He’s mine.
Even before today, there’s no denying that Tanner Holiday is mine.
And it’s time to show him how much Iappreciatethat…
TANNER
I’m naked,panting as Deacon’s beard tickles the inside of my thigh, my entire body worn out from the way he brought me to the edge over and over before sucking my cock so hard I blacked out for a second, his name a silent scream as I came harder than I ever have.
It was a hell of a thank you.
My cheeks flush at the way he’d felt in my mouth, his erection heavy on my tongue as I licked and teased him, learning and memorizing every moan and gasp until I had him coming down my throat.
It might have been the adrenaline still coursing through me after my visit with the Thayers, but it’d felt natural to pleasurehim, to want to pull those sounds from his lips and make him lose control.
And he had.
I hadn’t pulled back when he told me he was close because I wanted all of him. There was a feral look in his eyes when I’d swallowed him down. It felt like a moment suspended in time, but then he’d hauled me to my feet and attacked my mouth with his, leading us to his bedroom where my orgasm obliterated my senses before putting me more completely back together.
“You wanna talk about what made you want to come here and suck my dick like a porn star?” Deacon deadpans as he drops onto the bed next to me.
I bark out a tired laugh, shoving his shoulder and making him snicker. “I did not.”
“Maybe you blacked out during it because it was a hell of a performance.”
“Well, I definitely blacked out when I came so there’s that.”
His expression is wolfish, his lips swollen from dragging up and down my cock, and I shiver, a flash of desire heating the blood in my veins even though I couldn’t move right now if I tried.
“I’ll take the compliment.”
“You should.” Pausing, he brushes his hand over my cheek and I lean into his touch, his strong arm hooking around my waist.
He pulls me onto my side, and I drape my leg over him, unfazed that my softened length is pressed against his thigh.
“What happened today?” he murmurs, his fingertips dragging up and down my spine.
It feels so good to be held.
Adored.
Loved.
Maybe not loved by Deacon, not yet, but the Thayers had given theirs unconditionally, and it had healed pieces of my fractured heart I didn’t realize had been broken.
“I talked to my mom.” He’s quiet, his arm tightening around me more of a reassurance than if he’d spoken. “The divorce was hard on them but we were okay, and then I came out and my father basically checked out. My mom is distant but we keep up appearances.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’ve had a really hard time coming to grips with who I am. I’m not embarrassed or afraid, but there’s been this emptiness that the love from everyone here and therapy couldn’t fix. Today, after I talked to my mom, I realized what was missing.”
“What happened?”
“I showed up on Flora and Vincent Thayer’s doorstep.” Tilting my face up toward his, I let myself get lost in the warm brown of his eyes.
“They’re good people.”
“They are. I told them we’re dating and they’re excited for us—excited I’m happy.”
