“Like we’re one,” I responded with an accompanying moan. “Like nothing could ever break us apart.”
“What do you think could?”
I stilled.
I didn’t want to tell him, not right now.
But Byron wasn’t about to let me get away with anything. He rolled his hips beneath me, and his cock hit the bundle of nerves tucked up into that hard-to-reach corner of my pussy.
“I have a secret,” I managed to confess, though his actions were causing reactions within my body that threatened to throw me over the edge.
“What kind of secret?” He bent down and drew one of my nipples into his mouth.
I dug my fingers into his hair. I tried to lose myself in the sensations he was giving me. “The kind that made Tate angry.”
He released my nipple, and it hardened to a painful point when the air hit it. “Does he have a right to be?”
“No. Disappointed, maybe, but…” I couldn’t finish the sentence if I didn’t want to cry.
Byron noticed just as he always noticed everything about me, and he swallowed my sobs with his kisses as he resumed his gentle fucking. His blue eyes were so heavy with desire as he kept a hold of my hips and moved with me.
Byron gritted his teeth and groaned with me as I orgasmed. “Yes, good girl.” He pulled me back up and turned me around. His chest pressed against my back when he pulled me back down onto his cock. “Whatever’s going on between you two is only a bump in the road. You love each other too much to let it pull you apart.”
“But the things he said, Byron. They were horrible.”
“Then scream at him, fight with him, and sort it out. But find a way to understand each other. No great love is without its issues, but all great loves endure.”
The sound of our bodies slamming together nearly overpowered Byron’s words, but they still sunk in. He was right. Avoiding Tate wasn’t the answer.
One of Byron’s hands slid up my body to cup my breast. “I want to come, Lou.” He slid a finger down to my clit. “Come with me.”
I felt every inch of him within me as my body squeezed him tight.
His lips and tongue slid over my neck. His fingers squeezed my boob and plucked at my nipple. “Yes. Yes, honey, that’s it. Come. Come.”
The feeling of his teeth against my skin and his fingers rubbing relentless circles on my clit sent me over the edge, and we both cried out together.
Byron pulled me down to the bed with him as our bodies became listless, and he spooned with me.
Turning my head, I placed a kiss against his throat. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Byron kissed my forehead. “Will you take my advice and hash it out with Tate?”
“I’ll try. But not tonight. I don’t want to ruin the pantomime, which I should be getting ready for.” Instead, I snuggled further into Byron, and we both chuckled.
“Take your time.”
“I will.”
I felt him stroking my hair. God, that was the most dangerous thing to do. It was bound to send me to sleep after the day’s activities. Although, I simply couldn’t bring myself to leave Byron’s embrace.
“Hey, Lou, wake up. Wake up.”
Ah, so it had happened. I’d fallen asleep, and so had Byron, from the way it sounded. I could hear his soft snores close to my ear as I cracked my eyes open and saw Jack kneeling beside me.
He smiled that beautiful smile at me, and I stroked his beard. “Hi.”
“Hey, I can see you had fun here, but we don’t want to miss the show.” He held up my gold foil sweater. “Is this what you’re wearing?”