn’t help a small laugh and he looked a little betrayed. I traced the frown on his lips. “It’s our wedding night now. And it will still be in a few hours from now, when we’ve had some rest and unwind from having a literal secret wedding and then fleeing town to make it look like we took a honeymoon.”
Something flashed in his eyes. Something hurt. “This is a honeymoon.”
My chest squeezed. “I didn’t mean it that way. I know that it’s more than us on a vacation.”
Licking his lips, he nodded and glanced away from me before rolling off and sitting up. “I should get us something to clean up with.”
“Nash,” I said when he stood and took a few steps away. He turned his head back to look at me. “If I said something wrong, if Ididsomething wrong?—”
The distance between us evaporated again, and he pinned me back to the bed, kissing me so hard I had to dig my feet into the mattress. “You did nothing wrong. At all. Forest…” He closed his eyes and knocked his forehead against mine. His voice dropped low and breathy. “You are perfect.”
He didn’t mean that. He couldn’t. I was a human, which meant perfection was impossible. And if I were anywhere close, I wouldn’t have been alone for so long. I wouldn’t have a body that had decided to betray me for the rest of my life.
But the words felt good. They tucked themselves behind my ribs to live there. To remind me that someone cared enough to whisper them to me so I could replay them in my head when I was at my lowest.
As I watched him walk off to get a wet cloth to clean us up, his ass perfect and round and bouncy, I wondered how long it had been since anyone had taken care of him. He went out of his way for everyone else.
Had anyone done the same for him?
I hadn’t meant to doze off, but the fatigue of FND was overwhelming more days than it wasn’t. Even when I felt fine, the moment I let my eyes close, I was usually out. I woke in bed alone, but when I threw on my boxers and padded out into the main room, I found Nash in the corner of the couch, scrolling on his phone. He was in sweats, but shirtless, his gorgeous chest with a sprinkle of hair a little too inviting.
He looked up immediately, his face softening into a smile as he opened his arms for me. It was far too easy to walk over and drop into them, letting him bustle me beside him, my legs hooked over his thighs as I rested my cheek on the couch cushion.
“Did you have a nice nap?”
I rolled my eyes. “Why’d you let me sleep?”
“I don’t think I could have stopped you if I wanted to. You fell asleep mid-sentence.” His eyes sparkled with humor even asI felt embarrassment race up my spine. “Don’t look like that. It was cute.”
“Fuck off. I’m not cute.”
“Oh, Forest. I don’t know who lied to you, but that is one cross you have to bear.”
I’d been called cute before, and it usually irritated the shit out of me. I was shorter and skinnier than most men. I had a baby face, and I was the opposite of a jock. I was nerdy and a little strange, and men like Nash tended to infantilize me.
