Page 38 of Infected By Virus

“But nothing. You never brought out the worst in me, sweetheart, I did. I loved but didn’t care the way I should’ve. I’m sorry, but that’s the last time either one of us will say that word about shit that’s over and done with. We are fucking finished with apologizing for the past and beating ourselves up for what we can’t change.”

He saw the argument brewing in her eyes, so he kissed her silent again before pulling back far enough to look deep into her eyes.

“Just answer this, Rae. Do you want to stay and build a family with me?”

When she inhaled, he placed a finger on her lips.

“Don’t get bogged down in the details. We can work on anything we need to, and we can grow together, as long as we both want it. So, it’s a simple yes or no, Rae. Do you want to?”

The longer she stared without answering, the more his hope died a slow death. When a tear leaked from a corner of her eye, his soul shriveled. He was about to roll off her and just accept his life as it would be, without her or even the hope of her. If it weren’t for Adam, he wouldn’t, couldn’t, keep going.

Rae’s arms rose shakily to wrap around his neck, and she nodded her head.

Virus’s brain was processing the actions when she whispered one syllable.

“Yes.”

That one word was everything. It could sustain his soul for a lifetime.

“But—” she started to amend.

“But nothing. You love me, I love you, and we both love Adam—the rest is just noise, Sunshine.”

When he dropped his lips to hers in a kiss, it was a little different from just moments before. It was the kiss of years in the making, a kiss of promise, a taste of the future.

It was an exchange of more than passion or longing, or even love, it was a promise of life. With Rae, he could finally live again, not just exist.

The sealing of a bond.

Virus groaned at the taste of her. The sensation of her in his arms was borderline overwhelming. When she ground up against him, the heat of her pussy against his rock-hard dick sent his body into overdrive. Fuck, he would perish if he didn’t get inside her.

Virus reached toward the nightstand out of habit and reality crashed into him.

Not that they’d ever used one in the past, but they weren’t the same stupid kids anymore. Virus had religiously used protection ever since Rae. Even with Celeste, but there was a mishap that time. But when he encountered something fluffy on the nightstand instead of his wallet, he remembered where he was.

“Shit,” he cursed. “We can’t do this.”

“Why?”

He dropped his forehead to hers with a half laugh, half groan. “Because, Sunny, we’re in a little girl’s bed.”

Her laugh was like a balm to his soul. It was like no time and so much time had passed all at once.

“Are you opposed to a little girl’s floor?” She wiggled under him, and he reared back to stare.

“You want me to make love to you after years apart on the floor?” Why the idea shocked him, he didn’t know. Rae had never been shy about what she wanted and how she wanted it, at least when it came to sex.

“No, I want you to fuck me like you haven’t fucked me in years on the floor. We can make love later. Right now, I just need you.”

Virus wanted their reunion to be more romantic for Rae than a frantic encounter where someone was definitely going to catch a case of rug burn, but it was impossible to say no to her.

Especially when she shoved her hands in his boxers and stroked his cock.

With very little grace, he wrapped one arm around her back and lifted her a few inches off the bed as her legs wrapped around his waist. Still at an angle, he managed to maneuver them over the edge of the bed with minimal discomfort. His socked foot on the floor slipped on the carpet. Turning their bodies, he took the brunt of the impact when he failed to catch his balance.

The wind was knocked out of him, but he still managed to laugh, and so did Rae. Usually, a woman’s laughter at such a moment was a bad sign, but not with them. He felt like he was teleported back in time.

Rae glanced down at his feet, or more accurately, his colorful socks. When she turned back to him with a raised eyebrow, he smiled.

“Still wearing loud socks, I see.” Yeah, it was something he still did, mostly because of her. She had bought him a new pair anytime she found a crazy-looking pair.

“Yep, they remind me of you.”

Rae’s laughs turned to sexy moans as she rubbed against him. Pulling his cock free from his boxers, Rae used it to slide her shorts and underwear to the side and sink down on him.

“Fuck,” he shouted, and she slapped her hand over his mouth. Shushing him between her moans and dying bouts of laughter.

“Home,” he chanted against her hand as he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.

Home.

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