He kisses me back, his hips rocking up to meet each of my thrusts. Bracing myself on my elbows, I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging on the strands.
I’m trying like hell to hold out, but with each roll of his hips, every whimper that spills from his lips, and each time he digs his nails into my skin, he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
His back arches, pressing his chest into mine. Our sweat-slicked skin slides together as moans and whimpers almost overtake our kissing.
Turning his head with a loud cry, his hands slide up my back. “I’m so close.”
“Me too, baby boy.” I lift myself just enough to get a hand between us, and the second I close it around Arlo’s cock, he chokes on his breath, arching as his hole contracts around me and cum shoots out over my fingers.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Oh God.”
His orgasm sets off mine, and I drop my head, burying my face in his throat. Panting against his damp skin, I grind deeper into him, my body tingling as I shoot rope after rope of cum.
A few seconds later, all his muscles relax, and he slumps against the bed.
“I’m so fucking in love with you too,” he whispers, still trying to catch his breath. “Thank you.”
That makes me grin. “For what, baby boy? Sex?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t answer, so I raise myself up so I can make eye contact with him.
“For loving me,” he says the second my gaze connects with his. “For showing me that love. For making sure I believe it.”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life doing that.” I drop a soft kiss to his lips. “I promise. Gonna marry you and raise these kids together and spend a hundred more days like this.”
Arlo laughs quietly. It sounds more disbelieving than anything else, though. “You’re still going on about marriage?”
“Uh, yes.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “And I’m gonna keep going on about it until we have matching rings on our fingers.”
“You’re really that sure about us and our future?”
I cock my head. “Aren’t you?”
He seems to think about that for a second before a sweet smile crosses his lips. “Yeah, actually, I am.”
Sweet fucking relief. I brush my lips over his. “Let’s get cleaned up, baby boy, and I’ll take you out for lunch.”
Arlo sighs. “Sounds perfect.”
It sure fucking does.
Chapter 31
Arlo
Jasperreachesacrossthemiddle seat, taking my hand in his. “I want to take you and the kids out to dinner tonight.”
I turn sideways to look at him. “Oh?”
He grins. “Yeah, I was thinking we could go into Graymont. They have a really nice steakhouse. It’s been a while since we’ve been on a date.”
Raising my eyebrows, I cock my head. “You literally took me to lunch last week.”
“Arlo.” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “That was hardly a date. It was just lunch.”
“And a date involves the kids?”
The smile that spreads over his face has my heart beating double time. “Yes. A family date. First time treating my little family to a special dinner.”
