Page 140 of Caught Stealing

As if that’s all he needed, Holden lets out a low groan and cum spills from his cock. It coats his fingers along with my abs and chest; all the while, his ass grips me to high fucking heaven. He nearly rips the hair straight from my skull as he works himself through his climax, and it’s that bite of pain paired with the pulsing around my shaft that has my own orgasm slamming into me at break-neck speeds.

I continue driving my hips up with punishing thrusts, bottoming out so deep inside him, it’s impossible to tell where I end and he begins. And he takes everything I have to give, his ass clamping around me like a vise andmilking every last drop of cum from my body. Taking everything I have to give until we’re both left a sated, panting mess of sunscreen, cum, and sweat.

His forehead collides with mine, and I’m quick to reach up and curl my hand around the back of his neck, looking to haul him back in for a kiss. It’s slow, one that’s meant to be savored while we take our time floating back to Earth. Gentle presses and sweeps of our lips that help calm my erratic heartbeat.

“I love you,” I whisper before brushing my nose along his. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Hearing that never gets old,” he murmurs back in that sinfully addictive post-sex voice. All breathy and raspy.

“I know, so maybe you should say it back,” I counter before nipping at his bottom lip.

He lets out a husky laugh that wraps a fist around my heart. “Someone’s demanding.”

“You’re the one who just demanded sex, so why can’t I demand anI love youin return?”

His lips part, and I’m sure he’s about to give in. In fact, I can see the words sitting there on the tip of that naughty, wicked tongue.

“I…” he murmurs slowly, “think we should probably get cleaned up before your parents come back.”

“You’re fucking evil,” I mutter before practically shoving him off me and rising off the lounger. Then I realize I’m still covered in his cum, so I grab my trunks off the ground and head toward the outdoor shower to rinse off.

Because, even if I’m annoyed with his little game, he’s right. I don’t think my parents would particularly enjoy finding the two of us like that when they came back with Charlotte.

“Where are you going?” Holden asks when I’m almost to the shower, and I hear the tell-tale sound of his feet padding on the concrete as he follows me.

“Cleaning up. Like you said.”

I’ve just turned the water on when Holden appears at the opening of the enclosure. His head cants to the side as his eyes rake over my naked body.

“Can I join you?”

“I…don’t think so.”

He rolls his eyes before stepping into the shower anyway. Closing the distance between us, he backs me into the wall until our chests brush together and looks into my eyes like it’s the only thing in the world he wants to be doing.

“Don’t be like that, Nix. You know I love you more than anything.”

I know in my heart he does. There’s never been a moment where I’ve doubted it either. Even when we’ve been separated by time zones and hundreds of miles, he’s always made it more than obvious that he loves me.

But I still want to hear it. The affirmation that I deserve it, despite all I put him through.

“You’re still evil,” I mutter, linking my arms around his waist.

He gives me an unamused look. “You say that like you don’t enjoy it.”

Yeah, he’s got me there.

Most of the time, his little antics are just what I need to loosen up. To smile and laugh and remember that being with him is one of the best choices I’ve ever made for myself—the one I plan to continue making for as long as he’ll have me.

“Fine, you win. But we seriously do need to get cleaned up before my parents come looking for us. Or worse, Charlotte.”

A smirk lifts his lips, and he concedes, pulling away from me to rinse off his body beneath the spray.

“Hey, at least none of them were around to see anything. Or hear it, though you’re really gonna have to get over that one come fall.” He arches a brow playfully before adding, “Roomie.”

A laugh burst from my chest. “You make it sound so dirty.”

“I make everything sound dirty.”

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