Page 76 of Silent Is The Heart

His hand dives into my boxer briefs, taking hold of me. It’s a gesture of ownership that doesn’t suffocate me, especially when his hand makes a languid stroke up to my tip and swirls around my cockhead. It’s wanton and ravenous, yet sensual. Jerking into his grip, I moan into his mouth, slipping my hands into the back of his boxers to grip that perfect ass of his.

He grunts and bucks against me, telling me I’m not the only one who’s lost. I’m about to pull him out, but he drops to his knees, yanking my underwear down when he goes. His lips are around my cock before I can even focus. Hot, wet, and dire, he works me with his mouth like a starving man.

Shit. There will nevernotbe an inferno of passion between us.

I am not letting this chaotic reunion end like this. For all his teasing and false airs, he’s such a giver. Well, I’ve got news for him. He’s not leaving this house without me giving back as good as I’m getting.

Gripping his shoulder, I push him back. It’s nothing short of tackling him to the floor the way I land on top of him. He lets out anoofsound and smiles, but I cover it with my mouth before it’s fully formed. Drawing him out, I sigh at the feel of his heated thickness against me. Groaning, his eyes slip shut, and he rocks his hips into the grip I have around us.

The floor is cold and hard under my forearm. I’m sure this wouldn’t be comfortable for him if it were just another day. Today, though, we’re on another plane, neither of us caring where we are as long as where we are istogether.

His palms slide over the globes of my ass. The sensation of a part of my body being covered by a part of his feels like beinghome. Dipping his finger into his mouth, it comes out wet, and he stares into my eyes, reaching back around me. Yes. God, yes.

I spread my thighs as much as the constraints of my lowered pants will allow and make a meal of his mouth as he circles my pucker.Now… I’m home.Him…in me. Any part of him.

My keening against his cheek is answered by a throaty rumble. Pinching my eyes closed to hold off the pleasure overload, I snake my hand further down and cup his balls. Arching my hips back into the tortuous stroking inside me, I grind my stomach into his, the damp frotting between us sending tingles up my legs.

“I missed you. I missed you so much,” I babble between kisses. The words are easy to say this time, and they’re attached firmly to the organ deep inside my chest.

“I told Leonard to get the fuck out. I couldn’t be miserableandhave him there at the same time.”

“I was so worried about you. I didn’t want to leave you there with him.”

Slipping his fingers into my hair, with a loving gaze, he drags me back to his mouth. All our concerns are conveyed through the physical after that as we fuck into each other and I ride back on his fingers when he slips another inside me. Damn him. He’s not going to do this to me. I know he loves seeing me get off, but I love watching him just as much.

Slipping my fingers below his sac, I stroke his taint and his hole. His throat makes a strained grumbling noise that lights my body up. He’s got that tense look on his face when our kiss breaks. I love the furrow he gets in his brow right before he comes. Just the thought of it has me spilling between us, but soon, I feel the return of his wet heat basting my stomach, too.

My hole is slightly sore from the lack of proper lube, but it’s a welcome sore. Laying my head on his shoulder, our chests battle to breathe against each other as we come down. My body has spent the bulk of the turmoil that was living in my stomach like poison since Easton first showed up after Jason arrived. It feels like something sacred has just been preserved by this purge of worry. As the last of our post-haze begins to fade and he slips his arms around me, the safety net of our feral reunion starts cracking. I can feel it in the tension of his body underneath me, an unspoken understanding that nothing will be well until Jason is gone.

It’s not perfect again yet, but I take comfort that we’re here, together. That’s all that matters right now.

“Will you stay?” I whisper, tracing my finger over his heart.

Capturing my hand, he brings it to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckle. “I’m not going anywhere.”

CHAPTER 38

Easton

Are people supposed to fit this well against your body? Opening my eyes to the soft glow of dusk filtering in around the curtains in Aaron’s bedroom, his peaceful face has me laughing silently. He’s such a fucking cuddler, even in his sleep. I was never able to get comfortable when a guy would tangle himself around me like this. I guess they were just doing it wrong. Reaching out, I stroke his cheek with the back of my hand, wishing I could keep his serene expression in place. It only took an all-day fuck fest to put it there yesterday. Granted, there were a few short naps in between. I don’t know how he’s going to work in a few hours when I could fall right back to sleep.

Nestling my head deeper into the pillow, I shut my eyes again. No sooner do they close than my phone lets out its horrendously loud, blaring ringtone. Rolling away, I scramble to fetch it off the nightstand, hoping I don’t wake the other half of my pretzel. It’s five in the morning—why is Wolf calling me?

“Dude…where are you?”

“I’m at Aaron’s. What’s wrong?”

“What?”

Fucking hell. I’m not raising my voice loud enough for him to hear me. Hanging up, I shoot off a text.

I’m at Aaron’s. What’s wrong?

We got robbed. Didn’t you hear your alarm? You need to get over here.

Robbed? Who would rob a tattoo shop and what would they even have taken? It’s not like it would be difficult for the cops to keep an eye out at pawn shops for tattoo guns. And, no, I wouldn’t hear my alarm because I live there, so I didn’t bother setting up the app portion of it that Wolf went on about when we got the thing installed. I figured hearing the device screeching in my apartment would be alert enough.

Whatever you had in the safe is gone, man. I’m sorry.

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