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His hips snapped forward, drawing out a lengthy groan. He pounded into me so good that the tears welling behind my eyes spilled out and slipped down the sides of my face. I felt him tense, his nails digging into my skin. The orgasm ripped through him, body arching toward mine as his head fell back with a satisfied shout. He fucked me through it, hips no longer in rhythm but chasing the pleasure my body gave him until he was wrung out and spent.
When he collapsed onto me, our sweat and cum-slick skin stuck together.
“Damn.”He panted.
My eyes drifted a little when his fingers found their way into my hair, playing lazily. You’d think with all the pleasure he’d wrung out of me tonight, there’d be none left at all. But tingles lifted across my scalp, massaging me with waves of satisfaction from just the gentle way he stroked.
After a moment, he rolled off me and started to rise.
Distressed, I palmed his waist, feeling a twinge of discomfort in my lower body. “Don’t leave.”
“I’m just cleaning up.”
“Don’t leave.”
With a small sound, he stripped the condom, and then it slapped the top of the nightstand.
Gross.I laughed under my breath, and he glanced over his shoulder at me, arching a brow. “You asked me so cutely not to leave.”
“I’m not cute.”
“Oh, Nemo,” he mused, rolling back into the bed so we were facing each other. “You are.”
Surging up, I pushed him flat on his back to slip down his body.
“What are you doing?” His voice was an amused rumble.
“I want to see it again.”
Chuckling, he spread his legs, and I settled between them, grabbing his thigh to stare. Since it was so dim, I couldn’t make out the entire design, just the shape of it against his skin. But it didn’t matter. Knowing it was there was more than enough.
“You like it?” he asked, voice deliciously deep.
Instead of answering with words, I leaned down, pressing my lips against it, letting the kiss linger before pulling away.
“Come here,” he commanded, and yep, chills rushed across my skin.
Crawling up, I flopped onto him with a heavy sigh.
Laughing under his breath, he scooped me even closer, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “My little Nemo,” he mused fondly, making me smile into his chest.
“I’m not little. Not anymore.”
“No. But you will always be mine.”
It wasn’t really a secret I liked to argue with Max, but with this, I didn’t want to. He was right.
24
Max
“Doyou think Mom and Dad would hate us?”
The soft question spoken into the darkness created instant knots of tension inside me. Because Wes was in my arms, his cheek pillowed on my chest and his legs tangled with mine, I tried to keep my reaction contained beneath my skin. Honestly, it wasn’t hard, and not because having him on me like this was better than I ever imagined or because my little fish was heavier than he looked. But the emotion that single question stirred up in me was already hidden deep. So many nights, I lay in bed and wondered. So many days I wished I could see them just one more time. The torment of having feelings and acting on those feelings I suspected they would never approve of was far crueler than anything my biologics had ever inflicted upon me.
But even with my own deep fears, I answered, “They love us too much to ever hate us,” knowing with my head it was one hundred percent true yet unwilling to subject him to the whisper of doubt in my heart.
“You’re right,” Wes replied softly, a little puff of his breath tickling my chest. “Disappointed, then. Do you think they’d be disappointed?”
