Page 67

Javier follows, coming deep inside me with a gasping shout I feel in my bones. His cock pulses inside me and I clench around him, wanting to do anything, everything to prolong his pleasure.

“Boy,” he breathes. His nipple slips from my mouth as he leans down, but he replaces it with his tongue before I can protest. We kiss for long minutes that escape time, our bodies soft and sweaty and sated but unwilling to part.

Finally, Javier lifts himself up, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of my nose. “Stay put,” he says. “I will be right back.”

I feel empty when he pulls out, but I’m too exhausted to do anything other than lay there. I must drift off, because the next thing I’m aware of is a warm, wet cloth against my ass.

“Daddy?” I blink, trying to get my bearings in the dim light.

“I am here,” he says softly, running the cloth over my cock and crotch. I’m sensitive, but he’s quick and gentle with his movements. Tossing the cloth aside, he grabs a bottle of water and hands it to me. “Drink.”

He smiles fondly as he watches me drink. When I’m done, I hand it back to him and he drinks the rest.

I won’t ever forget how stunning he was in the water. I knew, because I could sense the echoes of doubt and uncertainty through our bond, how nervous he was about performing. How scared he was of letting me down.

And still he went out there and delivered the performance of a lifetime.

“Remember that one time when you, Javier Zamora, won a bronze medal at the Clash of Creatures?”

He rolls his eyes at my teasing. “I barely did anything,” he retorts.

I let out an exaggerated gasp. “Excuse me, I will not stand for this slander of my mate!”

Chuckling, he lays down, his soft cheeks scrunching as he lays on his side facing me. “What am I going to do with you,” he muses, reaching out a hand and touching my cheek.

“Love me?”

It’s a silly, vulnerable thing to say, but Javier’s eyes soften and he tugs me close. “Boy, you are not ready for the love I have planned for you. Every day, I am going to love you. Every day, I will wake up and thank whichever of the Fates brought me back to you.”

My heart overflows, spilling out of my chest and over my sweaty skin, and I press my face into Javier’s hairy body and breathe.

“Go to sleep, love,” Javier’s voice vibrates against the crown of my head.

I snuggle closer, hooking my leg up and over his thighs. Unconsciously I smack my lips together, my ridiculous mouth always anxious, always needing something.

Above me, Javier lets out a tired chuckle. “Go on. Take what you want.” He brings his thumb to rest on his chest right in front of me.

I wet my lip with my tongue. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, love. I am sure.”

After a moment I wrap my lips around it and suck, sighing as the familiar buzzing anxiety goes quiet.

There’s a hand on my head, stroking over my shaved hair. My eyes get heavier and heavier.

—Mate— resounds through our bond.

—Love— I send back.

Epilogue

Javier

“Holy shit.”

I smile, leaning against a wall with my hands in my pockets as I watch Aleks walk wide-eyed through the beach house I rented. It is nothing fancy, but the open air kitchen, thick bougainvillea trailing along the walls in full, fuschia bloom, and saltillo tile floor make the space feel like paradise. Having the gently sloping beach and the rustle of palms above us is all I wanted when I picked this place.

I need time alone with my mate. Aleks and I have spent the past six months visiting friends and chasing good weather. It was a luxury we did not take lightly, but sponsorships with a gender-inclusive underwear brand and ViperVenom, Aleks’ favorite energy drink, gave us the freedom to take some time off before needing to settle back into working.