“I’m here.” He pressed his lips to my neck, right over the pulse point. “I’m yours, baby. Your mate.”
Reid knew how to push my buttons as well as I knew his. My vision whited out as my hips jerked, my orgasm feeling like it lasted forever.
My mate shivered against me, his cock kicking against my abs. “Oh god. It’s like I’m coming again.”
Before I could respond, there was another loud crack.
The mattress sagged beneath us, and Reid let out an alarmed squeak as we dropped a foot. The frame had finally given way, leaving us in a small dip with the mattress bending up around us.
“Oh dear,” he said faintly. “This can’t be good.”
I laughed, kissing him. “You did say you wanted me to fuck you through something hard. Mission accomplished.”
Reid’s fingers tapped against my back. “I wonder what type of wood is the strongest? I need to look it up, because we’ll definitely need a frame made of that.”
“Or”—I kissed along his cheekbones—“we could buy a steel one.”
“That might last us a month, I suppose.”
“I don’t have to fuck you so hard, you know.”
Reid wrinkled his nose. “Um, no. I’m going to fullyembrace the faster healing from being mated and have you fuck me roughly on a regular basis, thank ye very much.”
I snorted. “So glad ye’ve found the positive side of the mating bond.”
Reid hugged me tighter. “There are many, plonker. Best of which is knowing I’ve got you for the rest of eternity.”
Kissing his lips, I was nothing but grateful. We hadn’t had the easiest path, but I’d walk it over and over again, knowing this was the destination. “Always, sweetheart.”
Chapter 34
Reid
Once again, I was in the main clan house, spiralling out.
This time though, it had nothing to do with my location or what it represented. Since mating with Evan three months ago, I’d embraced the McCarthys as my own.
Just as they’d done with me.
The main house was as familiar now as Evan’s parents’ place. That wasn’t why I was having a meltdown.
“Are ye sure they’ll come?” I asked Evan for the thousandth time, tugging anxiously on my hoody. Well, technically it was Evan’s, but he only wore it now to replenish his scent before sending it back my way. “What if they said yes and then realised they hate me?”
“They don’t hate you,” Evan said patiently, tugging me into his arms for a soothing hug. “They’re excited to be coming.”
‘They’ was Bryce, Cole, and Mac. Once Logan had confirmed that the Clarksons weren’t going to be causing trouble any time soon, there was nothing stopping me from meeting up with my friends.
Nothing other than my crippling anxiety and fear of rejection.
My sessions with the supe therapist Evan had found had been helpful. Dr. Tyler had listened patiently as I’d rambled about everything that could go wrong.
Then, he’d asked me one simple question: What about if everything goes right?
Then and there, I knew I needed to do this. I knew what I stood to lose by not seeing them, but the truth was, if I kept avoiding them I was going to lose them regardless.
Maybe, just maybe, it would work out okay.
Don’t get me wrong, my life with the McCarthys and Evan was happy. Blissful, really. But there was something missing.
