“Love you,” he gasps. “Love you, Stone.”
“I fucking love you, Matty,” I rasp, sinking to my hilt.
His body squeezes tight, and he sucks hard on my fingers. “Close! Close!”
The heat explodes inside of me. I pull my cock back and then drive it up, thrusting my slick crown into his spot over and over again. Our voices scream out together, and when I curl my fingers against his tongue, my orgasm finally hits.
“Fuck! Stone! Fuck!”
Matty kicks his legs out, and we both hit our climax. His face twists in pure pleasure so good, it looks like agony. I throw my head back as I pump my load into him, cum filling the heat of his hole.
When I fall onto the bed, Matty rolls into my arms. I’m still buried deep inside of him, and it feels so good I want to stay that way forever. We’re trembling with aftershocks and pulsing, the climax gripping my core and refusing to let go.
“Love you,” Matty mumbles, his voice weak.
“Love you, babe,” I say back as I stroke his cheek.
When I finally have my senses back, I pull out slowly and stand to grab a few tissues. My cum leaks out of his hole, and saliva drips down Matty’s chin. His lips are raw and puffy, and his hair is sticking up all over the place.
It’s sexy as hell, but I want him to be comfortable.
My eyes catch on my phone, waiting on the nightstand. There’s a message blinking, and I pretty much ignore it, but when I’m back to the bed, the name registers.
It’s from Caesar. Fuck.
I wipe Matty’s chin off and kiss him on the cheek. “You feel good?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he gasps as he rubs his hand over his face. “Just one more minute to recover.”
I glance between him and the phone. I don’t want to look, but Caesar has never messaged me before, and the more the high of the sex fades, the more my worry starts to rise up.
Finally, I realize I’m not going to be able to focus until I glance. I lean over and grab the phone, and my heart stops when I see the message.
Come in early tomorrow. Need to start training you to replace Jeremiah.
Billie and Red. They must have reached out to Caesar immediately. They must have decided I was worth fighting for.
They must have decided I’m family.
I set the phone down and look over Matty, still blissed out on the bed. “Everything okay?” he asks sweetly.
“Yeah,” I answer, my voice rough. “Everything’s perfect.”
EPILOGUE
MATTY
One year later…
Stone pullsthe tattoo machine back from my arm. My head buzzes with endorphins, and all my muscles feel loose and wobbly. It’s a strange sensation, but kind of a familiar one, too.
“All set,” Stone says as he leans back. “Now Mixie won’t be so lonely.”
I sit up quickly and take the little mirror that Stone offers me. We’re sitting in his tattoo studio at Blade, surrounded by framed photos of our friends and of his growing body of work. On my arm, there’s a fresh and perfectly rendered tattoo of a big peach, topped by the stop motion characters fromJames and the Giant Peach, the movie that made me fall in love with the artform when I was just a kid.
“Oh my god, it’s perfect. Stone, thank you!”
He grins. “Glad you like it, babe.”
