at each other’s mouths like kissing was going to be outlawed.
He was about to call it and move on to the next portion of the festivities, his choice, going down on her, when she moaned a warning, needy, “Danny,” against his mouth.
All right.
He’d go down on her in the morning.
He rolled off, at the same time tearing her shorts and panties down her legs.
She went after his shorts as he went after a condom in his nightstand.
They were both naked and she had her mouth all over his chest and neck, her hands all over his stomach and nipples as he tore it open and rolled it on.
And then Evie…
Christ, his Evie…
He barely got the condom to the root, and she was up, swinging on to take a ride.
Mag couldn’t stop his smile.
He did stop her from taking over by angling up, ignoring the flash of pain in his shoulder, and grabbing her hips as he rolled them in the bed.
When he had her on her back with him on top, between her legs, he ran his hands over her ass, down the backs of her thighs, lifting her knees.
She dove between them and commandeered his cock.
There was humor in the thickness of his tone when he said, “Baby.”
“Hurry.”
“This isn’t a race,” he pointed out.
“It’s been a long time, Danny. A long time.”
Well then.
It was his job to take care of his woman.
And something like that needed to be taken care of immediately.
He took her mouth, wrapped his fingers around hers at his dick, and they both guided it where it needed to be.
Their hands moved away, and with a slow, smooth glide, he was seated deep in her tight sleek wet.
Good Christ.
Good Christ.
Yeah.
She was perfect.
His Evie, she fit like a glove.
In so many ways.
Mag slid his mouth to her ear and whispered, “You good?”
“Yeah,” she panted, her hands roaming his back, hot and urgent. “You?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Honey?” she called.
“Yeah?”
She turned her head and nipped his earlobe with her teeth, which sent a shiver down his neck and over his back before she begged, “Move.”
He smiled against the skin of her neck.
Then he moved.
He didn’t want it wild, and not because of his wound.
This was good. This was right. This was them.
The beginning of them.
He wanted them both to be present. He wanted them both to be aware. To fall into the experience in a way they’d remember it.
Evan had other ideas, he knew it when she jacked a long leg up high and pressed it tight to his side, wound her other leg around his ass, clamped on with both hands, also at his ass, and squeezed her demand.
She wanted it that way?
Mag was all about giving his girl what she wanted.
So, he let go and rode her wild, the forearm of his healthy side in the bed to hold some of his weight, his other hand between them to make certain she got there.
She got there, fuck, and it sounded almost as good as it felt, with her dragging her nails up his spine and moaning his name low and long, her pussy closing like a fist around his cock.
And all that meant she took him there, his world minimizing to his bed, his woman, their connection, groaning his orgasm into the skin of her neck.
When he came down, he heard her heavy breaths mingling with his labored ones, felt her cunt still spasming around his dick, and the fire in his shoulder made itself known.
This meant he rolled, keeping them connected, so she was on top, and the pain eased.
Her breath breezed across his throat, her hair had come out of its knot and was all over his face, and her little tits pressed against his chest felt almost as good as her pussy wrapped around his cock.
“You didn’t answer,” he told the dark ceiling, “so I will. It’s official. I’m your boyfriend.”
She was still a second before she giggled and tilted her head to press her nose against the underside of his jaw.
“Should I make you a plaque?” she asked.
“I’ll set it on my workstation,” he answered.
She giggled again.
He gave her ass a squeeze, lifted her off and rolled her to her back beside him.
He pressed a kiss to her chest before he rolled the other way, moved through the dark to the bathroom, dealt with the condom and switched on the lights. Blinking away the bright, he had the lights on only long enough to check his bandages to make sure there was no blood and