“Avery, fuck, I’m about to come. I haven’t had you since that night, and I’m afraid my control is for shit.”
I sat up and turned to look at him. “Let me get you off, baby. I want to have your cum inside me one way or the other. Okay?”
Holden smirked before he nodded, so I crawled down his body and sucked him down my throat. A wet finger circled my hole before slipping inside, and when he rubbed it against my prostate, I sucked harder. I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed around the head.
“Fuck.” His warm cum hit the back of my throat. I pulled back a little to taste him on my tongue. I swallowed everything he gave me, and when he continued to stroke my prostate with his long, rough finger, I couldn’t hold back. I sprayed his chest and collapsed on him, continuing to nuzzle his softening cock.
Holden picked me up and righted me on the pillow at the top of the bed before he nestled into me and wrapped a big arm around my waist. He kissed up my ribs and licked under my armpit—which was shaven—and his hot breath sent shivers down my spine.
“I love you, Avery. You’re my dream come true.”
My face heated because why would he want someone like me when he could have anyone else on the planet? “You’re just cum drunk.”
Holden laughed as he kissed my right nipple. “No, I’m the most honest man you’ll ever meet, and I promise I’ll never lie to you. Besides, you’re the one who’s cum drunk. Thanks for that by the way.”
We both turned on our sides and stared into each other’s eyes. Finally, I broke. “Do you think you’d ever want to get married?” It was a ridiculous question. We hadn’t known each other for that long for me to be mentioning anything of the sort.
Holden raised an eyebrow and gently stroked his thumb over my right cheek. “That’s a really shitty proposal, sweetheart.”
We both laughed, but I knew that one day, I would propose to Holden Rose. We were destined to be together for a very long time.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Holden
February
For a week, Avery and I had been engaging in light petting that was growing increasingly heavy—if one could call blowjobs, finger fucking, and frotagelightpetting.
If that was all we ever got up to, I’d be perfectly happy with it for the rest of my life. Avery was a spotlight that illuminated my very dim world.
After we left Dr. Latham’s office for Avery’s checkup and got into my truck for the trip to Manassas, I turned to Avery.
“That’s good, right, sweetheart?” The doctor had given him the okay for sex, and I was trying to be discreet because my dick heard it too and had no problem showing everyone he was up for the task.
Unfortunately, making love to Avery would have to wait until we returned to Baltimore on Sunday night. We were going to my parents’ place in Manassas so Avery could meet my family. I had the paperwork in hand regarding the other transplant recipients from Holly’s passing.
Everyone who received a donation from Holly’s tragedy had reached out, wanting to know our family and to know about Holly. I wasn’t sure how my parents would take it, but I believed it would help all of us. Besides, I had the beautiful recipient of Holly’s heart next to me in the truck.
“Please don’t tell me you’re nervous. I need you to be my support system when I tell my parents what I’ve done by reaching out to UNOS when I know they won’t like it. They’ll probably go insane.”
Avery turned to me and smiled before he picked up my hand and kissed it. “I’m in your corner, and I love you. I’ll be right there beside you to deflect any shrapnel coming your way for doing something to promote love and healing.”
Before we turned down the road where I grew up, I stopped the truck at the curb and turned to Avery. He was beautiful, andnow that I’d opened my mind to believe him, I could feel my sister’s love emanating from the love of my life.
“Let’s not drop the bomb that you got Happy’s heart the first cat out of the sack. Let me explain to them about the other donors, and if they accept that well enough, then I’ll explain to them that you were the recipient of Holly’s heart.”
He reached over and touched my cheek. “Baby, if you never tell them, I’m fine with it. If you know and accept the truth, nobody else needs to believe me.”
My hand found its way to the back of his neck to pull him closer so his beautiful mouth touched mine. For the rest of my days, I’d thank Holly for bringing Avery Langhorn into my life. He was a beautiful gift my sister had given me, and I’d be forever grateful.
When I opened the door to my parents’ place, I saw everything I expected to see. The pictures of Holly decorated the hallway like a montage of her life. The video of her dancing in recitals and the music she used played on the television in the corner of the living room that I could see from the hall. The sniffles of the aunts and uncles who were there to remember her echoed from the living room.
“This sounds like a funeral wake,” Avery whispered as we walked into the house and stopped in the entryway.
I sighed and leaned into his ear. “Yeah, it does. If I don’t succeed at changing their minds this time, I’m going to have to stop coming home. I just can’t do it again.”
My mother came from the kitchen with a tray of drinks, seeing the two of us in the hallway by the front door. “Linda, will you take these?”
