Page 95 of Tell Me Again

“Mmm, need you. Bedroom. Now.”

“Yeah, but . . .”

He’s laughing as I carry him out of the hot tub and into the rental house through the open sliding door, straight into the bedroom. We’re both dripping wet, and I suppose we should probably rinse off first, but that sounds like it’ll take way too fucking long.

“Coop, don’t—”

He doesn’t get to tell me whatever he was going to because I capture his lips in some deep, searing kiss as I lower us onto the bed. Yeah, we’re fucking wet, and I don’t fucking care. I settle between his legs and immediately rock against him and thrust my tongue into his mouth. God, I love the feel of his mouth. Hot and silky and—fuck.

He pushes me over onto my back, and I groan and close my eyes as he straddles me and grasps my dick through my swim trunks.

“You got the bed wet,” he murmurs in my ear, leaning over me. I’m throbbing, and every slow stroke of his hand is driving me closer to the edge.

“Mmm, yeah, yeah, I guess I did—fuck, that’s good.”

His lips cover mine, and before I know it, he’s tugging my swim trunks off and tossing them to the ground. His own swim trunks follow, and then he’s next to me again, pulling me onto my side and kissing me. And his fucking magical hands are everywhere, burning my skin.

He grasps my dick, and I swear I feel him grin into the kiss as he strokes me with a deliberate slowness.

“Ahh, shit, you know I love that. Fucking slow,” I rasp, and he laughs.

“I know. And you’re gonna love this too,” he says, lowering his voice. And it’s fucking sexy. His lips brush against mine as I moan loudly, and he laughs again. “Where’d you put the lube?”

“Outer pocket of your suitcase.”

His warmth disappears for a moment, and I collapse onto my back again. I reach down and grasp my own shaft, pumping as slowly as he had been. It’s only a few seconds when I feel the bed shift with his return. Thenhis breath is on my stomach, and his hand traces up my inner thigh. I open my eyes to watch him. It’s one of my favorite things.

“You’re gorgeous, Coop,” he breathes, now just above my navel. His tongue does something, and his hand replaces mine on my dick. “God, I’m so lucky. I’m so in love with you. How are you my husband?”

“I’m a pretty fucking good catch, aren’t I?”

He glances up at me from where he’s now poised, his mouth just over my tip, and his eyes soften with a gentle smile. “You are. You’re amazing.”

I’m really not. I’m just barely getting my act together, and only now with his help. But he makes me feel so fucking good. Like maybe someday I can be the man my mother wanted me to be—like maybe someday I’ll be a man she’d have been proud of.

“You are,” he says again, like he can hear my internal monologue.

I screw my eyes shut, resisting the urge to shake my head. Way to fucking ruin the mood, dumbass. He strokes me once more and then lets me go, shifts up next to me, and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against him.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispers, his voice soft and filled with love. “And you know what I’m going to say.”

I nod against him, but I still don’t say anything.

“And I’ll just say it again, because I know you need to hear it.” His hand rubs my back. “You’re amazing. Kind and good and smart. The program you’re helping me start at the hospital—damn, babe, it’s brilliant. Just wait, you’ll see. We’re going to help so many people, and it’s only happening because of you.”

“It’s not—”

“It is. You got the hospital board to listen and consider the possibility. And then you did all that fundraising to get the capital to start the program and everything.”

“But it was your idea, and—”

“No, it was something you said that gave me the idea,” he interjects, and he’s still rubbing my back, still holding me. He lowers his voice. “Remember at Sarge’s? When you told me how much you wished the hospital had some sort of program that might have helped your mom? And now, we’re building that program. And it’ll be amazing. And it’s because of you.”

Ahh, fuck. Fuck, he’s... something else. I love him. I bury my head into his shoulder. “You’ll probably have to tell me again, I’m sure.”

“I will. I’ll tell you as many times as you need,” he says. “I’ll spend forever telling you. Just like how I’ll spend forever showing you how much I love you.” He kisses my forehead and then carefully pushes me onto my back again, settling over me. “My love. My husband. My best friend.”

Then, he’s kissing a path back down my chest, his mouth open, his tongue hot. And my body fucking responds like we hadn’t just had some intense emotional discussion, my dick twitching with want. I moan as he pauses to dip his tongue in my belly button, and he chuckles, a puff of air warming my stomach. Then his hand is back on me, working up and down my shaft slowly.

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