He nodded, and the sound he made was one of pure gratitude as our lips locked again. Instead of him doing it all alone, the way I thought maybe he would’ve wanted, I rolled my hips and met him as he came down on me. He was able to use my shoulders to balance himself, which was a big help. He picked up pace, sucking on my neck as he did. He shoved my shirt up my chest. Precum from his happy cock turned my abs into a beautiful, slippery mess, and I leaned back a bit, using one hand to prop myself up at a better angle so he could fuck against me easier as he rocked.
The new position was the key because he went from excited to wild, bouncing on me and pushing his cock against my belly. The change in pace and the way he grunted and sounded so close to coming had me ready to explode. I carefully urged him forward with a hand between his shoulders, and he hissed and shook his head, sitting back to where we’d been before.
“No?”
“No, not yet. Maybe some other time, when I didn’t—”
“Don’t explain. Want you,” I murmured. “Get us there, babe.”
He pressed his forehead to my jaw and shivered, and I rocked us together faster. In the end, his thighs were trembling, and he was coated in sweat and moaning in my ear as I fucked up into him without his help, bringing him over the edge into bliss. He shot his load in a sticky, delightful mess all over my abs, and I loved the wet heat that showed me how good he felt.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whispered into his ear.
“Love you,” he gasped back, and that did it for me.
Hearing him confess his feelings, like they were a dirty secret, always sent a thrill of joy through me, and it hit me right in the balls this time. I bucked up and buried myself deep in his body, and he settled his weight firmly down onto me. My cock pulsed and I unloaded in his ass, kissing him as I came. I flopped backward underneath him and sighed, staring up at the stars while I tried to catch my breath.
He gently lowered himself to lie on my front, and it was perfect that he fit right there with me as I wrapped my arms around him.
“I like this,” he said with a sigh.
“Me too, babe, but you know what?”
“Hmm…?”
“I like everything with you.”
He sat up to punch my shoulder with enough muscle that I laughed and rubbed at it, and then he settled himself right back down on his front in his own sticky mess.
“Why do you do that?” I asked, not upset at all. He hadn’t hurt me, but tomorrow he’d give me a guilty squint and kiss the spot.
“It still makes no sense to me that you love me.”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t need to make sense, it just needs to feel good, and it does.” I stroked my hand along his spine, and he nuzzled his face against my neck, just where I liked to have it. The waves lapping the shore sounded a lot less dangerous tonight than they usually did, and in no rush to move, I gave Peter a soft hug.
16
Peter
The domineering graystone façade of the courthouse loomed huge in front of me, and I couldn’t help but think about the last time I’d been inside. It was horrible and nothing had gone right. Drew held my hand. His fingers were long enough that he could easily tickle my knuckles with the tips, but I was so nervous I was ready to throw up, and nothing he was doing helped. Sweat dripped down the back of my neck as the sun beat down on my shoulders. I leaned some of my weight against his side, relying on his strength and tapping my cane hard against the sidewalk in agitation.
“Do I really have to do this?” I murmured. He reached over and straightened my tie. I glanced down at the dark gray suit he’d helped me pick out last week. He said the yellow shirt under the suit coat made my eyes brighter, whatever the fuck that meant, but I’d worn it because the clothes also had him staring like he was ready to eat me alive. Everything on my body today, from the belt and matching black wingtips making my feet sweat, right on down to my clingy black briefs, had his personal approval.
“Yes, you have to do this. You promised to testify to the grand jury, and if you don’t, who the fuck knows what they’ll do to you?” For the first time all day there was stress in his voice, and I whipped my head around to study his serious brown eyes. He lowered his brows and dropped his forehead against mine. “They want you. You have things to say. I’ll be right out here waiting for you.”
“They won’t let you in?” I hated how small and fucking weak I sounded, but I wished I could talk to the jurors while wrapped up in his arms.
“No, they won’t. Remember, they went over this with us.” He brushed a thumb along my cheek. “I would if I could.”
“I know. And they don’t want you there?” My breath hitched.I hate this.
“Not today, no,” he said directly into my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. “But I don’t doubt I’ll get hauled into this mess eventually. I got a text from Rowdy saying they were going to let him loose soon, and he was here yesterday. It sounds like good things are happening.”
“And Black won’t be there?” I hated how my voice wavered. Panic ate at me. I’d had a nightmare last night that he was in the courtroom, and he got loose and… did everything he’d promised and then some. I’d woken up sweaty with my heart trying to beat its way up the back of my throat and out of my mouth.
“No, he can’t. It’s just you and the grand jury. It can be about twenty people. There are also the prosecutors and the lady who takes notes for the court. Detective Hanlon told us this. Don’t you remember?” He cupped my chin and turned my face toward him, and I blinked up into his troubled eyes.
“I… I’ve been worrying,” I mumbled. “No, I don’t remember.”
