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We’d gotten good at sneaking around, though.
“I’m trying to find the energy to wake up the boys,” he mumbled.
Oh yeah, we were definitely learning that the boys didn’t like getting up extra early—unless it was the weekend. Funny how fucking backward that was. But Emma-Jo was a trooper. She’d fallen head over heels for Archie, partly thanks to Kyla, and she liked to sprint out of bed to help him with breakfast in the morning. A baby girl and a new puppy in the house—how could Emma-Jo be anything but over the moon?
“I’ll do it.” After shrugging on a work tee, I crawled over Sloan’s form and kissed his neck. “You stay here and rest.”
He hummed and pushed his ass against my crotch. Fucking tease. Thank goodness we’d have him to ourselves tonight. Carol was picking the kids up after school, and she would have them until she was off to Chicago next week.
He sighed and stretched a little. “I can’t get over how much I love feeling you on me.”
Sheer pleasure coursed through me. “And in you?” I dropped an openmouthed kiss on his shoulder.
“That too,” he exhaled.
Christ. I needed a little something to get me through the day. I rolled him over and captured his mouth with mine, and I kissed him hard. He locked his arms around my neck, and I made quick work of my pants.
“Grab the lube,” I muttered.
“Lock the door,” he returned with.
Smart plan. I hurried out of bed and turned the lock, and then I was back on top of him.
I was still riding a wave of bliss and relief to have everyone in my home—our home—but I knew Sloan was looking forward to the new semester after the holidays. That was when the kids started school in Winchester, much to Carol’s reluctance. The fury was gone; it’d tapered off as soon as she’d discovered her parents were in Sloan’s corner, but she liked to throw a passive-aggressive dig at him here and there.
Most importantly, the kids were happier. Despite getting up at the ass-crack of dawn, to use Jason’s words. The shitty commute was temporary.
Stealing the bottle of lube from Sloan, I dipped down and sucked his cock into my mouth.
“Jesus fuck,” he breathed. His fingers went to my hair, and he tugged it like I liked it. “I can’t wait for tonight.”
Me either. I was demonstrating figging on Archie, but not before we’d played a game of hide-and-seek with a handful of brats who’d begged us to join. I had a feeling Sloan was getting ready to test the Daddy Dom waters again, so maybe he’d be on the prowl tonight.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and nipped at it in warning. “Just make sure you spend the night in the right bed.”
He chuckled drowsily and scrubbed his hands over his face. “God, I love you, Greer. You don’t even know how little you have to worry about that.”
Well, good.
With a last kiss to his cock, I poured some lube onto my fingers and pressed them between his ass cheeks.
“I’m just sayin’. Or I’m repeating what Archie said last night, I guess. We understand you want a Little in your life.” I made him wince when I pushed in three fingers. Couldn’t help it. I had to annoy him somehow. “Just don’t forget about us.”
He lifted his head and smirked at me. “Fuck me already.”
Fine.
I smeared the excess lube on my cock, then positioned myself at his ass.
This had to be quick, and we both knew it. He sucked in a breath, his face contorting in discomfort, and I forced my way deep inside his ass and groaned against his neck.
So goddamn good. “I love you too, by the way,” I managed to get out. “But in a Jesus-Christ-I’ve-actually-fallen-in-love-with-my-buddy kind of way.”
I didn’t know when it’d happened. Probably years ago, on some level. I just knew that every ounce of anxiety I’d once felt, either when he was too far away or when he was trying to hug me, was gone now. Because I had an outlet for my needs, for my affection. I got to hold him, kiss him, screw his brains out, and come home to him every evening. And the feeling was simply, “This is it.”
Sloan chuckled through a breathless moan. “I know, my sweet beast. It’s the same damn reason I say it to you.”
Well, now I had to unbury my face to get a look at him. “Yeah?”
He smiled—then winced when I pushed deeper. “Yeah.”
Oh. Then excuse me while I tried to shake the cheesy smile so I could get us off before breakfast.
“Say it again,” I demanded.
“Ungh.” He parted his lips and dug the back of his head into the mattress, and it was such a fucking hot sight to see the pleasure flit across his expression. “I love you.”
