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You don’t need to be. Not anymore.
As he falls apart beneath me, I follow, just like I’ve always done. When we fall this time, we fall together, his cum spilling between us as I fill him completely, both reaching for each other at the same time.
His cheeks are wet when we collide, tears spilling over his lashes. It’s not until he swipes a thumb under my eye that I realize I’m crying, too. He crushes me to his chest, sobbing against my mouth, and I hold him just as tightly, wishing with all my might that I could take away the last few years. Take away the heartache, the loneliness, the miscommunication.
The anger.
The pain.
Matty kisses my throat, and I bury my face in his hair, one word echoing in my mind over and over until I can’t help but whisper it into his soft strands like a promise.
“Finally, finally, finally.”
Chapter forty-six
My phone vibrates against the hardwood over and over, but we don’t move.
Matty’s arm is draped over my waist, holding me close, his fingers absently tracing circles on my hip. My head rests on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me into a sense of peace I haven’t felt in ages. We’d moved onto the floor some time ago, content just to hold each other.
“You think whoever it is will give up?” I mumble, not bothering to open my eyes.
“They better,” he snorts, abs flexing beneath my touch. “I’m a little busy right now.”
With a smirk, I tilt my head to look at him. “Busy doing what?”
“Important stuff. Laying here with my boyfriend. Priorities, you know.”
The way he says boyfriend—so casually, so naturally—makes my chest ache.
I shift up, propping my chin on his chest. “You like the way it sounds?”
“Damn right, I do.” He grins, brushing a thumb across my cheek. “I should’ve been saying it this whole time.”
My throat closes, and I kiss his collarbone, hiding the moisture in my eyes. Matty gently cups the back of my neck, sensing my mood shift.
“You know I’ve loved you forever, right?”
Nodding slowly, I gently bite his arm. “I know. But hearing you say it… God, baby, it’s everything.”
The phone buzzes again, louder this time like it’s mocking us, and I groan as I bury my face in his chest.
“It’s probably Salem calling to ask if I’m dead.”
“Let it buzz,” he laughs, his fingers running through my hair.
I peek at him, and his gaze warms when it meets mine. “I love you, Matty.”
“I love you too, Xed.” He leans in to kiss me softly, his cock thickening slightly where it rests against his thigh. “Always.”
It’s not long before our kisses turn heated once again, and I straddle him, desperate to make up for lost time. Just as he grabs my waist, his hard length slipping between my crease, a loud quack echoes off the walls.
Matty bursts into laughter, and I grumble when we hear webbed feet waddling somewhere in the house. “Fucking cock-blocking duck.”
“Where did you even get him anyway?” he asks with a chuckle, scraping a nail over my nipple. “The park?”
I scowl down at him, rubbing myself along his dick. “Seriously? You think I’d kidnap a duck from his duck wife and kids? I stopped at a pet store.”
“No way.”
