My hair is still dripping when I hasten down the hall toward the private rooms. I open the door to one in particular, my eyes finding Isaac immediately. He’s lying on the couch, stark naked, his hand around his cock and his legs spread, giving me a view of the plug still in his ass.
My breath stutters at the sight of him, my voice coming out hoarse. “Okay?”
Isaac’s chest rises and falls, a blush covering his skin from his cheeks to his chest down to his cock. “Was it as good as me?”
My pulse flits, the way Isaac is looking at me leaving no doubt his jealousy is feigned. I stalk his way. “What do you think, brat?”
“I think my ass is the best you’ll ever have.”
I place one knee on the couch, spreading Isaac’s leg further to the side and giving the toy a pull. Isaac sucks in a breath, his hand stilling on his cock. His exhale puffs out when I tug the plug free, replacing it with my fingers.
“Fuck.”
“No one could compare to this,” I tell him honestly, pressing my fingers in deep. Isaac’s back arches, his hand scrambling at the couch. “No one will ever make me feel the way you do.”
“Tell me.”
I lean down to feather kisses over Isaac’s thigh, pushing his hand off his cock so I can kiss that, too. Isaac spears his fingers into my hair, tugging me down on him as he fucks up into my mouth.
I pull off in a slow drag. “You’re intoxicating.”
He nods, spurring me on.
“I could spend my life tasting you, and it’d never be enough. My heart, my desires, my love all belong to you.”
“Why?” Isaac asks, the sound nearly a sob as I pull my fingers free. I hastily shove off my clothes and grab a condom from the table, rolling it on, followed by lube. Isaac keens when I press into his body.
I wrap myself around him, the two of us barely fitting on the couch. He stares up at me with blazing blue eyes, flickers in his irises like dancing flames.
“Because, my brat. With you, I am home.”
Isaac’s arms loop around my shoulders as I drop my face to his neck. I find a freckle I know lives there, running my tongue over it as I start to roll my hips. Isaac moans, his heels tugging against my ass.
For endless minutes, he pants below me, murmured words asking formoreandlike thatandhard enough I’ll feel it tomorrow, you Bruiser. Isaac’s body is soft around me, demanding everything I’m so willing to give.
If I ever needed proof that emotion impacts sex, I’d have it right here. Having gone from a scene that felt more clinical than anything, where I had to encourage myself at times to stay in the game, to…this? Where the man I’m hopelessly in love with is falling apart at my fingertips?
There’s no comparison.
Isaac draws in a startled breath when I guide one of his legs up toward his body, moving it from one side of my hips to theother. He gasps as I spin him onto his side, the two of us never parting. Hooking my arm under his knee, I keep him held open and snap my hips, my body weight pressing him down into the couch.
“Jesus fuck,” Isaac groans, his position one that could almost be mistaken for sleep. Almost. “Ah, hell. Trevor.”
“Can you feel it?” I ask.
“Your dick pegging my kidney? Yes, I can.”
I huff an amused breath. “Not that. Can youfeelit, Red?”
Isaac cranes his neck to meet my eye, his mouth parted as I grind against him. His voice is barely there. “What?”
I trail a hand down his back, fingertips skipping over freckles and smooth skin. This man who trusts me. Who once tried so hard to stay away but who now looks to me when he’s scared or happy or sad. He believes in us the way I do. In our future. In fighting for what we’ve found.
What is it I feel when I think about all that? When I see him?
The answer is simple. “Peace.”
Isaac pulls in a shuddering breath. “Kiss me.”
