Forbidden: King (The Four 4)

All too soon, I blurted, “I’m about to come.” He stroked me faster, and I cried out as my cock twitched in his tight grip and I shot all over my stomach. It seemed to go on and on, pulsing through me, and I whimpered as I arched off the rug.

When it finally ebbed, I was trembling with exhaustion, and I curled in on myself. Thankfully, Eden was a true caretaker. After he cleaned me up with a fistful of tissues, he gathered me into his arms, shifted us around, and pulled the blanket over us.

I rested my head on his chest and wrapped an arm around him while I caught my breath, and he held me securely. Once I could speak again, I whispered, “That was amazing.”

“For me, too.” He kissed the top of my head and told me, “I’m looking forward to all you’re going to teach me.” I was grinning as I let my eyes slide shut.

Chapter 8

For the second morning in a row, I awoke in Eden’s arms. This time was totally different, though. I didn’t have to sneak away while trying not to wake him. A big, goofy smile spread across my face as I settled in.

Sometime during the night, we’d moved from our spot in front of the fireplace to my bedroom. Outside, the rain was still coming down, but it was warm and cozy in my big, comfortable bed.

I wondered how Eden would react when he woke up, and when he raised an eyelid and saw me there, a grin just as goofy as mine spread across his face. He murmured, “Morning,” and kissed my forehead. Then he burrowed deeper under the covers and took me with him.

“Can we please stay in bed all day? This feels so good,” I said softly, as I held on to him.

“We can do anything you want.” That surprised me. He was usually so practical, but his answer was totally indulgent.

I smiled at him, and after a moment I said, “Okay, so there are three exceptions to staying in bed all day—food, coffee, and the bathroom, not in that order. I’ll be right back.” He chuckled as I tumbled out of bed.

After I used the facilities and brushed my teeth, I found a pair of pajama bottoms and pulled them on. Then I went into the kitchen and got a pot of coffee and a quick breakfast going. Eden joined me a couple of minutes later, dressed in a pair of my gym shorts.

While I finished up some eggs on the stovetop, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. It was such a simple act, but it felt like the best thing in the world.

Once we assembled some breakfast sandwiches and poured our coffee, we returned to the bedroom and ate propped up with a bunch of pillows. Then we stacked our dishes on one of the nightstands and stretched out on our sides facing each other.

Eden studied me closely as he lightly traced my features with a fingertip. He smiled when he reached the divot in the center of my upper lip. Mine was pretty pronounced, and he murmured, “I absolutely love your cupid’s bow.”

“My what?”

“This.” He lightly stroked the spot, and I grinned. “Your mouth is totally irresistible.”

He leaned in and kissed me. It was tender and undemanding, and it went on for a long time. I let myself get lost in it, and when it finally ended a little sigh of contentment slipped from me.

Eden gathered me into his arms, and as he held me he whispered, “I don’t ever want to let go.”

“Good. Then don’t.”

“You shouldn’t encourage me,” he said, as I tucked my head under his chin. “I feel ridiculously possessive of you. I’m like a caveman, ready to fight off any challengers with a club.”

“There are no challengers, Eden. I belong to you.”

“I think we’ve both gone off the deep end,” he joked. “We’ve been a couple for a day, and we’re already saying stuff like this.”

I tilted my head to look up at him, while he cradled me in his arms. “I like hearing you call us a couple.”

“I’m sure that’s premature, too.”

“No, it isn’t,” I said. “You and I have cared about each other forever, so this isn’t like most new relationships. We’re building on a solid, long-standing foundation of love and friendship.”

“You’re right about that. We still have a lot to learn about each other, though. There were some subjects we never discussed, like sex. That means there are things I feel like I should know about you, but I don’t.”

“You can ask me anything. What do you want to know?”

He brushed my hair back from my forehead as he asked, “When did you lose your virginity?”

“When I was a sophomore in high school. Jamal Huntley was a sophomore too, and he fucked me in the locker room after football practice. That was after about a month of giving each other hand jobs and sucking his dick every chance I got. The best I can say about it is thank god he knew we needed lube. The whole thing lasted about forty-five seconds. We were terrified of getting caught, and it hurt like hell. But whatever. I don’t think anyone enjoys their first time.”