Page 40 of Never Landing

“What?” he rasped, his voice strained as I stroked him.

“Nothing.” I buried my face against his neck and kissed the smooth skin there. “You want me.”

He laughed, pulling me closer. “I do.”

Just hearing that sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to give him the whole world—magic and my past and my future and all of it. I wanted to make him feel better than he’d ever felt. I wanted?—

Him.

I wanted him so fucking much.

I slipped my hand into his pants, and he was warm. I touched his dick, and it was smooth and silky but also heavy and nice and I liked it so much. I likedhimso much.

When I started to rub him, Everett reached for the fly of my jeans. “You too?” he asked, breathless.

I nodded. I wanted to fall into him, sure, but I wanted to do this—do everything—together.

He was quick to open my pants, and he pushed them down a few inches as I shimmied my hips to get them out of the way. There was no time to pull back, no need to remove every piece ofclothing—though I thought sometime I’d like to do that, to see all of Everett and have him close.

Right then, all that mattered was the buzzing pleasure that kept my hips moving mindlessly, thrusting into his clever hand.

And my own palm, fingers wrapped around him. There was a dribble of precome on the side of my palm, and Everett whined. “There,” he hissed. “Just—holy shit, the tip, I?—”

I focused there, and he went rigid beneath me. Then, his cock pulsed in my hand and shot out and he whimpered and holy freaking shit, that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. He was so perfect and amazing and—oh, his hand flexed on my dick, my ass clenched, and?—

When I followed him over, I saw stars.

I came back to myself, panting into the crook of his neck, pressed on top of him with one of his legs between mine. If I never moved again, that’d be okay.

“I love you,” I whispered against his neck. I’d never been surer of anything in my whole life.

Everett made me want to be a part of the world. Sure, maybe there was other good stuff out there, but he was the best.

He turned his head and kissed my temple. “Love you too,” he mumbled back.

We stayed like that for a long time, his hand sweeping soothingly over my back, pressing into my lower back just enough to feel so relaxing and leave me wiggling even closer.

I was in a daze, happy to stay there forever, when Everett asked, “Come to the city with me?”

I started. “What?”

Before I could spiral, I realized he was smiling, calm. “Just for a couple days. I want to pack up my stuff so I can stay here for good, but I just...don’t want to leave you behind, even if I’m coming back. And maybe we could do some fun stuff while we’re there?”

“You want to take me with you?” I bit my lip, trying to hide the biggest grin I’d ever had.

“Yeah.”

He wanted to take mewith him.

Everett didn’t want to leave me behind.

He never reallyhadwanted that.

“Yes!” I surged forward, kissing the corner of his jaw and shimmying my arms under him to squeeze him tight. “Yes, I’ll help you pack and everything.”

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Everett

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