Page 87 of Why Cruise

“Yes?” I kiss behind his ear.

“Can’t… make jokes… and do this.” Each word was punctuated by a groan.

“Oh, sorry, I’ll be serious.” I tightened my grip just slightly but didn’t change the speed.

He cursed again, loudly, and bit his lip to turn it into a groan.

“Shhh.” I whispered in his ear. “I’m not sharing this. Not with them.”

He threw his head back onto my shoulder, and writhed, grinding against me.

“You know what I find interesting?” I said casually.

“Justice!” He admonished.

I ignored him. “You’re fighting so hard not to come.”

He sucked in a breath and held it, trying to make sense of the words.

“I didn’t tell you not to come.” I licked his neck. “We’re not playing that game… yet.”

I stroked his cock faster, pushing him right over the edge. He let go of the rail with one hand, found my hand holding his chest and threaded his fingers through mine. I squeezed his fingers hard, and he came, drenching my palm.

Theo

I broke. Fuck the rail. I spun in his arms as he brought his fingertips to his lips. Desperate, I needed some part of him inside me. His growl made my head spin. He fed me two fingers, slowly fucking my mouth as slowly as he had stroked my cock. He pressed me back into the rail, kicked my legs apart again. His fingers teased that aching, empty feeling. He replaced his fingers with his tongue. I thrust against him, his cock and knot just out of my reach. I’d never get enough of him.

Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.

I came again, my moans smothered on his tongue.

I dropped my head on his shoulder. I couldn’t take anymore sensation and couldn’t bear to have any less. He rested his cheek on my temple and did… nothing.

The last alpha I’d dated, he’d come in me and as soon as his knot let go, he’d punch me in the thigh and say “let’s go watch the game.”

But Justice was just here, waiting, like he knew I was in a thousand pieces and needed time to come back together. Isnuggled into his neck. His scent was so alive. It was cut grass and wild flowers and fresh wood. I took a deep breath and picked my head up.

“Hey.” He said it like I was gone for a while.

I ducked my head again. I couldn’t quite meet his eyes. I had been desperate for someone to see me, the real me, and now that he had? I honestly didn’t know if I could handle that. But I took a chance with another glance.

He lit up like he found out the best secret. Then his eyes narrowed slightly. “Too much marshmallow?”

Yes. Fucking yes. Exactly. But I toned that down with a “maybe.”

And still he was just here. He didn’t change his position or mine. Until I could meet his eyes.

Again with that secret smile. “Thank fuck I love gooey marshmallows.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly. I nodded. This kiss was… different. It was grounding and reassuring. Still hot, but not meant to lead to something else.

He took a deep breath and shifted his weight, still touching me but not pressing into me. It was like he could finally trust that I wouldn’t fall down or fall to pieces.

My phone sounded from my pocket. I stiffened. “Mackenzie’s ringtone. Can I…”

“No, don’t do that.” He cut me off. “Don’t ever ask permission for Mackenzie. I do not stand between you. She always comes first.”

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