He hums, biting his lip and rubbing his ass on my crotch. “Use whatever terminology you want. Alls I’m saying is it makes my pussy drip.”
I snort, then roll my eyes. “Be serious for thirty seconds, please.”
Ren pulls a purposeful pout of forced seriousness that looks ridiculous on him, nodding firmly. “Yes, yes, fine. You got it, Lex Luthor.Serious. I can do that.”
My mouth is curved into the most admonishing of smitten smiles. It’s honestly so hard to be anything other than delighted in his presence.
Happy and horny at all times. That’s it.
I mean,Warren Xavieris myfiancé… The serotonin is flowing more than the constant barrage of orgasms since he saidyes.
Seriously. If you shake my balls, they probably sound like an empty spray paint can.
With one last swipe up his throat, I look him over, marveling at his sheer beauty. It’s barely fair… That he looks like that, yes, but also thatIget to be with it.
Forever…?
Damn. Nowthatis crazy.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it together. Remember?” I mumble, searching his face for any sign of doubt.
Realdoubt, not the endless shit-talking or silliness he uses to disguise his emotions. He doesn’t hide how he’s feeling from me, or wrap it up in a shiny red bow like he used to. That said, it can feel like wading through a swamp of puns and dick jokes at times.
Ren turns topaz irises on me. And we just stare for a moment.
“Everything we do is together, beautiful boy,” he rasps, fully serious. “For the rest of our lives.”
Biting my lip, I nod, running my hands up his hips to hold him tight. “Never again, sweet flame. I told you when I got you back, I’mneverletting go of you again.”
He beams, lashes fluttering. “If they thought we were codependent before…” I laugh while he chuckles. “Boy, are they in for atreat.”
I’m grinning, thumb sliding absentmindedly over my lower lip while I watch him wash the leftover shaving cream off his face. My mind sifting through thoughts on thoughts on thoughts.
The doubt isthere. How could it not be?
Itiscrazy, what we’re doing. Ren’s totally right.
Don’t tell him I said that. I’ll never hear the end of it.
But as crazy as it is to even consider returning to the island we risked our lives escaping—especially knowing we basically left the place in shambles—notconsidering it isn’t really an option either. Because that would mean deliberately ignoring the obvious fact that our friends are in trouble just to stay here in this beachside palace of great food and nonstop sex. Andthatis way more selfish than I’m comfortable being.
Sure, staying and not dyingisappealing… But the hard truth is every moment of bliss here is tainted by underlying concern for our friends—ourfamily—back in New York.
Every laugh with Cyrus while playing video games, every delicious taco made by Tauren, every fireside song played by Colson, not to mention every stomach flip from simply being present for how hard they love each other, regardless of whether they’resupposedto… It all aches my chest with memories of that godforsaken island.
So much good, a lot of bad, and some very ugly… But we undoubtedly wouldn’t be here without every messy moment of it.
Ren and me, our bond was born there, surrounded by those people. That’s gotta count for something. As comfortable as our bed is here, I haven’t slept a single night soundly. Because any time it gets quiet, all I’m doing is worrying that they think weleft themwhen they needed us the most.
It isabsolutelyfucking crazy. We’re a half-hour from where I grew up… But the stress in my chest won’t rest until we gohome.
To where it all started. Alabaster fucking Isle.
Ren straightens and seals himself to me, decorating my neck with kisses that ease my rampant overthinking just enough.
“I love you more than I can even articulate,fiancé,” he purrs.
It’s only been a week since I asked and he said yes, but my stomach is still very much in tumble-dryer mode when he calls me that, in his silky sex voice.
