My second orgasm hit even harder than the first, ripping a cry from my throat as I came for him.
He groaned when that happened, then pulled out suddenly and spun me around.
At first, I didn’t understand what he was doing. Then he pressed gently on my shoulders until I sank to my knees.
His cock bobbed in front of my face, slick with my arousal, the head flushed and swollen.
“Show me how much you want it,” he growled out as precum streamed from his tip.
Hall was about to come.
I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.
He groaned, his whole body shuddering as he held the back of my head in place, sliding his shaft all the way in.
Then I barely had time to hollow my cheeks beforehewas coming, his release flooding my mouth in hot, thick spurts. His knees buckled then, and he grabbed the railing behind me to stay upright, a broken sound tearing from his chest.
I swallowed every drop, relishing the taste of him.
When he was finally spent, he sank to his knees in front of me and pulled me into a crushing embrace. His heart hammered against mine, his breath coming out in loud, ragged gasps.
“I’m sorry.” His voice cracked. “That was too much. I’m too much.”
I shook my head, wrapping my arms around his neck. “No, that wasn’t too much, honey.” I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “That was…” I laughed a little hysterically, “the best fuck of my life.”
Something broke in his expression. I watched it happen. Then the walls he’d built around himself started to crumble. His eyes went glassy, his jaw trembling.
“I’ve been alone for so long,” he whispered.
I pressed my forehead to his. “I’m here now.”
We stayed like that, tangled together on the deck, breathless and emotionally raw. The morning sun warmed our skin, and somewhere in the valley below, the hawk cried out as it rode the wind.
My heart was completely, irrevocably his.
I just hoped he felt the same.
Chapter 12
Hall
We talked for hours after that.
Wrapped in a blanket on the deck, her body tucked against mine, we shared pieces of ourselves that we’d never given anyone else.
She told me more about growing up in Abeline, and how it felt to watch the people she loved choose each other over her.
Her ex and her best friend had really done a number on her.
I told her about my parents and how they’d loved me in their quiet way but never taught me how to use words to reach people. It wasn’t in their skill set to do so.
By the time the sun climbed high overhead, we were both exhausted. Neither of us had slept much the night before, and the emotional weight of everything we’d shared pressed down on us.
I carried her to my bed.Ourbed, it felt like now.
Then we slept tangled together, her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her soft curves. I had a deep, dreamless sleep. The kind I hadn’t had in years.
When I woke, late afternoon light was slanting through the window, painting golden patterns on the quilt. Cassidy stirred against me, her cheek on my chest.
