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He knows I love it when he says my name, and it makes my cock throb as I continue sliding into him.
“Oh yeah. Let me take some of that stress off you,” I say, stroking his thigh with my working hand. He rocks up and down, and we work into a familiar rhythm, our pace picking up. Leaning forward, he kisses me, and I run my hand over my name under his pec.
I rest my wounded arm back so he can see his name on my wrist, and when he opens his eyes, he smiles, assuring me he’s pleased.
I thrust up into my man, fucking him hard, the bed shaking violently like it did that first night we fucked here.
His cock bounces against my abs, his precum dripping onto my skin. I slide my hand into it and run it across my face. I want him all over me, marking me, staining me.
As wild as the past twelve hours have been, having my cock buried in his ass, his eyes rolling back, reminds me that fucked up as life can be, there’s still so much that makes it all worth it.
He’s moaning, and I fucking can’t help myself, I’m too fucking greedy. “Fuck me, A. I want you to fuck me.”
He snickers. “I knew you wouldn’t get all the way without needing me inside you.”
Damn, the fucker does know me.
He dismounts, lubes up, and takes my hole—it’s his hole to take.
I’m his to do whatever the fuck he wants with now.
We get going, faster and faster. “Fuck me. Don’t hold back. Don’t hold anything back,” I beg as he’s got his cock thrusting against my prostate. I’m writhing, consumed with sensation, the pressure so intense, like I could blow at any moment.
“Whose are you?” Atlas asks.
“All yours. All fucking yours.”
He leans close and licks up the middle of my lips. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, Troy. That’s how it’s always been. That’s how it’ll always be.”
Heat rushes to my face as he jackhammers away at my hole. “I’m coming, A.”
“Me too,” he warns.
It’s not even fireworks—it’s a fucking grenade before I’m lost in sensation. I feel him pulse in me, filling me up. I’m not even touching myself, and my cum shoots across my abs, my mind scattering, allowing me a moment of pure relief from all that’s happened.
He takes care not to jostle my hand as he lies over me. We’re a mess of sweat, body heat, and breaths, and with his flesh against mine, his body like a sheet over me, I know this is where I belong, under him, his cock buried in me, his mouth pressed against my cheek as I breathe in his intoxicating scent.
This is our life. It can be wild, chaotic, and confusing as fuck. I can screw things up and be totally lost, and I don’t give a shit as long as I belong to him. And he belongs to me.
EPILOGUE
Atlas
One month later
“Holy shit, man.That’s deep. I can’t believe you never shared any of that with us,” Brenner says, sitting on my couch beside me, as I finish telling him and Taylor about my parents. I’ve started therapy, something Troy recommended because he said it helped him deal with the stuff with his dad. While I’ve only had one session so far, I know talking to a professional isn’t the only work I need to put in. I also need to learn to open up to my friends, to trust them, not to try and be a fucking island because all that’s going to do is hurt me.
Mom wouldn’t want that.
I don’t want that for me either.
And while I have Troy and can always share anything with him, well, from what I’ve been told, it’s not so bad to have other people in your corner too.
“You can trust us,” Taylor adds. “We might like to give each other shit, but Brenner and I will always be there for you.”
I cock a brow. “Do the two of you realize you talk like you’re one person?”
“He wants to be one person with me,” Brenner teases, and Taylor flips him off.
