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He huffed a gruff laugh against my chest. “We can’t afford breakfast.”
He wasn’t wrong. Money was tight since we were both basically off work while I healed, but we weren’t dire. Not yet, anyway.
“Then let’s go home. We have enough that I can make you breakfast.”
“Why you being a sweet asshole?” he asked, his fingers tracing my abs and his eyes still closed.
Kill me for saying this, but, “Because I love you and I want to do nice things for you.” I should have smacked him for making me admit that. A part of me wanted to throw him off this bed, kick him into gear, and get his ass moving. A different part of me ran a hand down his back to ease him awake gently. What was wrong with me?
Love. Goddammit.
Devon blinked open those blues and looked right at me with a cruel smirk. “Oh, here we go,” he laughed. “Take one walk down memory lane and suddenly you’re a blushing bride.”
“Fuck you, Devon.” I shoved him.
He laughed harder, pulling me back. “I love you, too,” he said. “And since you fucked the fight out of me last night, let me fuck the life back into you this morning.” He straddled me.
Dick hard. Former bad mood gone. Back down memory lane. I sort of had to piss, but I wasn’t desperate yet and this felt more important. I admired him again, but it was more than his body this time. It was the way he took charge and knew what he wanted. It was the way he knew what I needed without me ever having to say it.
Kneeling between my legs, he moved the blanket and took my cock into his hand, holding it straight up. I watched his tongue glide over the tip, teasing me and making me shiver. I put my arm behind my head, content to watch him run this show. He licked me from base to tip and back down again before moving down to suck on my balls. His hand stroked languidly, and his eyes kept shifting from my gaze to my body. He worked me up until I started to sweat with the restraint of not grabbing the hair that needed cutting to slam my cock down his throat. Only this prick would give head without actually giving head. I loved the mindfuck of it. So much that my legs spread wider.
“Lube?” he asked, his voice vibrating my nuts. Jesus.
I toppled cups and cans when I reached for it on the shitty side table, too eager because Devon hadn’t fucked me since before I got shot. It wasn’t until this exact moment that I realized how badly I wanted it.
Lubing his fingers, he massaged my ass and continued to tease the fuck out of my cockhead. When his fingers pumped, my hips rocked on their own. He mouthed my dick but never sucked, and every time I thrust onto his fingers, I tried to slip my dick between his lips, but he held me off every time.
“Devon,” I growled. “Hurry up. No more teasing.”
He pumped three fingers and curled them until I choked on my breath. “Are you begging me, Maddox Kane?”
Damn right I was, but I grit my teeth together and tried to tell him to fuck off with my eyes. He got the message, but was too dumb—persistent—to accept it. “Yes. Fuck me already. God.”
Devon lifted onto his knees, lubing his cock. “If it hurts…”
“It won’t. I’m fine.”
“I know you are,” he said, smiling at me. He tugged on my hips and put my legs over his, his cock nudging my hole. “But I’ll use your injury as an excuse to be gentle.”
“Why?” I looked at his eyes, his abs, his shitty skull tattoo, and the place our bodies were almost joined.
“Because I know you’re all gooey in the centre and you want me to make love to you.” Goddamn him for knowing that. “Don’t worry. Like I said, we can use the injury as an excuse.” He smirked.
Leaning forward, he planted both hands beside my head, and his hair tickled my face. When his lips brushed against mine, he pushed inside me and didn’t stop.
“Fuck,” I whispered against his mouth. The slide of him inside me and the way my body begged for more was what I had missed. The stretch and the friction, the connection and the way he fit above me.
“So romantic,” he whispered, his thighs hitting my ass.
“Greedy,” I corrected. “Holy fuck, I missed this. I missed you inside me.”
Devon moaned, rocking his hips to actually fuck me—make love to me. Soft and slow turned into deep and passionate, and the connection was unheard of. I’d never felt closer to him. I’ve never been so on the edge of orgasm and overwhelming emotion all at once. He kissed my neck, sucking the skin until it marred. Even the caress of his heaving breaths against my jaw tingled with anticipation and satisfaction. My legs spread farther apart, and Devon pushed them back to wrap around his hips, matching me moan for groan.
And when my body was ready to erupt, I grabbed his face instead of my cock and pulled his lips to mine. Devon kept up the rhythm and my eyes closed, my cock throbbing between our abs. Forceful, pulsating, and damn near painful from intensity, I came between our bodies in a wave of pleasure-dripping love. Raw love.
Devon rasped a never-ending moan. “Fuck, Madd. Holy fuck.” He stilled inside me, mouth open against mine. “Not so bad for lovemaking, eh?” he laughed pathetically, collapsing his full weight on my chest.
We were just a couple of in love fools in a trailer, trying not to admit how deeply we loved the softness.
