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“What do you say, bug? Can we make this work?” “We always could.” I grit my teeth so I don’t do something annoying like cry. Again. I’m so sick of crying. “I love you too. I love you so much it might kill me.”
“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. I can’t believe you finally caught up.”
“Thank you for waiting for me,” he whispers. “I’m going to spend forever proving I was worth it.” Derek doesn’t need to though. “Dare-bear, I’ve always known.”
I land on top of him, all warm skin against mine, and the contact is so sudden after months without that I hold him against me for a moment while it sinks in. “Kiss me,” he begs, voice already raspy. I lean down and touch my lips to his.
I’m lying between his thighs, his legs bracketing my hips, and the tiny thrust he gives as he drags his hard length over my skin is intoxicating. “Missed you,” he whispers. “Missed you so much.”
“We’ll be doing that again tonight, but I think right now, I really want you to fuck me.” “Really?” “Only if you want to.” Heat flares in his gorgeous gray eyes. “Show me how.”
if he’s asking me to show him, it means he wants to know what I need. What I like. Thankfully, we have plenty of time to work that out together.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me. I want to watch you come.” He exhales through his nose, loud and full of want. “How—”
“How do we … be close while we do this?” “Close?” Determination sets his expression, and he nods. “I want to feel you all around me. Smothering me. The only thing I want to taste, feel, smell, see while I’m inside you is you.”
“Kiss me.” His begging tone can get me to do anything. I bring our lips together as I position my ass over the blunt head of his cock and slowly push down onto it. Xander’s hands snap to my hips as he lets out a strangled cry, tilting his hips up to fill me faster.
“How is anyone supposed to have a preference?” he asks, eyes glazed. “Inside you, you inside me.” His lips brush mine. “It’s all so amazing.”
“Fuck.” His fingers dig in as his head drops back. “You’re going to make me lose it.” “Then lose it. I want to feel you let go.” Xander grunts, canting his hips again, almost like he’s testing me. The faster he builds confidence, the easier it is for us to get into a rhythm, and it doesn’t take long for him to be thrusting up into me as I ride him.
He’s straining to last—I can tell in the way he’s panting, how his limbs are shaking with the effort. I’m trying to get to the edge quickly, but I need more. I reach for one of his hands and wrap it around my cock. “Touch me, baby. Get me off.”
“Come on me,” he says. “Mark me as yours.”
groan through my orgasm, Xander milking my cum onto his chest as he presses his hips to my ass and stills. His eyes roll back as he comes, and it’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“That was a great welcome home. I don’t think I’m going to be able to have sex for a month.”
“What if I get really clingy and needy? What if I have five panic attacks every day? What if I lash out at you and be an asshole because I’m overwhelmed and don’t know how else to handle it?” “Then I’ll feel grateful that I’m your safe space and be clear about setting any boundaries I need to.” He strokes my hair.
“But you need to be okay with me saying I don’t like something without assuming it means I want to leave you. Does that make sense?”
“If I promise to try and be mature about this, can you promise to not assume that I know what I’m doing or how to be the perfect boyfriend? I’m going to fuck up, and I’ll probably push you away. It’s not because I want to, but it’s the only thing I’ve ever known.”
My hard limits are abuse and cheating. I’m here to work through everything else.” I snuggle closer. “Then so am I.”
“You know what you’re saying? That you want to buy a place, with me, and that once it’s built … moving in with me would mean moving out of Bertha. You understand that, don’t you?”
A headache builds behind one eye as I realize I’m going to have to be the one making the hard choices here.
“Maybe a pool,” Derek continues, raising our joined hands to point. “And then there’s plenty of room for the second house to go there.” I nod along with his vision, and it takes me a moment to process it. “Second … house?”
“Yeah. Or we make the main house big enough for all of us—I’m easy either way. I know Molly wants lots of kids, and you’re not a big child person, so the two houses might be …” He trails off. “Are you okay?”
“They’re yours,” he whispers. “So they’re mine. Did you really think I’d be
okay with you moving all the way out here without them?” “You … you want them here?”
“It wouldn’t be the same without them. I thought this would make you happy … you look ...
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“Of course I’m about to cry. I was so scared to leave them. Do you mean it?” Then, a horrible thought h...
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“I brought Seven here yesterday. I knew they’d be on board, but I wanted to make sure of it before I mentioned it to you.” “And he said yes?” His lips hitch. “Got as choked up as you have.”
This is going to be your home, where you can be soft and stop fighting.
My forever home. With my forever man. The one I’ll propose to tonight when everyone leaves. The one who I know will say yes.
“Seven took Dad out to dinner last night.” I try not to give myself away. “Oh, really?” “Without me. Alone. Just those two.” “Right.” “I snooped and found a ring,” he says quickly. “Molly!” “I couldn’t not look. And technically, Will found it first, not me, so blame him.”
“Hopefully, he proposes soon, then,” I say, knowing full well he’s planning to do it tonight too. We went shopping together for the rings and everything. “You’re shit at keeping secrets from him.” “I’ll keep this one.”
Derek’s warm, reassuring kiss finds my forehead. My eyes drift closed, and I lean into the feeling, grounded in this one single moment where everything almost feels too much, but he’s got me. He’s here. He always will be. “I think it’s finally sinking in how loved you are.” “Yeah …” It’s a confusing feeling. “Maybe.”
