I have to keep him.
I have to.
He stiffens, ass clamping tight around me, and then his dick is throbbing in my hold. Cum floods from my fist onto my skin, and a tremor passes through me that pools in my balls until it gets to be too much.
I grunt as I come, rippling waves of my orgasm unbearable for a second before the high takes over. All that passes through my brain is his name and his lips and those eyes and the way I’m addicted to every single part of him.
He’s panting hard, head on my shoulder, hands resting on my chest. I hold him. Just hold him. Letting myself sink into the moment and the knowledge that he’s mine. I want to cuff him to me and never let him go.
Ziggy’s lips meet my neck, and my eyes flutter against the softness.
“My sweet Ziggy.”
He kisses me again. “My sunshine.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
ZIGGY
Kennedy’s up as the sun is barely starting to rise, and I blink through the darkness toward him.
“What are you doing?”
His attention snaps to me, and a smile fills his face. “Nothing. I just … think I might head off.”
“I can drive you.”
“No, get some sleep. I’ve got the hang of the walk now.” Confusion itches at me as he leans in and presses his lips to mine. Before he can pull away though, I grab his arm, searching his eyes for any of that doubt he had before our picnic.
He knows exactly what I’m doing because he sighs. “Okay, okay. I’m being a scaredy-cat.”
That’s the last thing I’m expecting him to say.
His gaze flicks toward the darkness behind me. “Struggled to sleep. I kept hearing things all night.”
My poor Kennedy. He’s been trying really hard to get used to my place, but it isn’t sticking.Iknow it’s safe. I’ve lived here for eight years, and I’ve never had an incident.
I kiss him goodbye, wondering whether Rooney has sourced everything we need for a wall yet. The sooner I get it up and in place, the sooner he’ll love my home as much as I do.
“It’s so sweet you’re doing all of this for Kennedy,” Rooney says as we carry the supplies from my truck inside. I’m not a builder, but everyone in the End has picked things up along the way. Everything that exists out here, we’ve built with our bare hands, so when I asked for supplies for the wall, Rooney automatically assumed he’d be helping.
Apparently, so did Wilde and Lynx.
“I can’t believe you’re going to all this effort for one of those creatures,” Lynx says through his teeth. “Let him be scared. I can even show up here in the dead of the night to make it happen.”
“You don’t need to wait for the dark,” Rooney says, which is basically what we’re all thinking.
Lynx’s face crumples in confusion. “There’s nothing scary about me.”
“Except your giant knife,” Rooney throws back, then points toward Bob, who’s watching us. “And your attack dog.”
Bob hisses.
“Don’t call him a dog.”
“Demon kitty, then.”
