“Gonna come,” Mal managed to say around a moan. His mouth was slack, brow furrowed in gorgeous pleasure.
I tightened my grip on his cock and tried to fuck my cock impossibly deeper into his body. “Come on,” I encouraged. “Come on my cock, baby.”
Mal shoved his hips back hard, taking me so deep I gasped as my own pleasure swirled hot and overwhelming inside me. “You too,” he said. “Come with me.”
I gasped—it was like his words alone dragged me close to the edge. Mal collapsed so we were chest to chest, and I barely managed to keep my hand around his cock where it was pinned between us. I fucked into him, the motion rocking him forward so his cock rutted into my fist. Our lips met in a sloppy kiss—less a kiss and more an open-mouthed panting against each other—as my pleasure curled hotter and more urgent inside me.
Then, Mal gasped against my mouth and came hard; his hot release coated my hand and my chest, making a mess between us. As he came, he shivered and clenched around me, becoming somehow even tighter. It was all so much—the tight heat, the gorgeous sounds he made, and knowing that I was the one who made him feel that good. And who would get to make him feel this good forever.
The heat inside me coiled tight and then released, and I thrust deep inside him as my orgasm rocked me to my core. Pleasure flooded me from deep in my hips, rushing across my skin all the way to my fingertips and I cried out Mal’s name as I came.
It seemed to last forever, waves of pleasure washing over me as Mal and I caught our breath together.
With a sigh, Mal shifted just enough for me to pull out, but thankfully, he didn’t go anywhere. He just lay flat on top of me, his face pressed into the crook of my neck. I didn’t even care about the sticky mess between us. My joy and relief at having him close overwhelmed everything else.
“Mm,” Mal murmured.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him close to me, and kissed wherever I could reach on his face: his temple, forehead, the bridge of his nose. “Hmm what?”
His smile curved against my skin. “I love you.”
My heart flipped. “I love you, too.”
The words rolled off my tongue like they’d been there, waiting, since the first time we kissed. I knew all the way into the deepest parts of myself that I was never going to let him go.
26
Mal
“Wow,” I said dreamily, as I ran my hand down the muscled plane of Priest’s chest. “I need a shower. And maybe a nap.”
“We just woke up,” Priest said with a laugh. “You can’t need a nap yet.”
Sure, we’d woken up a little under an hour ago, but we’d spent that time having some athletic morning sex. My shoulder was finally healed enough that Priest didn’t feel like he needed to be extra careful, and we were more than enjoying our return to the rough, animalistic sex we both adored. It’d been a month since Priest and I had gotten our act together, and we were done wasting time. I didn’t officially live in his cabin, but it was close. My clothes were mixed into his laundry, my toothbrush on his countertop—and his things were dotted in my studio apartment, too. We spent every night together.
Life was good.
Better than good. Life was perfect. Better than I’d ever imagined it could be.
“So what?” I asked, stretching long in his bed. “Why not take a nap at nine in the morning? We’re not busy today.”
“Gotta get our act together for the barbeque this afternoon,” Priest said. “I’m on grill duty.”
“Don’t say that like you don’t demand to be on grill duty every time.” I poked him in the ribs, and Priest squawked and rolled away. “You’d pitch a fit if anyone else touched your beloved grill.”
“All right, maybe that’s true,” Priest said with a grin. “What can I say? I simply want the best for our club. And the food’s the best when I grill it.”
“They’re lucky to have you,” I said. “So thoughtful.”
Priest tugged me into his arms. “I’m lucky to have them,” he said. “And you.”
My heart swelled as Priest drew me into a lazy, languid kiss. “You’re so sentimental,” I murmured.
“Can’t help it,” Priest said, smiling against my mouth. “Guess love makes me cheesy.”