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This was it, the peaceful domestic life we could lead together. It would be just like this, sitting in bed, holding Weld's hand and reading over his shoulder. I pressed kisses to his bulky tricep and ran my fingers over the top of his hand.

He stopped after the third letter and wiped his eyes. "I can't believe you put this together for me. You contacted all these folks … for me."

"Not only you," I said. "I wanted to get to know you better. You didn't answer my letters, but these folks did."

He tucked the letters back into the folder and slipped it under the bed before turning to me and cupping my face in both of his hands. "I didn't know what to say. You were a child, and I was a fucking failure."

I rolled my eyes. "You're not a failure. Every person who wrote back to me told me part of your story, and they all would agree. You're a hero, or at least a good person."

He planted a gentle kiss on my lips. "If I'm a good person, it's because I wanted to be better, for you."

My eyes burned with a big emotion I refused to name yet. Then he kissed me, and I forgot everything beyond the heat of his body against mine.

ChapterTen

Weld

Kissing Robin was an excellent distraction.I forgot about the plug in my ass. When I rolled closer to him, it lit up my insides. I moaned into his mouth, and he pulled back with a look of concern.

"The plug," I said.

"I want it to be me." Robin's fingers ghosted over my leaking cock, and my entire body twitched from the unexpected contact.

I wriggled my ass cheeks, and the plug jostled against my prostate again. "Still too tight."

"Let me help."

I'd been a bossy top and a pushy bottom on Earth. I refused to bring either of those traits to my relationship with Robin.

His soft gaze and gentle touch threatened to turn me into a puddle of need instead. I closed my eyes and forced myself to stop resisting. This was Robin. I trusted him. Besides, the base of the plug wasn't wide enough to fully prepare me to take his cock. I needed his thick fingers to stretch me the rest of the way.

"Okay."

Robin's expression morphed from pleading to cocky in a blink. "Hell yeah!"

I shifted back into position on the bed, with my ass in the air and head resting on folded arms. Robin rained kisses across my thighs and the curve of my ass before sucking a mark on my left cheek. At the same time, he tugged the base of the plug in a circular motion.

I couldn't resist a moan when he pulled it out of me. He'd replaced my usual lube with his slick, and it still felt warm and tingly inside me.

He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of my pointed ear. "I'd love to see your face while I open you up."

My cheeks already burned from the mere thought. When he patted my hip, I rolled onto my back. He shifted a pillow under me with his magic.

"There you are."

He spread my legs open, and his cocky half-grin returned as he brought two slick-covered fingers to my hole.

He caressed my rim but didn't go inside. My legs shook with overwhelming need.

"Talk to me, Weld."

My eyes snapped open. I didn't remember closing them. "What?"

"Tell me how you like it."

"You're supposed to be stretching me to take your cock," I reminded him. "That's how I like it."

He shook his head and tapped his fingers against my rim. It didn't hurt, but it surprised a jolt from me. "Say it."

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