Page 30 of Revenge & Truth

Holy shit, who knew my pure Atty had a mouth on him. This was a surprise I could get behind.

Running my hands, he planted his arms on either side of me as his thrusts became faster, and I drew him closer. He resisted me at first, but then I used my heels to drive into the muscle just above his ass, causing his hips to drop. “Atty, I want to feel your whole body pressed against me as you come. I want us so woven together you can’t tell where I end and you begin.”

Hesitantly, he did as I asked, but I knew he was still holding some of his weight off me. It would do for now, but we’d work on him understanding I wasn’t going to break.

“Ah, shit, shit, shit,” Atticus growled. The quickness of his breath and the erratic snap of his hips told me he was about to come. “Astin, you need to let me go. I’m going to come.”

“Come inside me, Atty. I want to experience everything with you,” I pleaded.

With a sound close to a roar, Atticus thrust into me twice more before filling me with his hot cum, marking his place as one of my lovers. Ever since Luca and I had some aggressive raw-dog sex with him finishing inside me, I was hooked. Never had I let anyone do that, not trusting they were clean or enjoying the thought of something of theirs lingering inside me gave me all the icks. Now when it came to my men, there wasn’t anything more I wanted than to be claimed by them in return.

Atticus rolled to the side and lay there for a moment, his eyes glazed in that heavenly after-sex glow. Not liking the distance between us, I flopped over so half my body rested against his. “That was amazing,” I whispered, tracing my fingers over his skin. “I’ve never come that many times from anal before. You weren’t full of shit when you told me you were a top-notch fucker.”

He chuckled, his body shaking with the sound.

Shocked, I pushed up on one arm to look down at him. “Did you just laugh?”

“I suppose I did,” he answered.

“Do it again,” I ordered.

Frowning, he cocked his head. “Why?”

“Why? Because that was the most beautiful thing I’ve heard come out of that mouth,” I explained. “You hardly ever laugh. Come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you laugh until now.”

“I suppose there hasn’t been much to laugh about in the past weeks,” he commented.

On that, I couldn’t have agreed more. Since returning home, it’s been one hit after another, some situations worse than others, but all equally shit things to go through. We fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying being close to each other as his fingers glided up and down my back in a soothing motion. I really didn’t want to get up, but I needed to clean up a little, feeling sticky from all the lube and cum.

“Can I use your shower to wash up?” I asked.

In a sweet gesture, he tucked my hair behind my ear, letting his fingers trail along my jaw. “Do you want company?”

Grinning, I bit my lower lip and nodded. “I’d love some.”

Moving faster than I expected, Atticus scooped me up with a yelp and carried me to the bathroom. In a gallant but practical gesture, he set me down in front of the door to the toilet. “I can’t stand the feel of most toilet paper, so there are plenty of wipes should you need them. To give you privacy, I’m going to step out of the bathroom should you need to make a bowel movement which is highly common after anal sex.”

I blinked at him for a moment, stunned at the casual nature with which he told me he’d leave me in peace to take a shit. In fairness, he wasn’t wrong, but I’ve always felt like there was an unspoken rule that it was never acknowledged out loud—some bullshit about preserving the myth for men about how magical anal sex was for the woman. True to his word, Atticus dropped a kiss on my lips and headed back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“How the fuck was that man still single?” I mused aloud before spinning on my heel and popping a squat on the toilet.

I turned on the shower and opened the bathroom door to signal it was safe for him to return. Peeking into the room, I saw he was back in his robe and in the process of making the bed.

He looked up and smiled as he adjusted his glasses up his nose. “I’ll join you once I get this finished. This way, when we’re ready to sleep, we won’t have to worry about avoiding any messes left behind.”

Leaning against the door jamb, I couldn’t help the giant smile that made my cheeks ache. “Are you asking me to sleep over?”

Atticus paused in tucking the sheet under to answer. “Yes, I suppose I am, unless that isn’t the type of relationship you want between us. My other sexual partners left rather quickly after coitus, so I’m unsure of the protocol between lovers after coitus is completed.”

This man’s lack of awareness of how sweet and considerate he was made my heart melt. Not only did he automatically care for my physical needs, Atticus did his damnedest to figure out my emotional needs even though it was ten times harder for him to navigate.

Padding over to him, I took his hand and pulled him away from the bed to face me. “Atty, I’d love to share your bed tonight and any other night you want, even if we don’t have sex. You also have an open invitation to join me in my bed as well.” I paused after saying that, knowing Ryker would want to be in my bed most nights too. “As a group, I think we need to set some boundaries to ensure everyone is comfortable and their needs are met regarding alone time with me. But that will evolve over time as we all learn to navigate this relationship.”

“Sounds logical to me,” he agreed easily.

“Just out of curiosity, would it bother you to sleep in my bed if, let’s say, Ryker is there as well?” I inquired.

He considered that a moment, tilting his head. “No, I don’t think it would bother me as long as Ryker understood I don’t have any interest in him as a sexual or romantic partner. I wouldn’t want there to be any confusion as to why I was in the same bed as him.”