“Fuck,” he curses, rolling his hips more insistently. His own arousal is obvious, pressing against the front of his pants. “Let’s go home, Connor. Please.”
The urgency in his voice sends a thrill through me. Home. As if we already share one. As if it’s already decided.
“Home?” I repeat, needing to be sure.
Noah nods, his eyes clearing slightly as he realizes what he’s said.
“Yes,” he says, more firmly this time. “Let’s go look at apartments today. Or tomorrow. Soon.” He’s babbling slightly, his words coming faster. “Let’s find a place. For us. For Pumpkin.”
My heart feels like it might burst from my chest, too full of emotion to hold.
Then he kisses me once more, quick, before sliding awkwardly back into the passenger seat. I immediately miss his weight, the heat of him against me.
“Drive,” he orders, fastening his seat belt with slightly shaky hands. “Get us back to the city before I decide to risk public indecency charges.”
I grin, putting the car in drive and pulling back onto the empty road.
The rising sun casts everything in gold—the trees, the fields, Noah’s profile as he gazes out at the landscape passingby. His hand finds mine on the center console, our fingers interlacing automatically, like we’ve been doing this for years.
“I love you,” I say, because I can. Because the words feel too big to keep inside.
Noah turns to look at me, his smile soft and private.
“I love you too,” he says, squeezing my hand.
EPILOGUE
A year and a half later
I. Connor
Iwatch, mesmerized, as my cock disappears into Noah’s body, sliding in and out of him with a slick urgency that makes my brain short-circuit. The light streaming through our kitchen window catches on the sweat beading across his chest, turning his skin golden.
Noah Caldwell—my boyfriend of a year and a half, the man who somehow started as my fake date and became the center of my entire universe—is spread out across our kitchen island, one leg hooked over my hip, the other dangling off the edge, completely gone for me.
“Fuck, Connor,” he gasps, his fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “Right there, don’t stop.”
As if I could. As if there’s any force in the universe that could make me stop when he’s looking at me like that—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed that perfect shade of pink that still makes my stomach flip even after all this time.
I grip his thigh tighter, pushing it higher, opening him up more. The change in angle makes Noah’s back arch off the cool granite, a broken moan tearing from his throat.
God, I love that sound. Love knowing I’m the one who pulls it from him.
“Careful,” I warn him, though I sound like I’m barely holding it together myself. “Your parents will be here any minute.”
Noah laughs—a breathless, desperate sound that cuts off with a gasp when I thrust harder.
“Then maybe—ah!—maybe you shouldn’t have started this?”
I lean down, sucking his nipple into my mouth. “You bent over to get the cake out of the fridge,” I murmur against his skin. “In those jeans. What did you expect me to do?”
The jeans in question are currently crumpled on our kitchen floor, along with his T-shirt and my shirt.
I’d just gotten home from a night shift, exhausted and planning to shower before Noah’s family arrived for his birthday celebration. But then Noah was there, beautiful and perfect in the afternoon light, and when he leaned into the fridge, the curve of his ass in those tight jeans demolished whatever resolve I had.
Now we’re here—Noah spread out on the kitchen island where we’re supposed to plate food in less than an hour, and me fucking into him like a man possessed, the slick sound of skin on skin filling our house.
If we had more time, I’d worship him properly. Start by spreading him out on our bed, burying my face between his legs until he’s sobbing my name. I’d take him apart with my tongue first, licking into him until he’s slick and open, until he’s begging me to fuck him. Then I’d wrap my lips around his cock, suck him slow and deep while my fingers work him open. Maybe I’d fuck his mouth next, watch those perfect lips stretch around me.
