“Fuck,” he groans, his breath hot on my lips. “I missed you so much, baby. I just…fuck.I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
“I know, Lo,” I whisper, all gravelled and raw. “I know.”
He peppers kiss after kiss to my jaw and neck as he rocks against me, creating the most delicious friction as I slide in and out of him. My hips get in on the action too, and I drag him farther onto my cock while he kisses me again, fucking my mouth with his tongue. It takes long, sinful pulls of mine, twirling around it before coaxing it into a dance that our bodies have long since begun.
“I could do this forever. Fucking you, loving you.” He shakes his head when another soft moan comes out. “I never want it to end.”
The declaration sends my heart to the moon, knowing he still wants me, still fuckinglovesme. But as much comfort as it gives me to know he feels the same, I still don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know how to wrap my mind around it, and not because I don’t believe him.
It’s because I do.
I believe every damn word that’s left his mouth tonight,despite the lies that he’s told me, despite the pain he’s caused. Despite the way I’ve fucking ached and longed for him since the day I forced myself to end things. I can feel the truth in them with every single touch and kiss he’s given me since he found me on that terrace.
But as elated as I am, I’m still so mad at him. So fucking hurt and scared and full of emotions I don’t know what to do with now that they’ve burst free from their prison. I don’t know where to hide them anymore, how to push them down and shut them away.
So I just pour them into him with every kiss and moan and upward thrust while he rides me in slow, measured movements.
It’s not long before I’m taking back the reins, anchoring my hands on his hips and fucking up into him from beneath. With his body bent over me and his lips fused to mine, we move together in synchronization, him meeting every thrust I make with a drop of his hips.
The angle has my tip brushing over his prostate, causing his lips to part as soft pants fall from them, but I drink them down with a thirst I’ve never known before. I want to consume every part of him. Every thought, every breath, every ounce of the love he’s willing to give me.
“Come for me, Cam,” he pants while snaking his hand between us.
I can tell the moment he starts stroking himself, because his ass clenches me impossibly tighter. Enough to have me right there, hanging on the edge until I can’t possibly hold out anymore.
I give him my all—my fucking everything—even while knowing it might not be enough.
My forehead bumps and brushes against his, our pants and gasps mixing together as my climax slams into me harder than a two-hundred-pound forward in the crease, and I shatter into athousand tiny pieces on impact. He’s quick to follow me over the edge, jacking his length until cum coats my stomach and chest, slipping between our sweaty torsos with every thrust I make. The way his ass grips and milks my cock as he comes draws out my own orgasm, keeping me in the blissful, weightless state of freefall until I’m wrung dry, filling him with every drop of my release.
Logan’s full weight finally drops on top of me, his hands snaking into my hair as his forehead finds mine, my cock still firmly lodged inside him. Our ragged breaths mix between our parted lips as we come down from the high, attempting to calm erratic heartbeats and heavy breathing.
But I can’t seem to catch my breath with him on top of me like this, and it’s not because he’s crushing me with his weight. It’s because the weight ofthisis suffocating.
The emotions, the feelings.
Because all I want to feel is hope. Certainty. Security. I want to know that loving him, that being lovedbyhim, will be enough to overcome all the obstacles in our path.
But even now, with his body pressed to mine—with me still buried inside him, joined as one—it’s still not enough to completely calm the chaos in my mind. The fears, the doubts, thewhat-ifs playing out like a movie before my eyes, despite them being closed.
And it’s tearing me apart from the inside.
“What do you need?” he whispers again.
I shake my head, not able to answer him this time. If I do, I swear, I might shatter all over again, and that’s something I can’t do. So I just wrap my arms around his back, holding him tightly against me.
And even though I know I should, I don’t let go.
Thirty-Two
Camden
“Cam. Cam, wake up.”
A hand shakes my shoulder vigorously, pulling me from sleep, and I blink open my eyes, only for bright streams of sunlight shining through the open curtains to blind me.
“Ah, fuck,” I mutter, annoyed with the sun.
Squinting and blocking the light with my hand, a glance to my left reveals Logan’s bare ass as he stumbles out of bed. My dick instantly takes notice as I stare at the rounded globes—complete with the bite mark still lingering on his skin—and my mind instantly goes swirling back to last night.
