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I needed to be closer.
I slammed my fist against the shower handle and ignored his protest as I took a few quick steps out — my hand made a streak across the steamed mirror as I bent him over the sink. I could see us in the reflection; my body covered in dark tattoos, muscles rippling — his eyes wide, pupils blown, hair clinging to his pale skin.
Fuck.
It let me look down between us so I could watch my cock disappear into his body — it let me see the way his eyes rolled back, and his hand dropped to his stomach to stroke himself in time with my thrusts.
“Look at us,” I growled the words in his ear and tangled my fingers in his hair to keep his head up. “Look how we fit.”
“Fu…” He started and then gasped when I dropped my hand down and squeezed his fingers around his cock. I used our joined hands to stroke him faster, and he moaned. “I see it. Fuck… fuck, I see it. I, ah —”
Clay’s expression was wild, his eyes wide, and I saw the flush spreading across his back, his chest, along his cheeks as his cock started to throb and pulse in our entwined grip. He came hard, and his gaze connected with mine through the mirror.
It seemed impossible for me not to use my hand in his hair to twist his head, to finally bring his face to mine so I could tell him the one thing I’d known all along.
The one thing I should have said from the first moment I saw him.
“I love you, Clay.”
His eyes widened, and his entire body clenched. The feel of his ass squeezing around me was almost too much — my balls felt tight, and the pressure of his pleasure as I pounded into him was nearly enough to make me completely lose myself. The orgasm that had been quelling seemed to surge up again, and I felt his body try to give more — to give me everything as he gasped out a response.
“I love you, too. Fuck, Jayce, I love you. I think I always have.”
It wasn’t the pressure — it wasn’t the feel of his ass squeezing me like he meant to never let go. It wasn’t even his expression, so blissed out and raw for the first time, open to me.
It was those words.
Those words pushed me over the edge, and I let go of his hair to grab his hips with both hands as I pistoned into him hard enough that he had to smack his palms against the mirror to keep himself steady. I came with a shout, with his name on my tongue, and I knew that it wasn’t enough. I wanted to paint every part of his body with my marks, my cum, my name… and it still wouldn’t be enough.
It would never be enough.
I would want him every day for the rest of my life.This life, the next life. Every life.
I would love him forever.
And from the way he twisted in my arms as soon as I let him go, the way he pressed against me and took my mouth with his… I knew Clay felt the same way.
Epilogue
Clay - Six Months Later
The music playing through Jayce’s phone was barely loud enough for me to hear over the sound of his low growl when he thrust into me. It was soft, lazy, like we had the rest of forever for him to fuck me slowly. As far as I was concerned, we did. We’d made it through the worst of it — we were in another country, as far away from the Holden family connections and my former bosses as we could get. Our trackers were in pieces — Jayce and I had matching scars where we’d cut them out — and with a little help from Rhys, we’d secured passports under new names. We were living new lives, and we were together.
It was just us.
Us and the feel of him slowly bringing me to the edge of orgasm — if Jayce was good at anything, it was reading my body. He knew exactly how close he could push me before I completely lost control, and it felt like he’d been getting me right there for hours and then backing off.
“If you don’t fuck me like you mean it, I’m going to tie you to this bed and make you cry.” I hissed as I arched my back, my body begging in complete opposition to my scathing words.
I felt him grin against the sweaty skin of my neck, but he gave in. His hips snapped hard enough to knock the breath from my chest, and his hand circled to take hold of my cock. He pumped me hard, fast, in perfect time with the sound of him pounding into me. I wanted to fly apart, I could feel my entire body tensing to do just that, but I managed to hold on until his hips stuttered, until a low growl ripped from his chest…
Until I felt the heat of it as he came inside me.
I only let go after that, when his mouth latched over my pulse and I felt him suck on my skin hard enough to leave a bruise. I shattered, knowing Jayce’s arms around me would keep me from ever breaking apart.
He fucked me through my orgasm, and I was hazy as he pulled us both up and half carried, half dragged me to the shower.
I was quiet as he washed my hair, carefully cleaned my body. His lips were warm where they brushed against my skin, leaving little sweeps of sweetness on all the places he’d marked with teeth and hands.
