“Faster, fuck, I’m almost?—”
“Yeah?” he purrs, kissing me hard. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I moan, rolling my hips against him. He pulls back, pressing his forehead to mine. “Fuck, Aiden. Fuck. I’m close. Fuck.”
“I’m going to come,” I moan. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”
“I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming.” His lips mash against mine as he moans, And warmth hits my stomach as he comes. I’m right there behind him, thrusting into his fist. He sags back against the bed, holding his messy fingers up. Cum paints his stomach.
I look up at him then drag my tongue across it, and he sits up on his elbows watching me as I latch my lips around his nipple.
“Fuck.”
I curl my fingers in the back of his hair, and he looks up at me as I take his fingers, sucking them clean one by one.
“Fuck.”
I kiss him hard, and moan as he licks into my mouth.
He cups my face to look at him, then he pulls me down against his body, rolling onto his side with me in his arms. “Fuck, that was good.”
“I’m sorry about touching you like that.”
Sawyer smiles at me, smoothing my hair off my forehead. “It’s okay. It’s just not something I enjoy. He lifts my hand to his asscheek, and I cup and massage it in my hand. “I just don’t have the same pleasure response some people have. It gives me anxiety. It doesn’t feel good.”
“You don’t have to explain it.” It’s not even something I need. “There’s nothing missing in our relationship.”
“Some guys I’ve been with or tried to date didn’t want to be with me if I didn’t. It’s not for me, though, and I know you’ve never, but—” I kiss him, not sure what he’s so worked up about. Sawyer is perfect. Literally, painfully perfect.
And he’s mine.And he loves me.I still don’t know why, most days.
“I don’t need it.” I kiss him again. “I just need you. This is more than enough.” I feel him relax in real time in my arms. My hand smooths up his spine. “I love you so much.” I smile. Real and genuine. “I’ve never felt like this in my life.”
“I love you too.” He leans in and kisses me. “We have game night tomorrow,” he whines. “Do you think we can back out?”
“Probably not.”
He groans.
“They’re your insane friends.”
Sawyer grins up at me widely. “Hey. They’re your insane friends now too.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SAWYER
“How many friendshave you made so far?”
Katya skips to the bus stop. When she started school we worked out a schedule. Aiden and I take turns waking up with her—not that it’s really much of a change for me. If anything, I get more sleep now than before they both came into my life.
“Four.”
“Four! And it’s only the second week of school.”
“I’m going to make more.”
“Four friends is great. It’s always better to have a tight group of close friends than a ton of friends you aren’t close to.” Up ahead I see some kids gathered at the bus stop with their parents. Katya wants to stand there alone sometimes, but I’m afraid to let her out of my sight.
Aiden’s a lot more relaxed in that way. I guess after dealing with what they had to, not much scares either of them. “Can I make cookies when I get home?”
