Page 60 of Wild Obsession

I think I shout something. I can’t be sure with static roaring in my ears and Tim crying out and my whole body arching, bending, plunging toward him to somehow get even closer. Release pours out of me and into him, an orgasm unlike any other in my life. It scrapes my insides raw as it explodes out of me, then drops me ruthlessly back to earth in a useless heap of flaccid limbs.

I collapse to the bed and lie there trembling. I’m still holding Tim’s softening cock, his mess all over my hand and chest, but neither of us seem to care. He flops down on top of me, my dick sliding out of him as he lies heavily atop me, as languid and loose as I am.

It takes a while before the world stops rocking, but even when things steady, I don’t move Tim. We’re disgusting, but I’m not sure either of us are going to be capable of dealing with that for several more minutes.

When Tim rouses, it’s to tilt his head up and kiss the underside of my jaw, carefully avoiding my bruise.

“How do people not do that every second of every day?” he says, voice ragged from all that screaming he did.

An exhausted chuckle sneaks out of me. “It’s not always that mind-blowing. It’s not evenusuallythat mind-blowing. You might have set the bar way too high. How am I going to live up to that for the rest of our lives?”

Tim pushes himself up, smiling at me with the most giddy and unguarded expression I’ve ever seen another mandon. It takes a second before I realize why.The rest of our lives.Even when I recall my own words, I don’t take them back. I simply smile up at him, sealing the promise between us.

We may have waited eight years. We may have done everything wrong. We may have had families and time and distance between us. But all of that bullshit is gone. The only thing that matters anymore is what we want for ourselves.

I know what I want. At last, I’m absolutely sure. I should have known it way sooner.

It’s always been him.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Tim

I BARELY REMEMBER falling asleep. Everything after that orgasm is a blur until I fall into perfect, peaceful darkness, my head on Keannen’s chest and his arm around my back. There’s no question this time about why he’s staying, and I’m not surprised when I creak my eyes open and find him sleeping peacefully beside me the next morning.

We must have rolled apart at some point in the night. His arm lies at his side as though it’s around me, and I take the opportunity to snuggle right back in against him. He murmurs, not his usual grumpy grumble, but a warm, pleased noise, and his arm wraps around me again. I nestle against his shoulder as he sighs awake.

“Morning,” he says, voice all rough and sexy from sleep.He kisses the top of my head.

“Morning.”

Morning, a morning where we’re unambiguously, unabashedly together. A morning where we aren’t strangers or exes. A morning that makes the whole world feel like it’s brand new, and renders the future a vast expanse brimming with possibility.

I push myself up onto my elbows so I can gaze down at him. He’s soft and unguarded, yet still undeniably Keannen. Those dark eyes of his pierce through me as keenly as ever, but this time, I get the impression that instead of picking out my flaws, he’s finding strengths I didn’t even know I possessed.

“I love you,” I say yet again, simply because I can.

I dip down to kiss him, and he laughs against my lips. When I push myself up, he brushes his knuckles gently against my cheek.

“Damn sappy virgin,” he says.

“It’s getting increasingly ridiculous for you to call me that.”

“I know, but it’s fun.”

I chuckle. “You’re going to have to come up with some other nicknames if you keep fucking me that good every night.”

“Every night?” He quirks an eyebrow. “You’ll never walk right again if that’s how we do this.”

A pleasant tingle washes throughme. My ass is definitely sore this morning after how … vigorous we got last night, but I enjoy the ache. It’s a reminder that that wasn’t a mere fantasy. That was real. He’s real.We’rereal as we lie here basking in the afterglow the next morning.

Unfortunately, we can’t stay this way forever. We drag ourselves out of bed and cram into the tiny shower. It’s a ludicrously tight fit. We end up getting water all over the bathroom, but we don’t care since the close quarters allow us to touch each other more. I find myself giggling drunkenly as I run my hands over Keannen’s chest, ostensibly working the soap over his shoulders and down his front.

“You sneak some more whiskey this morning or something?” he says.

“No, sorry. It’s just kind of surreal, don’t you think?”

He goes quiet, and I look up to find him watching me thoughtfully as the water pounds against his back. A crooked, quiet smile tilts his mouth.

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