Page 139 of Splintered Hearts

“What do you want to do after?”

Jamie helps me drag my body upright. “Can we just relax, maybe read?” The worry in my eyes must have shone through. “I’m alright. I promise. My body is just shot,” he reassures me.

“I’m sorry.”

“Believe me.” He kisses my forehead. “So fucking worth it. Come on.”

I let him lead me to the tub. My cock comes back to life long enough for him to give me a hand job before I’m satisfied and sleepy. We only manage to read a few chapters before the day catches up to both of us.

Lying in the dark, Jamie clutches my body like I’m an anchor. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

This is peace.

I’m not giving this up for anything in the world.

Thirty Four

Jamie

“This weekend has been amazing. Thank you.”

“No big deal.”

“It is a big deal.”

“It’s a vacation, not a hardship.”

Noah pulls back to look at me. “You’re working through years of trauma and PTSD to get into a car with a boyfriend you’ve only known for months and just started dating. It’s a huge deal. Don’t downplay it. Be proud of yourself. It matters. It matters a lot.”

Looping his arms around my waist, he tucks his body into mine. He smells like strawberries and cream shampoo, and it makes my skin heat. “It doesn’t seem like it.”

“Huh?”

“That we’ve only known each other for months.” Some part of me can’t remember the time this five-foot-five pain in my ass wasn’t a part of my life.

Noah pulls out of my arms to face me, throwing his legs over my thighs. Hugging me closer he kisses me softly, holding on to me like I’m a life raft.

“I’m glad you moved in with me. I’m glad I met you when I did,” I confess.

It’s quiet as we sit there engulfed in each other. Noah’s warm body fits perfectly in my lap. The soft lap of the water calms my beating heart. “You jerked off thinking about me sucking yourcock that first night, didn’t you?” He smirks.

“I was trying to have a moment.” Noah laughs, falling back against the blanket, his legs over my thighs. The hoodie he’s wearing rides up displaying a thin line of creamy skin. My hands cup the backs of his knees, tickling him. “You think you’re so fucking funny.”

“Baby, I know I’m funny.”

Noah squeals as I get up and hover over him, but as I look down his laughter dies with the feeling that passes between us. Brushing his messy hair out of his eyes, I kiss him slowly, savoring his taste and feeling him pool like honey beneath me.

Pulling back, I kiss his forehead. “You make me so unbelievably happy.”

He grips my hoodie, tugging me down. Lazily, I explore his mouth. The only sounds out here are from us and the lapping waves. His hips grind against me and heat floods my stomach. Something comes to mind. I’ve been curious. Just a little. Watching the way Noah came undone while I was inside him had me wondering. The feel of his fingers stroking me to orgasm gave me an idea. “Can I ask you something, and please try not to make fun?”

While I try for a tease the words come out way too serious. “Of course. Always.”

Taking a deep breath, embarrassment hits me in the gut. “I want to try...” Fuck, why is this so damn hard. “I want to know how...” I actually need help. My god.

Cupping my face, Noah pulls my attention down. “It’s just me. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You can talk to me about anything. I’ll never judge you, I swear.”

Taking a breath, I blink down at him. Those cherry lips snag my attention. “I want to try.” I kiss him hard, loving the way Noah’s body melts for mine. “I want you to fuck me.”

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