"Yes," I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Harder, Easton. I can take it."
He obliged, pace increasing until the only sounds were our breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and my increasingly desperate moans. His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles.
"I want you to come again," he said, voice strained. "Come on my cock while I'm buried inside you. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, oh God, yes!"
"Good girl." His fingers moved faster, his hips never losing rhythm. "Let go. I've got you."
The second orgasm hit even harder than the first, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out his name into the night sky, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck, Sadie…" His rhythm faltered as my body clenched around him. "I'm—"
"Come inside me," I gasped. "I want to feel it."
He thrust twice more, then buried himself deep with a guttural moan, his body going rigid as he came. I felt him pulsing inside me, filling me, and it triggered another wave of aftershocks that made us both shudder.
For a long moment, we just breathed together. His weight pressing me into the blanket, his heart racing against mine, both of us trembling with the intensity of what we'd just shared.
"You okay?" he finally asked, lifting his head to look at me.
"Better than okay." I reached up to brush his hair back from his forehead. "I'm… happy. Actually, genuinely happy."
His smile was soft in the starlight. "Good. You deserve to be happy, Sadie. Even when you don't believe it."
"I'm starting to believe it." I pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "You're making it hard not to."
He shifted, pulling out gently and helping me sit up. The cold air hit my overheated skin, and I shivered. Immediately, he was wrapping the blanket around us both, tucking me against his side.
"Sorry," he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Should have thought about the cold."
"Worth it," I assured him, snuggling into his warmth. "Under the stars? That was… perfect."
"Yeah, it was." He was quiet for a moment, then: "Sadie, I meant what I said earlier. This is forever for me. You and Casey. This is what I want."
My throat tightened with emotion. "Me too. I want this. All of it."
He was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking my hair. "Move in with me."
I pulled back to look at him. "What?"
"Move in with me. You and Casey." His voice was sure, steady. "My condo has plenty of space. Better security. A doorman who actually looks like Santa Claus, according to Monique." A small smile tugged at his lips. "Casey's been asking about it for days. And I'm tired of only seeing you both in pieces of time. I want you there. Both of you. Every day."
"Easton, that's… that's huge."
"I know. But I'm all in, Sadie. I just told you. This is forever for me. So, move in with me. Let's be a family."
My heart was pounding. This was everything I'd been too scared to want. Everything I'd convinced myself I didn't deserve.
"Okay," I said.
His eyes widened. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I managed a smile through the tears that were suddenly threatening. "Let's do it. Let's be a family."
He kissed me again, deep and claiming, and when we broke apart, we were both grinning like idiots.
We stayed at the lookout until the cold became unbearable, wrapped in each other and blankets, and the certainty that whatever came next, we'd face it together. No more secrets. No more choosing careers over family. No more wondering what if.
