Page 27 of Canvas’ Muse

"Yeah." Davis's laugh is breathless. "That was—"

"Incredible. Life-changing. The best sex I've ever had." I turn my head to look at him. "All of the above."

"Same." He reaches out with his good hand, brushing sweaty hair from my face. "But Eden… Did you mean it? What you said about being the only man?"

"I meant it." I shift closer, not caring that we're both sticky and gross. "I've only been with three guys before you. None of them ever came inside me. I never wanted them to. But you—" I trace my finger along his jaw. "I meant every word. If you want me forever, then I want you to be the only one who gets that."

"I do want you forever. I know it's crazy—"

"It's completely insane," I agree.

"But I've never been surer of anything." He pulls me closer, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips, and it's filthy and perfect. "You're mine, Eden Cross. And I'm yours. Forever."

"Forever," I repeat against his mouth.

We lie there for a while, catching our breath, bodies cooling. I can feel his cum starting to leak out of me, can feel the pleasant ache between my thighs. I should get up, clean up, but I don't want to move. Don't want to break this moment.

"Your shoulder," I finally say, remembering. "Please tell me you didn't tear your stitches."

Davis shifts, testing the movement. "Feels okay. A little sore, but nothing sharp."

"Let me check." I sit up, examining the bandage. There's no fresh bleeding, no signs of damage. "You got lucky. But we're not doing that again until Saint clears you."

"You think I could wait that long?" Davis pulls me back down, arranging us so I'm tucked against his good side. "Now that I know what you feel like? How you sound when you cum? How it feels to be inside you?"

My pussy throbs, already ready for a second go. "You're insatiable."

"For you? Absolutely." He kisses my forehead. "But you're right. I should heal first. Don't want to end up back in the medical room explaining to Saint why I tore my stitches."

"He'd probably kill you."

"Phoenix would help him hide the body."

We both laugh, and it feels good. Normal. Like we're just two people falling for each other, not two people caught in the middle of a gang war that just had sex while one of us is recovering from a gunshot wound.

A knock on the door makes us both freeze.

"Eden?" It's Ivy's voice. "You awake? Dinner's almost ready."

Davis and I look at each other. I'm naked, covered in sweat and cum. He's shirtless with a bandage on his shoulder, his jeans still around his thighs. The room smells like sex. There's no hiding what just happened.

"Give me ten minutes!" I call out, trying to sound normal. "I'll be down!"

"Take your time!" Ivy's voice is knowing, amused. "But Canvas? If you tore your stitches, Saint's going to have your ass."

"Stitches are fine!" Davis yells back, not even embarrassed.

We hear Ivy's laughter fading down the hallway.

"So much for discretion," I mutter.

"Clubhouse has no secrets." Davis grins, completely unbothered. "Everyone's going to know we fucked within five minutes of us walking downstairs."

"Great." But I'm smiling too. "Your president is going to love that."

"Phoenix will be fine. He's the one who told me to go for it if I wanted to." Davis sits up slowly, wincing slightly. "Now help me get dressed before Saint actually does kill me."

I help him pull his jeans back up, then find my borrowed clothes scattered across the floor. I dress quickly, very aware of the cum still leaking out of me, the pleasant soreness between my thighs.