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Like a long-term fuck buddy. I’m pretty sure that’s a boyfriend, idiot.
They just don’t realize it’s Theo Virgil breaking up with Isaac Goode.
The hunger. The sensation. The power. It’s all so intoxicating. I want to drown in this kiss. Bury me now because it’s enough to kill me.
Then, just before the doors close, Jensen shoves his hand in to stop them. Bursting into the elevator, he says, “Just one more.” Taking my face in his hands, he kisses me hard again, and I grin like a fool against his mouth. Oh yeah, I’m fucked.
Oh how I'm loving this 😍😍😍
He’s like a drug I can’t get enough of.
I’m still a fan. I still scream the words of his songs and cheer for him after each one. Only now, I do it with the taste of him on my lips.
“I’m showing you how good I’m going to take care of you,” he replies. “I want you to be mine.”
But then he growls in my ear and says, “Now be a good boy and come for me.”
There’s a dynamic between us I’ve never had before, and I’m intrigued by it. He’s so dominant and possessive, and I actually like it. I want him to own me, control me, take care of me, brand me. I want to be his.
He is sex and sin incarnate. All of my temptations wrapped up into one. Theo Virgil will be my downfall and my destruction, and right now, I welcome it. Let me burn in the fires of hell forever for that mouth of his. I won’t regret a thing.
“You really are going to take care of me, aren’t you?” he asks. Leaning over, I press my lips to his forehead before picking up the room service menu. “Always.”
Now, there is nothing between us. No secrets. No boundaries. Jensen has full access to my heart, and I pray he keeps his word and doesn’t break it.
And you know…I don’t fucking hate it. Jensen Miles looks good in my house. He looks good in my life.
He’s worshipping my body like he finds it exquisite. Like I’m a work of art. Like he loves every inch.
“I could worship this cock all night,” he says after pulling his mouth away. Those words send a shot of heat down my spine.
We are a mingled, sensual mix of sex, desire and pleasure.
“Yes, God, please,” I shout. “Don’t scream for God, Isaac. Scream for me,” he mutters in my ear.
Everything about what we just did is like a song—sung in perfect harmony.
The chorus plays again and I realize in that serene moment that I’m falling in love with him. It’s still so early, but I’ve never felt this way before.
Call me a fool, but I think I’m falling in love with Jensen Miles.
“You are mine, and I am yours. We were official the moment I laid eyes on you that night in Phoenix.”
It should be a crime to be needed by Isaac Goode. He’s been hurt by those who he needed before, and I am a monster for being the man he needs now. But I can’t help it.
“Can I watch you? Will you stroke it for me?” he asks in a low, sultry tone. “Haven’t you figured it out by now?” I ask as I reach for my cock. Giving it a lazy stroke, I add, “I’ll do anything you want.” He breathes loudly. “That’s my good boy.”
“Fuck, you are so hot,” he mutters. “And you’re all fucking mine, aren’t you? My good boy.”
“Come for me, Isaac. Come for your daddy.”
That’s it. That does the trick. He just played the daddy card.
Jensen might be an enigma to me still, but it’s the subtle darkness hidden deep inside that scares me most of all.
But I’m convinced that if I hold him tight enough and love him hard enough, I can scare all that darkness away.
“Well, this song…is about that. This is for you. You know who you are.”
Oh my fucking heart 😭😭🥹🥹🤭🤭
Leave it to Theo Virgil to confess his love in the most dramatic and grand way possible.
He is mine, and as long as I am alive, I will keep him. Not Theo Virgil, but Isaac Goode, the young, carefree, and sometimes adorably obnoxious love of my life.
“Mine,” I mutter possessively as I slam the rest of the way in.
Reaching up, he strokes my hair as he softly mumbles, “I love you.”
Smiling, I kiss his lips again. “I love you, too.”
“This is crazy, right?” he asks. “We’ve only known each other a little over a month. Does it ...
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My arms squeeze around him affectionately. “Babe, you’re a country music star and I’m a preacher....
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This is not a tragedy. It’s not even the easy way out. This is mercy.
Noooo I'm fucking crying 😭😭😭
When it feels truly quiet in my mind, I close my eyes. And I pray.
And I'm really fucking crying now
What I do have are my three brothers here on the worst day of my life.
Jensen is my soul mate. And I’ll wait forever if he needs me to.
I chuckle into the mic and they cheer some more. “So…now that we’ve gotten that out of the way…” They laugh and I eat it up. “Y’all ready to hear this song?” More applause. Then I do what I do every night. As I start to strum the guitar to the familiar tune of his song, I whisper into the mic, “This is for you. You know who you are.”
He holds me against him as he mumbles in my ear, “Who takes care of you?” With a wicked grin, I reply, “You, Daddy.” Laughing, he holds me tighter. “That’s fuckin’ right.”
Fearless, shameless, proud, uninhibited love. Regardless of gender, age or background. Just love.
He slips a gold band on my ring finger as he looks up into my eyes and winks. The inscription around the band reads: This is for you. You know who you are.
Oh my soul 😭🥹
My hand winds around the front of Isaac’s throat as I mutter with my lips against his, “Now, be a good boy and get your daddy’s cock out.”
“What my husband wants, my husband gets,” I reply with a smile.
His breath tickles my neck as he whispers, “Thank you for loving me.”
With my lips against the side of his head, I whisper, “You don’t have to thank me. I’ll love you until the day I die, Isaac Goode.”
With that, we drive away from the church that started it all, the rainbow flag flying proudly over the door.
