Page 105 of My Unfinished Heart

I kiss him with growing intensity, finally moving him onto the bed. He pushes at the waistband of my jeans, and I get the hint. “Yours, too. Please.”

He slides off his white shorts, taking his underwear with them. I do the same, stripping naked for him. As soon as I’m undressed, he takes me over, urging me onto my back as his lean thighs straddle my hips. I rest my hands on them, feeling the lines of his quadriceps, the soft hair.

He stares down at me, and I remember the last time we were like this so powerfully, I come as close as I’ve ever come to letting out a sob of relief. From me, it just comes out as a grunt.

He kisses me with the same overwhelming passion I felt earlier, but this time he pours it into me. Once he’s taken all my breath away, he slides himself down my body, not stopping until my dick is in his mouth.

“Holy shit, angel.”

His mouth slides off my cock, and he gives me a look I can’t interpret. “We’re gonna get some things off our chests tonight, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” I’d agree to walk to Canada if he asked.

“Who sucks you better?”

“Oh, shit,” I say as he wraps his mouth around my cock again. “Fuck…you do.”

No fucking contest.

He locks gazes with me and gives me a thumbs up, like I passed this round. My cock rubs back and forth over his tongue as he proves me right over and over again. Then he swallows, working his lips further and further down my shaft. I feel myself hit the back of his throat and still, he swallows again. His nose meets my pubic bone, and he inhales deeply before pulling off with a gasp. Saliva covers his mouth and chin, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I grab my dick, choking off the almost overwhelming surge. I nearly come.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, still breathing heavy as he notices the way I’m clenched tight to hold myself back. “Is that fast for you?” he asks.

“Yes,” I manage to whisper. “Very.”

Then he hits me with, “Why girls?”

Now is not the time to discuss Liam. God willing, I’ll never have to. I stick with answering the question because it’s not like I haven’t had to deal with defending my bisexuality to Liam twenty times, too.

“I mean, I don’t know. Because they’re around. My friends were always straight⁠—”

“West’s not straight.”

I grimace. “Yeah well, I found that out about the same time you did.”

“You’re not mad at him are you?”

I glare up at Tristan and let my cock go, no longer in any danger of coming.

“Archer—that was all me. I was fucking relentless. And you know how good I looked that night.”

He had looked good that night. So damn good I upended my entire life. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll deal with him eventually.”

He takes my dick in his hand and starts stroking it slowly, keeping it in play. “Why Jayne Beck?”

“First, she’s not that bad. I know you’re not a fan, and I don’t blame you, but she was a pretty easy person to get along with most of the time.”

He cocks his head to the side.

I understand I’m being tested, but I don’t think he’s asking the right questions. Still, I humor him. “I knew I wouldn’t fall for her. That’s why Jayne.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to fall for your girlfriend?”

“I’m not a huge fan of getting attached.”

He lifts his brows. “Oh?”

I reach up and touch his face, cupping his jaw. “Yeah, it doesn’t always go that well for me.”