"Fair enough. I'll keep my hands where you can see them." I flutter them theatrically around my face then lean in, one brow cocked. "For now."
A glowing maze of coral towers, schools of brightly colored fish flashing like jewels, and constantly changing beams of light; snorkeling the Reef really is an otherworldly experience, but it's got nothing—nothing—on the spectacular sight standing before me right now.
It's two days after our snorkeling adventure. Mabel is asleep under the watchful eye of Mary, the best Mary-named nanny since Poppins, and Smith is down the hall—and out of earshot—leaving me and the man I'm falling for alone in my candlelit master suite.
Months of buildup are crescendoing with heady anticipation. We're in that delicious moment, reaching the top of the roller coaster, that breathless crest before gravity claims you. Doesn't hurt that we're both naked, kissing and rolling around on my satin-sheeted bed.
As much as I want to claim Vaughn's body, it's his presence that's more intoxicating than the rose-and-sandalwood scented candles burning in the corners of the room. I came up north to escape, to heal. I thought I needed time and space to do that, but the universe had other plans.
I curl my fingers around his rock-hard uncut cock, stroking it softly a few times. His eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a low, guttural moan.
"What we're about to do…" I say, then I wait for him to open his eyes. When he does: "It means something to me."
He nods, his blue eyes wide and earnest. "It means something to me, too."
"You're not just saying that because I'm holding your cock?"
"News flash." He kisses me on my lips, grinning. "I don't let just anyone touch my cock."
I raise my other hand, brushing my fingers along his collarbone. "Never expected to fall for anyone. This was so not part of my plan."
"Really? You didn't envision a stranger just dropping a baby into your lap then running off? How strange."
His grin is now a smile, and I fucking love it. Now that everyone is safe, I actually kinda love the absolute craziness of the situation. It's as beautiful and perfect as it is unexpected. You honestly couldn't make any of this shit up.
And not that it's a contest, but how Vaughn and I met is way better than how my brothers met their partners, because, okay, yes…it most definitelyisa contest.
Vaughn treats me to a trail of kisses, gradually lowering onto his knees as his lips trace a path down the middle of my chest, my abs, my groin.
I cradle the sides of his face. "You look so beautiful."
He looks up at me, blinking those long lashes. "You're not just saying that because I'm about to suck your dick?"
I smile, feeling the skin around my eyes crinkling. "News flash. I don't let just anyone blow me."
"Lucky for me, then."
And with that, he lifts my swollen cock and licks the underside from base to head a few times. Then he tickles the underside of my crown with the tip of his tongue. Pleasure rolls through me, and I plant my feet firmly on the carpet. I intend on staying upright for this.
He runs his hand up and down my length. "It's big."
"So is yours," I reply, pointing to his massive erection reaching halfway down his thigh.
"Guess we're a good match then."
"I think we are."
He takes me into his mouth, and the entire world that isn't Vaughn fades away. Pulses of energy shoot from my dick, spreading out in every direction throughout my body, lighting up every nerve.
He establishes a solid grip at the base of my girthy cock and whips his mouth up and down the remaining inches, flicking his tongue in the most delicious way when he reaches the tip before descending back down until my dick hits the back of his throat.
"How's that?" he asks.
"Perfect." I almost don't recognize my own voice, choked up by so many emotions hitting me all at once. Joy. Ecstasy. Relief. And a feeling that can't be contained in one word and can only be described asfinding home. It's not the beautiful location that'shelped me heal these past few months, it's him. Vaughn belongs with me, just like I belong with him.
His eyes sparkle, then they darken. "I want you, Clayton. And I want you to know how much I fucking want you."
My fingertips graze his cheek. "Tell me. I want to hear it."
