My whole body’s thrumming, open, craving the delicious burn only he can provide.
I lie back on the bed and my thighs fall open without thought, heels digging into the sheets, cock spent and forgotten against my stomach. Nothing matters now except Liam’s thick cock buried inside me to the root.
“Liam. Please, I want it. I want you.”
He hooks my knees up, wide and trembling.
The blunt head of his cock finds me, unrelenting.
“Then take it,” he growls—and pushes in.
nineteen
Liam
Two Months Later
Theair’sheavywithuncertainty.
The ghost of last night’s bullshit.
Linus is sprawled beneath me, eyes half-open like he needs me to fuck him back into the moment.
I’m the man for the job.
I push into his tight rim. Heat grips me. Swallows me whole. The sound he makes, broken, beautiful, lands somewhere deep in my chest and detonates.
Every inch is a fight between restraint and ruin. I breathe through it, one hand braced beside his head, the other on his hip, holding him still as I drive deeper until our skin’s flush. There’s no space left to pretend this is anything less thaneverything.
“Look at me,” I demand.
When he does, I realize this is truly the end. His eyes glisten with unspilled tears. The sound he emits when I cant my hips is a prayer with its throat cut.
I drive into him so abruptly the bed creaks. My hips roll, find their measure, then pump vigorously. His breath catches every time I push forward. One of his hands slides down between us. He starts to stroke himself and I swear the visual nearly undoes me.
His cock comes alive again, filling before my eyes.
The sound of me fucking him, wet, rhythmic, indecent, fills the small room. His head tips back, mouth open. His heartbeat races under my palm, and he meets every thrust now, desperate, his hand moving faster.
I want to tell him he’s beautiful and I love him more than life itself, but the words stay trapped behind my teeth. Instead, I suck on his neck and bite him, anything to leave proof I was here.
His skin burns against mine, damp and trembling.
We’re on borrowed time. The clock’s ticking down and I’ll spend every last second we have together like it’s currency. I fuck him like I can fuse us together. Carve us into something permanent with muscle and sweat since I can’t do it with words.
Linus is close. I can tell by the way his voice fractures. The way his body arches up to meet me. How his hand moves faster. His ass muscles flex around my cock, gripping, begging, taking.
The sound he makes is half gasp, half sob, the most beautiful goddamn thing I’ve ever heard. The man’s recovery time is unprecedented, he spurts across his stomach, causing me to lose the rhythm entirely.
My thrusts falter and I bury myself in him to the hilt as I erupt, spilling into him with a guttural yelp tearing its way out of my chest. It’s not pretty. It’s raw and feral. I can’t tell ifI’m praying or apologizing. He clings to me through it, fingers digging into my ass, blunt nails catching on my skin.
I feel every beat of our hearts as I collapse over him. The room smells like us now. Sex, salt, loss. My forehead rests against his cheek, his breath is ragged against my lips. For a moment we stay locked together. Listening to the quiet hoping it might give us something to hold on to.
“I don’t want it to end like this,” I whisper.
His hand slides up my back, soft, shaking. “Neither do I.”
I savor his lips as I pull out, hating how the air between us cools too fast. I watch the way he looks at me. Demolished. Still mine, for the moment. I smash my lips against his before I can think better of it.
