It wasn’t magic, of course. It hadn’t protected me from my injury or from any kind of pain. It was mostly just a memory of what had been. But it was starting to feel more like a relic of an old life. Of a lonely man who didn’t want to be that way anymore.
Maybe after we got the rings, I could put it up in a case somewhere. I didn’t want to get rid of it, but I also wanted to look ahead.
Jonah lifted his hand and put it on my chest. “I have an idea.”
“Tell me.”
“We swing by your brother’s and order a shitload of takeout, then we go home, eat, blow each other until we pass out, then wake up and do it again. For the next three days.”
I groaned, rocking my half-hard dick against him, then leaned in for a kiss so fucking filthy it probably would have had us both arrested if a cop had come by. “I’m in,” I told him.
“This is why I love you.”
“Just that?”
“Yeah. And a million other reasons,” he whispered.
I tipped his head up and kissed him one last time.
For luck.
