“I-I’m yours,” I panted. “Calvin—!”
“Touch yourself. Come on your hand.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I reached down, stroked my cock quickly, and cried out a hell of a lot louder than I intended when I finally was able to come. Calvin gripped me in his arms, shoving in hard a few more times against my tightening muscles before I felt his orgasm rip through his body.
“Holy shit,” I swore, wincing as Calvin pulled out. I turned so I could lean back against the wall for support.
Calvin raised my hand, licking my fingers clean.
I smiled weakly when he looked at me after finishing. “Welcome home.”
He laughed. “Yeah. One second.” Calvin went to the bathroom to toss out the condom.
Legs shaky and uncoordinated as my body still hummed with postsex bliss, I managed to get to the bed and collapse on my back. I tilted my head to watch Calvin walk across the room. He joined me, sliding up against me and putting his head on my chest.
“I’m sorry about what I said.”
“Hmm? What did you say that was bad?”
“That you belong to me.” Calvin lifted his head to stare at me. “You’re not an object. You don’t belong to anyone.”
“Oh. Hey, come on, sexy talk in the moment. I know what you mean. You belong to me too, in that ‘you’re-not-a-possession’ kind of way.”
Calvin sort of smiled, like he was unsure. “I want to be a good partner for you.”
“You are,” I said. “You’re—my knight, remember? What’s wrong?”
Calvin put his hand on my chest, rubbing gently. There was a struggle going on, one I could see in his eyes. “I’m not in any position to complain about your ex.”
“Neil?”
He looked down, tracing abstract shapes across my skin. “Considering the sort of unorthodox way we ended up together, it seems cruel of me.”
“What happened, Calvin?”
“Nothing—very little,” he corrected. “Except that he’s not over you.”
That was a surprise to me. Which maybe was cruel of me as well to think. But after meeting Calvin, it had become apparent to me that I had fallen out of love—at least what I had thought was love—with Neil a long time ago. We had been going through the motions, nothing more. What happened, happened. I couldn’t and wouldn’t change the decisions I’d made in December.
I put my hand on Calvin’s cheek, caressing his strong features with my thumb. “Did he say something to you?”
“No. He didn’t have to say anything.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t believe he was the forensic guy sent, of all possible people. It didn’t turn into some kind of pissing contest, did it? I know I’m all that and a bag of chips, but no need to mark territory.”
Calvin snorted. “Funny.”
“I’m a bag of expired chips. Stale and kind of funky.”
Calvin rolled his eyes. “I kept it in my pants.”
“Until you got home. Not complaining. That was fucking amazing.” I stroked Calvin’s cheek some more, touching my fingertip to individual freckles. “I only mean… I’m sorry I made your job uncomfortable. And I’m sorry that Neil hasn’t found closure, but I don’t regret choosing you. Not for a minute.”
Calvin finally smiled honestly.
“You don’t hide me from the world, and that matters. Neil liked having a boyfriend so long as there was no trouble and no drama. Maybe in love with the idea of a boyfriend—not the actual person.”
“Did you really feel that way?”
