Page 74 of The Intimacy of Finding You

The first lick up my shaft had me chanting in my head. Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come. Like a live fucking wire, I was one second from going off, and I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready to let that happen. Feeling Tobi touch me like this was everything and fucking more, and I didn’t want it to end. Not so soon. Not yet.

Not yet.

But then he closed his lips around me, sucking my cock into his mouth, and I realized just how screwed I was. This was what we’d been working toward back then—being able to have each other in this way. It was the ultimate vulnerability.

The closest we could feel to each other without living in each other’s skin.

Intimacy on a level we’d never explored before, that we were now exploring together. As a couple. As us.

It fucking brought tears to my eyes, and that was embarrassing. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving in time with him, his hand stroking me along with his mouth. There wasn’t a single moment where my cock wasn’t being touched, and I couldn’t fucking handle it. It was so much. So much of a new thing. A new step. A new vow to each other that couldn’t be broken because I’d never given it to anyone else. I’d been waiting.

Waiting for Tobi.

And I would’ve waited the rest of my life if I had to.

“Tobi, fuck.” I whined, arching my back as he swallowed around me. Fucking swallowed.

His mouth was so tight and warm, and his tongue felt so goddamn good when he flicked it over my tip. One of his hands reached down, cupping my balls, rolling them between his fingers. My stomach was tightening, and I knew. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it much longer.

I was already so on edge. I was never going to make it further. “I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck, shit, I’m gonna come.”

Tobi stroked me faster, panting, as he looked up at me. “It’s okay. Let go, baby. Let go, and I’ll catch you.”

He moaned around my dick as he took me to the back of his throat, somehow so much tighter than before. His lips were stretched so fucking pretty around me, spit dribbling down the side of his face. It glistened. Fucking glistened. And his eyes—oh, god, his eyes. They weren’t the big, sad brown eyes I remembered. They were bright. So bright. So beautiful. I was lost in them, making high-pitched whimpers over and over as new feelings and new sensations rocked my entire fucking world.

He’d catch me.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I let out a long, deep moan. My hand went to the top of his head, just resting there, needing something to ground me as I fought the urge to curl in on myself. Tobi didn’t pull away. He moaned with me, his eyelids fluttering as he swallowed every fucking drop.

I melted into the mattress, panting and huffing, as Tobi let go of my softening cock. He crawled up right beside me, laying his head directly onto my outstretched arm.

He whispered, resting a hand over my heart. “So beautiful.”

The truth. He was telling me the truth.

I’d told him that day in the bar that I’d find out the truth. I meant that, and he knew it, even though he’d been lying to me. But this? Us lying together, our hearts beating with and for each other, was the truth I’d been searching for. Not about why he left. Not about where he’d been.

The truth was our love. The love that’d carried on despite the odds. The truth was that we were always meant to find each other again, no matter how that journey looked. No matter how long it took. Nothing else mattered.

Loving Tobias Weaver was the easiest thing I’d ever done. Losing Tobias Weaver was the hardest thing I’d ever gone through. Finding Tobias Weaver was the second-to-last thing I needed in life to feel complete. Taking his last name was the only thing left.

chapter thirty-five

We were off work tomorrow, I’d already gone to a meeting this morning, I’d talked to Mom on the phone, and Fishy was happily fed, just waiting to be let outside. There was nothing left to do but relax with each other for as long as we wanted, since we could easily sleep in tomorrow.

Thankfully, it only took a few weeks to get adjusted to the fast pace at Fire and Ice, and now I was doing a hell of a lot better. I wasn’t two seconds away from stealing alcohol or having a whole breakdown anymore. I’d even trialed the grill station for a little while, just dipping my toes back into the water in case I wanted to be a part of the kitchen staff again.

I’d missed it a lot more than I’d previously let myself admit.

Callum held up two mugs, smiling. “Hot chocolate acquired. Want any marshmallows before we head out?”

I raised an eyebrow at him, staring him down. “We are not bringing those into the shed. I don’t wanna drink wood shavings, and I don’t want you to, either.”

“They’re going to get cold, baby doll. The whole point of hot chocolate is to drink it while it’s hot.”

“Looks like you better drink up, then, buttercup.”

He sighed, holding one of the mugs out to me. I took a tentative sip, flinching when it burned my lip. “Let’s let ‘em cool. Come on, Fishy is waiting very impatiently.”