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That was… I have no fucking words for it. I thought it had been good the other times, but this was off the charts.
Gigi moans, shifting, and it seeps in that I’m lying on top of her, crushing her. Reluctantly, I push myself up and pull out of her, my teeth gritting at the sensation. Taking off the condom, I tie it and let it drop to the floor over the side of the bed, too wiped to look for the trash.
I roll on my side, and she scoots closer, draping an arm over my hip, burying her face in my chest, and I haul her against me, grinning like an idiot, my chest full to bursting.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Mmm… yeah.” She yawns, and I grin wider, proud I wore her out like that, and pleased, and oddly touched. The back of my damn eyes burns just from having her once more in my arms.
Everything is fine. Everything is in its right place.
I wonder if this is what it feels like to be happy. Really happy. This moment when all the dark things turn bright.
And how it will feel like when it’s gone.
Inevitably, morning comes, and I roll out of her bed, blinking blearily against the pale sunlight filtering through the slats.
She’s still here. She doesn’t vanish like smoke, like the wisp of a dream. When she stands up and slips her arms around me from behind are warm. Her fingertips tickle my bellybutton.
“Morning,” she whispers.
Lifting one arm, I sling it around her bare shoulders and pull her against my side. “Morning.”
It’s quiet inside the house. Outside a bird trills, and in the distance, a car accelerates.
The world is warm and peaceful, the picture complete, no pieces missing.
We stand there for ages, wrapped up in each other, listening as the birds wake up. I used to do that when I lived with Connor. It’s been years since I last rolled out of bed without nightmares haunting me.
Without fear.
Cold eventually creeps in, though, and she starts shivering, so I lead her back to bed.
“What are you doing today?” She climbs back under the covers, while I stay standing, naked in front of her, barely feeling the cold.
“Work.” And gang business, probably.
“Stay for breakfast.”
I open my mouth to say I should get going, that her mom may not be so pleased after all to find I spent the night in her house without an invitation, but there’s a bang on the bedroom door, and it swings open.
Merc pokes his head inside and grins at me. “Breakfast?”
I stare back at him. Here I am, stark naked, my dick half-hard from having had Gigi in my arms, and he doesn’t even seem startled, let alone bothered. A man secure in his sexuality.
Or less awake than he seems.
This family is something, but I find myself grinning. “Sure.”
“Yes.” Gigi claps her hands. “You making pancakes, Merc?”
“Just follow the aroma,” he says with a wink, and closes the door, vanishing.
Well, I’ll be damned.
“He makes the best pancakes,” Gigi says, licking her lips, and I reach down to give my hardening dick a reassuring squeeze. “You lucked out.”
“I sure did,” I mutter, and I’m not thinking about the damn pancakes but the sexy girl sitting on the bed, the covers up to her chin, her blue eyes wide and clear in the morning light.
