Patchwork (Ink Slingers #3)

by K.M. Neuhold

“Why waste a cock like that bottoming?” is something I’ve heard a hundred times. It’s not that I mind topping, I just don’t prefer it. Whether that’s a waste of my dick or not, I don’t really care. I just want to be filled and pounded and fucking owned. “Goddamn,” he purrs, stroking himself a little faster. “A big cock like that is going to look so fucking good slapping against your belly while I fuck you.” A needy tremor rocks me.

“Tell them I’m obsessed with you and as soon as they let me off the tour bus, I got in my car and drove straight here to break into your house, and now I’m refusing to leave,” I murmur, kissing him again.

“Alright, then tell them I’m here to convince you to marry me and let me stay in Fall Crosse forever, drinking coffee and writing wonderfully peaceful songs about lazy mornings and delicious frittatas.”

That we’ve been falling in love one fleeting encounter at a time for years and that I’m here because the life I thought I wanted feels empty? That the only time I’m happy is when we’re together?

I want to make this work, Onyx. I want you in my life, as my partner.”