“No. I would never compromise anything just so I could have sex with you once. I would withhold sex for the rest of my life if it meant keeping you safe,” I promise him.
Leland’s face scrunches up, telling me that what I just said wasn’t what he was hoping to hear. “Don’t sicken me.”
“Caring about you is sickening?”
“Very much.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
“Hmm…”
I nip his throat. “Don’t you want me to go so you can show me how sexy you are? What if I’d missed you throwing a plate at that guy?”
“I would have been pretty disappointed,” Leland murmurs.
“What if you manage to flip a man like Cassel did?”
He freezes and then turns to glower at me. “You’re not supposed to ever repeat that. You know nothing about that.”
“You’re right. I know nothing. I’m just saying whatifyou did it?”
“Then I would want you to be there for it,” he whispers. “ButI love you so much I will sacrifice you getting to see me do something sexy to keep you safe.”
I kiss a line up his neck while my brain works overtime. There really needs to be a way to get out of this. “I love you so much I would move mountains for you.”
“I know.”
“I would put up with the monthly gun box you’re trying to subscribe to.”
“I can’t find any.”
Of course he looked. “I’ve forgiven you for tying up my friend and locking him in an unknown location.”
“I think it was him who had to forgive me, not you,” Leland says.
“We are better together, and you know it.” I rub my hands up his chest, enjoying touching him.
“I don’t like having to fear for you. I don’t like walking into every situation and questioning if someone is going to hurt you or shoot you. So you just stay here.”
“The moment you took my hand, you promised we’d be in this together,” I say as I lift his hand up and kiss his ring.
Leland sighs and leans back into me. “Fuck.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck,” he mutters again, and I know that I’ve finally won him over. When I test moving my hips, my arm isn’t immediately taken over, telling me that he’s permitting this. He tilts his head toward me while I reach around and stroke his cock before pushing him forward until we’re no longer sitting with him on my lap; instead, he’s on his knees, chest on the bed, my cock still buried in him. He moans as he allows this change of position that allows me to move after being tortured for far too long.
It means that my first thrust makes me feel so fucking sensitive that I have to stifle a groan while I grip his hips.
I love this man. I love him so fucking much that it would make him significantly uncomfortable if I told him how much. So I’ll show him how much I love him every day for the rest of our lives. Which means that no matter what happens, I will not leave his side. I will keep loving him, I will continue doing everything I can to keep him by my side.
Even when he thinks he’s torturing me.
Looking back over his shoulder, Leland says, “You’ve got that mushy look on your face, Jackson, and if you don’t straighten up, I will withhold all of the sex.”
“Nooo, please don’t withhold the sex. I don’t think I could take it anymore.”
“Is that a smirk?”
