Fully seated, I screwed my eyes shut and breathed through the urge to unload inside him there and then. Back in control, I opened them again to find Mads smiling up at me, his eyes wet with tears.
“You feel so good,” he murmured softly. “I didn’t know you’d feel this good.” His head fell back onto the cushion. “But I’m not gonna last long.”
“Thank fuck for that,” I said truthfully, pulling my dick almost all the way out before sliding it home again.
Mads arched up under me, gasping, “Oh... shit... fuuuuuck.” His face did a funny grimacy thing and he locked eyes with me. “Do that again.”
And so, I did. And again. And again. And again, until sweat beaded on my brow and his face flushed crimson.
“Lift up.” He wriggled a hand between us and grabbed his cock while I continued to drive into him. “God, yes. Yes!” Mads bit down on my shoulder, his body rocking with the force of my pummelling. I’d have bruises for fucking sure.
“Almost,” he warned. “Almost . . . argh . . . fuck . . . yes . . . argh!” He came on a loud shout, body rigid, head thrown back as he spilled between us, slicking our bellies.
Two more thrusts and I joined him, the orgasm ripping through my cock and groin, body stiff, arms trembling, as Mads kissed my throat, my face, anywhere he could reach as he rode me through the waves of pleasure.
Spent at last, I collapsed on his chest and we lay wrapped in each other’s arms, gasping for air as our bodies slowly tracked back to earth.
Seconds, minutes, hours later, Mads whispered in my ear, “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
I turned my head and kissed his cheek. “I love you too. That was... amazing.”
He agreed, but there was a catch in his voice that made me pull up to study him. “What’s up?”
His face turned from red to beetroot. “That was a first for me.”
I frowned, not understanding.
An almost shy grin stole over his face. “I’ve never been fucked without a condom before. I mean, I know we’ve been doing it for a while, but that was... well?—”
“It was me being fucked,” I finished for him. “I get it. It’s big, right? I remember my first time as well.” I couldn’t believe I hadn’t twigged earlier. “How do you feel?”
He thought about that. “It felt momentous, somehow. Like our relationship was real in an entirely different way. I guess I’m old school, or maybe just old, but I never considered taking PrEP when I was single. Figured I’d wait until I had someone worth taking it for. So, like I said. I’ve never been fucked without a condom.”
I laid my lips on his, the briny taste of his perspiration lingering on my tongue. “Well, now you have.”
Mads locked eyes and smiled. “And now, I have.”
I held his gaze until he finally cupped my cheek and asked, “What’s going on in that big brain of yours?”
I swallowed around the ball of fear in my throat and declared, “I’ve decided. I’ll go with you to Nelson. I’ll talk with Chloe.”
Mads said nothing for a moment, then, “Are you sure?”
“No.” My choking laugh said it all. “I’m so fucking not sure. I’d rather burn the damn letter and pretend I never saw it.”
Mads’ thumb brushed over my cheekbone. “I know you would.”
I put my hand over his and held it in place. “But as long as you’re with me, I know I’ll be okay.”
Mads’ eyes filled and he pressed the softest of kisses to my lips. “Always, my love. Always.”
CHAPTER THREE
JULY
MADIGAN
The annual BookCollector’s Fair was one of the best book events in New Zealand. Accommodation close to the venue had been in short supply, which had, according to Nick, necessitated a little flexibility around my preferred booking arrangements. In other words, Nick had booked us into one of the less salubrious accommodation options and was floundering to cover his arse, which, as pretty as it was, had found itself swimming in deep doo-doo.
