No Quick Fix (Torus Intercession 1)

I tightened my hands knowing I’d leave bruises, but I was done caring, too lost in what my body was doing, the hurtling rise right before the crest. I checked out, all of it, all of him more than I could bear. And then at last, when he hit the spot that triggered my climax, I held nothing back. The orgasm hurtled up my spine, and my flexing muscles clamped down around him, holding him there as I came apart, splattering his belly and chest.

His head fell back as he came, nailing me to the bed, filling me, the pumping deep inside washing me hot, from the inside out, his cum spilling around his cock and seeping between the cheeks of my ass.

It was like being at the top of a mountain and then freefalling, and there was a moment where I was me, then I was not, and then I was me again. And I was under him, still, and there was air and I could see, though I couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of my own heart.

Emery fell forward, on me, into my waiting arms, and I wrapped him up as he buried his face in the hollow between my neck and shoulder.

After a moment, I realized he was laughing, and I nudged him to no avail.

“What’s so funny?” I grumbled. Hand buried in his sweat-soaked hair, I tilted his head back to expose an illicit grin. His eyes were closed and I took that moment, those small but precious seconds, to drink him in. I’d heard the phrase ‘my heart was full to bursting’ before but it had never meant anything to me. Until now.

“We’re both covered in sweat and semen,” he said dreamily, licking his delectable lips, puffy and red from mauling my mouth and sucking my dick. “It’s sexy as hell, my cum leaking from your ass, yours all over my chest, and in my hair.”

He sounded drugged, or drunk, and I loved it. The grin grew into a smile as he opened his eyes and looked at me.

“What?”

Slowly, gently, he eased free of my body with a slight groan as my muscles fisted his length, milking him that last little bit.

“God, did you feel that?” he asked as he rolled to his back beside me. “You didn’t want to let me go.”

“You seem quite proud of yourself.”

“I feel like a pirate.”

I grunted, turning away from him so he couldn’t see my smile.

Ridiculous man.

“I ravaged you.”

“Shuddup.”

“I pillaged you.”

I buried my face in my pillow.

“What are you doing?” He grabbed my shoulder and tugged until I was on my back again. “Come here.”

I rolled my head so I could see him.

“Brann,” he said my name like it was magical. “Please.”

My grin was just as cheesy as his, I was certain. “You’re covered in cum, like you said. You should shower.”

“Baby, come here.”

I rolled over into him, and he ran a hand up my back and into my hair, burying it there, staring into my eyes the whole time.

“Olivia’s right, you have pretty hair.”

“Speaking of,” I said, exhaling, feeling my body get heavy, lulled by his warmth and closeness and the hand now carding through my hair. “What are we gonna do?”

“We is right,” he said hoarsely, kissing my temple. “And we will go over to Mal’s and have a talk with the girls.”

“Okay.”

He was quiet then, and I almost nodded off.

“I know things,” he whispered.

“What things?” I asked, not opening my eyes, happy to still try and doze with him talking to me.

“Well, for example, I know you love me, you love my girls, you love my dog, and you love my house.”

I stayed quiet, though now I was wide awake.

“Right? Don’t you? Love all those things?”

I knew what he was asking. “Yes,” I said honestly, because this was us, together, in my bed. We had no more time for lies on either side.

“Hey.”

Leaning away from him, I opened my eyes so I could see him. The smile was gone; he was dead serious now.

“I told Lydia I couldn’t marry her today, and the only reason for that is because it turns out you can’t choose when you’re going to fall in love.”

“No, you can’t,” I agreed wholeheartedly.

“And just so we’re clear, I am totally and completely in love with you.”

The words took me a second to process because they were big and life-changing, and I’d never heard them before. “Oh, yeah?” I said, feeling the happiness spread slowly over me, infusing every cell in my body, filling me up and making me smile like an idiot. “You love me?”

He nodded.

“A lot?”

“Yes.”

“Like you’d marry me?”

“I would.”

I pounced on him, clutching him in my arms and burying my face in his shoulder as I squeezed the life out of him.

“You knew we were supposed to be together,” he prodded, and I could hear the need in his voice. “Didn’t you?”