Page 136 of Healed Hearts

We both give Beck an awkward side hug, since he’s got his arms full of Wren, then we hug Roman goodbye too. When Roman hugs Holden, he keeps him wrapped up for a long time. “We’ll take good care of her, Daddy Holden.”

It’s easy to hear the pride and love in his voice, but Holden pulls back quickly and glares up at him. “Don’t. You’ll make mecry again.” Roman laughs and pulls him back in, squeezing him tightly.

The second we step into the house, I lift Holden and pin him to the wall, before slamming my mouth onto his. It’s absurd to me that I spent three years of my life raising Wren and being basically celibate because after three weeks in the hospital, I’m dying for this.

The way Holden is moaning into our kiss and tugging on my shirt is all the confirmation I need that he’s feeling the same way. I pull back just long enough to carry him into our bedroom, and drop him onto the bed. His chest is heaving and his cheeks are flushed, and I’m so glad he agreed to leave Wren with Beck and Roman because I’ve missed him. We’ve spent every waking moment together for three weeks, but not like this. Not just him and me and no nurses and a fuckingbed.

Even if we do nothing but sleep, it’ll be the perfect night. It’s been far too long since I’ve had his body sprawled across mine. Judging by the heat in his eyes, sleeping is the farthest thing from his mind, though. “You should get undressed,” he says, proving me right.

I strip down slowly while his eyes follow the movements. Then he’s sitting up and taking his own clothes off. The second he’s naked, he grabs at me and pulls me toward him. We collapse on the bed in a pile of limbs, our mouths easily finding each other.

When his tongue slips past my lips, I roll to my back and pull him onto me. He ruts against me, feeding me little whimpers as he does. Fuck, he always gets to me like this. I think he always will. “Want inside you,” he mumbles against my lips.

“Yeah. Yes. So on board for that,” I moan, tangling my hands in his hair and kissing him again. God, I missed this.

He sits up quickly and reaches into the nightstand to grab the lube. He stops when he grabs it and looks at me, then he chuckles. “Hey, why didn’t you have lube that first night?”

All my blood is currently in my cock, so I’m really not sure what the hell he means. “Huh?”

He grins. “The first night we hooked up. You didn’t have lube. We used lotion. Why?”

I laugh. “Well, I wasn’t having sex, so I didn’t feel like I needed it. Didn’t even think about it when I brought you home with me. I wasn’t planning on bringing you home at all.”

He cocks his head. “What do you mean?”

I tug him back down to me and roll to my side, so I can stare at his beautiful face. “Well, I was planning on a bathroom hookup or car blowjobs. I didn’t expect to take a little chaos twink home and fall in love with him.”

He bites his lip, trying to suppress his smile. He can act as if he hates that name all he wants. I know he secretly loves it. “I bet you weren’t expecting me at all.”

“I most certainly was not. I was looking for easy and detached.”

He giggles. “And instead you got me.”

I smile, pulling him in to brush my lips over his. “And instead I got you,” I whisper. “Best thing I’ve done in my life was bringing you home from that club. I think we were always destined to meet, though, darlin’. Either way, I would have brought Wren to the hospital. I would have met you. I would have tripped over those pretty eyes of yours. It was a foregone conclusion. It was always going to be you.”

Holden sighs, then kisses me deeply. “I love you,” he murmurs when he pulls back.

I drop another soft kiss to his lips. “And I love you.”

Holden gives my shoulder a little nudge and I get the hint, so I roll to my back. I smile when he wastes no time climbing up my body. He grabs a fistful of my hair and tilts my head to the side before kissing along my neck. Fuck. I love when my little darlin’ lets loose and takes control.

He starts working his way down my body and when he makes it to my stomach he rubs his cheek against it and then sits up between my legs. His eyes find mine. “You still want this?”

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Always, darlin’. I will always want this.”

He nods, and pushes my legs back. He grabs the lube and spends a few minutes prepping me. I should really say teasing me, since he’s going so damn slow. “You’re not going to hurt me, darlin’,” I groan, trying to rock my hips to get more of his fingers inside me.

He looks up at me and his eyes are pure mischief. “I know. This is just for fun.”

“Fun?” I ask, gasping when his fingertip grazes my prostate.

He leans forward and drags his tongue along the bottom of my aching cock. “Yeah, fun,” he whispers before closing his lips around the head of my dick and taking me to the back of his throat. My hands find their way into his hair on instinct. I freeze for a second, worried that this will scare him, but he groans around my cock and hits my prostate again. My fingers tighten as I resist the urge to thrust into his mouth.

He slowly pulls off my cock and looks up at me with deceptively innocent eyes. “You want to fuck my mouth, don’t you, Jules?”

I’m not sure of the correct answer to that because yeah, I really do. But I won’t even think about it if it’s a no-go for him.

“You can,” he practically purrs, still staring at me with those fucking eyes. “You know you want to.”

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