Then his hands were leaving me, and his cock was pressing against me for one agonizing moment before surging inside me, settling deep as we both let out almost pained groans.
It had been too long.
I couldn’t believe how much I missed having him inside of me.
The time apart, though, made us desperate, frantic for release.
So there was nothing slow or sweet once he was inside me.
He fucked me hard and fast, driving me up.
“Touch your clit for me,” he demanded, and it had no right to sound sexy in a congested voice, but there was no denying that it was.
My hands slipped between my thighs to work my clit as he used my hips to slam me back against him as he thrust into me over and over, faster and faster, driving me to that edge, then shoving me right over it.
I cried out my release.
He cursed out his.
And we both collapsed down onto the bed after, me on my stomach, him on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
“Listen to you. You can’t breathe,” I said, smiling over at him as he tried to even out his breathing, but his congestion was making it impossible.
“Hey, if this is how I go, that’s okay with me,” he said, smile sweet as he turned to look at me.
“Hey, Dezi,” I called a moment later, watching his profile as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Yeah?”
“I love you too,” I told him, knowing the words came off shaky and awkward. But they were the first time I’d ever said them. To anyone. Well, any human anyway.
He saved me from any further awkwardness by grabbing me and pulling me onto his chest.
“How could you not? I’m a fucking delight.”
He was.
“Hey, baby?” he called a while later, just when I felt like I was about to get some much-needed sleep.
“Yeah?”
“I kind of want more soup. Not your soup,” he rushed to add, sounding panicked at the very idea.
“I could kind of go for soup,” I agreed, folding up, then sliding off the bed, pulling my pants back up. “Any specific kind?”
“The whole menu sounds good,” he decided, nodding. “And maybe some ice cream. You know… for my sore throat,” he said, looking boyish as he said it.
“Yeah, sure, that’s why you want ice cream,” I said, rolling my eyes.
So then I dragged my post-orgasm-sated body into Navesink Bank and ordered enough soup and ice cream to feed an army.
Then spent the next few days in bed, eating it all with the man I never could have seen coming. The one I was never going to let go.
Dezi - 5 months
“Is vandalism really necessary for this?” Seth asked, exhaling hard as he looked up at me, already starting to break open the lock to the ladder.
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” I shot back.
“Why do I even need to be here?” he asked, finally realizing that this was really more of a one-man job.
“You’re the lookout.”
“And I need to come all the way up there to do that?” he asked, shaking his head at me. “Shouldn’t I keep my ass down here on the ground, so I can run and let you deal with the police when they come?”
“They’re not coming. That’s why we had to do this at one in the morning,” I insisted.
Well, that, and I needed it done by the time Theo got out of work sometime between two-thirty and three, depending on how much clean-up and side work there was to do.
I wasn’t really sure why she was still working at the bar. Since Frederick’s sudden ‘disappearance,’ Edmund had been forced to hire someone else to take over as his president. And who better to take that job than Theo, his only daughter, who had been studying the family business for months already?
So, yeah, she had a cushy new income. She sure as shit didn’t need to work long shifts at the bar anymore.
If I had to guess, I figured she was still there because Toll was finally back, and while he wouldn’t ever admit it, he needed a lot of help.
He’d needed help even before his most recent attack, and his recovery had been long and hard.
And Theo, even though it wasn’t logical, clearly felt guilty about that.
So, until Danny found a replacement for Theo, she was going to keep working there and helping out Toll’s stubborn ass.
“You know, you could have dragged Callow or Sutten, and they’d have no choice but to go with you.”
“And deprive myself of your company?” I asked, getting a snort out of him. “Come on. I need that backpack,” I reminded him as I looked down.
To that, he let out a deep sigh and followed me up the ladder that was enclosed because, well, we were going up high as fuck. Over the whole town, in fact.