“Jesus, I’m already close,” I moan. My balls tighten and the familiar tingling sensation swirls in the base of my spine.
“Me too, baby. Give it to me,” Gavin begs, digging his heels into the mattress to counter each one of my thrusts with one of his own.
I move faster, the slick moisture from our cocks giving just enough lubrication to keep the friction on this side of painful. It’s glorious, like discovering something new and amazing and coming home at the same time. My breath is coming hard and fast, matching Gavin’s heavy gasps. His eyes glaze over and his body stiffens, his mouth opening in a silent scream.
Then, he shouts, loud and uninhibited. “Oh god, oh god, yes! Fuck, Mitch!”
Gavin’s release spurts out between us, hot and thick and filling the air with the scent of sex. I watch his gorgeous face contort with ecstasy and it tips me over the edge.
“Fuck, Gav. So fucking good. You’re so goddamn perfect.” Sparks explode behind my eyelids, shorting out my brain as sweat drips down my temple. I feel Gavin shudder and it sends me flying. “Uuuhhh!”
Cum erupts from my cock, joining Gavin’s, wet and slick between our bodies as I stroke myself to completion. I let out a final gasp before collapsing on top of him, sated and exhausted and feeling better than I have in weeks even though my chest burns like hell.
Gavin’s eyes flutter open and he starts to speak, the bliss on his face replaced by the demand for answers.
“Wait.” I hold up a finger. “Let me clean us up.”
After grabbing my shirt off the floor and doing my best to wipe up the mess, I open the bedroom door and listen for voices. Not hearing anything I close it again and shoot a text to Sasha.
Me —Sorry. Did you leave?
She responds almost immediately.
Sasha —No worries. I made Lex and that ass Grant take me to my hotel.
I cringe, forgetting that Sasha came all this way to see me.
Me —We’ll do dinner tonight to make up for it. My treat?
Sasha —You bet! Say high to your sexy man, stud.
I laugh and toss the phone on the floor.
“What’s so funny?” Gavin asks from his sex coma. I scoot under the covers, curling up behind him.
“Nothing,” I whisper into his hair. “Nothing at all.”
Gavin
“Mitch, what happened down there with you and Halifax?”
The length of Mitch’s body stiffens behind me, the muscles in his arms tensing up around my waist as if preparing for a fight.
I wriggle out of his hold, rolling over until we’re face to face. My hand finds its way to his cheek, gently drifting down the rough stubble to his neck. Continuing my journey, I choke with emotion when I reach his chest.
“Jesus, Mitch,” my voice is thick and slurred. “You almost died.” A single fingertip traces the four-inch scar to the left of his heart. “I—” My mouth opens, but there are no words. Emotion burns my eyes and the scorch of hot tears slide down my face. “Fuck.”
“Don’t cry, baby,” Mitch croons. He wipes the moisture away with his thumbs before pulling me to his chest. My arms tighten around his torso, the torso of a man who nearly died for me. I appreciate the sound of his heart, vital and strong beneath my ear.
Mitch slides his fingers through my hair and down my back, offering comfort when all I really need is the knowledge that he’s alive. And that he’s mine. Words fill my throat, struggling to burst free. I’ve never said them before, never wanted to say them. Now, it seems as if I have no choice.
When they come, they come easily. Easier than I ever thought possible.
“I love you, Mitch.”
The hands on my skin freeze and I hear Mitch’s steady heartbeat flutter. I lift my head to look in his soft, grey eyes.
“I love you, Mitch,” I repeat, louder, more absolute this time. “I think I have for a while now.”