Ma and Rachel knew what we’d done to Leon. There weren’t going to be any more secrets in this family, especially not one as big as that. We’d done what we needed to in order to protect our family, including its new members. We all agreed on that.
When we returned home, Harper was tired and quiet, his emotions drained, but in a way I hoped he found peaceful,because he’d been able to let go of a lot of the negative ones. Guilt and fear. There was no place for them in our home.
Although we’d spent every moment together since he’d returned—we’d showered and slept together, with nothing between our naked bodies—we hadn’t had sex since he’d left.
As we showered now, his hands smoothed over the skin of my abdomen in a way I was so familiar with, and a soft smile pulled at his lips as his fingers dared to drift lower.
He stopped just above my cock, looking up at me as his eyes searched for a permission he really didn’t require. I was his, always. My body was his, always.
I nodded, and he continued, wrapping slender, perfect fingers around me as my dick responded to him instantly.
Then we were both hard, and our kisses turned urgent.
I lifted him as I shut off the water, carrying him to our bed before we’d even dried off.
“Make love to me,” he panted against my lips.
“Always,” I told him, and I meant it.
I kissed him deep and slow as I opened him up on my fingers.
Then I was sinking into my home within his body. He welcomed me easily.
His legs wrapped around me, preventing me from pulling fully out of him as I started to move.
“I love you,” I spoke into his neck, thrusting deeper.
“I love you,” he moaned. “So much, Benny. More than I ever thought possible. I love you.”
“Always?”
“Always.”
I moved faster, letting his body remember every inch of me. He made such beautiful sounds.
It didn’t take long before I was spilling inside him and he was coming over his perfect skin. I didn’t mind, because we had all night and the rest of our lives to do this as much as we wanted.
After we’d recovered, I placed a kiss to his forehead, and he grumbled in disapproval as I pulled out of him.
There was something I needed to give him, though.
I opened the drawer of the bedside table, getting out my black leather collar. There was still more we needed to talk about, and time needed to get us back to where we were before, but I trusted him.
We were safe now. We could rest. I was ready for him to have it back.
He sat up quickly when he realized what I had, and I slowly sank to my knees on the floor in front of him.
“Will you put this on me again?” I asked.
“You… you still trust me with that?” His voice was strained.
I held it up to him. “Always.”
He sniffed and reached for the collar in my open hands. “I’ll spend my whole life trying to be worthy of you.”
“You already are.”
Tears fell, and I moved up to my knees so I could catch them for him.
