Page 98 of Kismet

Stone is my missing piece, but a true paradox. He’s the one who shattered me, but also the only one who can make me feel whole.

“Let my mouth show you how much I missed you.” With his gaze locked on mine, he runs his tongue along the entire length of my cock before licking up the pre-cum that’s leaking from the slit.

“Fuuuck.” I hold myself up with my elbows so I can watch him. Something he said months ago has stuck with me. When we hooked up at that biker party, he admitted to not being with anyone since me. That confession holds so much weight, and I’ve thought about it many times since that night.

His heavy, glossy eyes close as he wraps his warm, wet mouth around the tip and his hand around the base. His tongue twirls around as if he’s savoring an ice cream cone, and his hand twists as he works my shaft up and down. The dual sensation is overwhelming, but in the best way.

Sinking down farther, he takes more of me into his mouth until I touch the back of his throat. He gags around me, pulling back some, before hollowing his cheeks and sucking me long and languid. His teeth graze the underside of my cock ever so gently, sending a zap of raw pleasure through my body. He’s taking his time. Each swipe of his tongue, stroke of his mouth, or caress of his hand is methodical.

His lips stretch to fit my length, and his eyes are filled with tears that are spilling out. When he looks up at me through the wet, dark eyelashes, his pupils are blown and he looks entranced, like bringing me pleasure truly gets him off. He ruts into the mattress as he continues to work me over with his mouth, moaning around me and sending mind-blowing vibrations through my body.

As he pulls off, he runs the flat of his tongue up and down the underside of my dick before he sucks on my balls, twirling his tongue around them. My toes curl and my head is thrown back, and just as the tingling sensation starts to work its way outward from my lower spine, I grab his shoulders, pulling him off.

“C’mere,” I manage. “I don’t want to come yet.”

I sit up while he does the same, and my lips crash against his in a bruising kiss. Our teeth nip at each other, tongues lashing out together. One of my hands ropes around the back of his neck, grabbing the short strands of hair at his nape, while my other reaches between us, dipping into his sweats and wrapping my palm around his thick, hot length.

He gasps into my mouth, and I swallow the sound as my hand firmly strokes him. He’s throbbing and dripping, and I want all of him. Ineedall of him. His fingers come up and tweak both of my nipples between his thumb and index, and it’s my turn to groan into his mouth.

I rip my lips from his and make my way down to his neck, nipping and sucking, not caring at all that it’s going to leave a mark. We can’t seem to get close enough to satisfy me. I need more.

Bringing my mouth up to his ear, I nip at the skin there as I tighten my grip on his cock. “Fuck me, please,” I whisper into his ear, not forgetting how wild “please” makes him when it’s coming from me. He growls, turning his face to meet mine, devouring my lips. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and the taste of the brazen hunger trickling off him in waves is potent.

Thunder roars seconds before lightning spider webs across the sky. The rain patters on my open window, and just like the night sky, my body is yearning for the relief only the storm between us can bring.

I’m done fighting. I’m done denying myself what my body aches for. I need Stone like thunder needs lightning.

Scooting back, I lay my head on the pillow as he comes up beside me. His dark, lust-filled eyes take me in as I watch him, our faces mere inches apart. My head is fuzzy, my hands are shaky, and my stomach flutters under his gaze. We’ve been intimate before, but this feelsdifferent. It feelsmore. Like there’s no going back once we cross this line. A line we’ve crossed many times in the past… but so much has changed. We’ve grown, yet we still made our way back to each other.

He cups my face, thumb softly rubbing my cheek as he looks into my eyes. His gaze has me entranced, and I don’t think I could look away even if I wanted to. The hand on my cheek trails down my body to my hip, where he holds it before placing a kiss on my forehead. When Stone speaks, his voice is cracked, like getting the words out is emotionally challenging for him, and I’m not at all prepared for what he says.

“I know I can never say it enough how sorry I am for what happened and how I handled things. But I need you to know that it’s always been you, Cash. From the moment we kissed in Portland outside of that bar—hell, if I’m being honest with myself, it was before that even—it’s been you who I’ve wanted. No one can make me feel the way you make me feel. Nothing has ever felt as right as when we’re together. You’re a part of me I didn’t know was missing until I lost you.”

My vision blurs with unshed tears, and there’s a golf ball size lump in my throat, making it hard to swallow. He continues, even as emotion fills his own eyes, never looking away from mine.

“I want to stare up at the stars with you on warm summer nights and sip hot chocolate by the fire with you on cold winter days. I think my soul recognized you right away. It knew. It knew you were it for me, and no matter what chaos we went through, no matter what fires we had to overcome, it would always lead me back to you, because souls don’t meet by accident. I firmly believe that. I love you wildly. And I think I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, I just didn’t know it.”

Tears pour down his face in steady streams as mine spill over too, soaking the pillow below me. The hand he has rested on my hip is keeping me grounded. An electrical current charges through his body and into mine with his words, but also with his touch. Ifeel—not just hear—everything he’s saying. It’s washing over me in thick waves, and I don’t know how to process it, so I don’t say anything. Instead, placing a quick teary kiss to his lips before I let him continue.

“I’ve never felt as lost as I did when I left you. After the dust settled with everything that happened that had caused me to leave, I felt cut open. A detrimental chunk of myself was missing. It wasalwaysyou. You were the chapter I didn’t know existed, the chapter I didn’t know the words to, not until I lost you. I was homesick for so long, but it wasn’t a place I was missing. It was you.”

He wipes my face, drying my tears as he stares into my soul. “I don’t expect you to say anything tonight, because even being here next to you is huge, and I know it’s a lot for you. So please don’t feel pressured to say anything at all. I just need you to know that I’m so fucking in love with you. Being near you is giving life to the husk of a man I’ve become since leaving you. I finally feel like I’m finally able to breathe again.”

Not knowing what to say, or even if Icouldsay anything right now, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and bring his lips down on mine. I pour everything I can’t say into this kiss. I close my eyes as tears continue to fall and I let myself drown in Stone because nothing else feels right.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Stone Philips

“I need you.” Cash is breathless as he tries unsuccessfully to shove my sweats off one handed. His gaze meets mine, and I can’t help but laugh at the way he pushes his bottom lip out into a pout. I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it.

I quickly shove them down, along with my boxers, tossing them on the floor beside the bed. Both of us are now completely naked, and I need more than anything to feel his skin against mine. Coming here tonight, I had no clue what to expect. He could’ve refused to hear what I had to say and kicked me out, or he could’ve listened, but decided it wasn’t enough. There wasn’t a single scenario in my head that landed me here… in his bed, confessing my love to him.

I’d be lying through my teeth if I said I wasn’t nervous about him waking up tomorrow and regretting all of this, or realizing I’m not worth the trouble. Even though he said he couldn’t or wouldn’t regret anything, it’s still a fear in the back of my mind.

Glancing down at him, an overwhelming sense of love and need washes over me. Gazing into his eyes, seeing the way he looks back at me… it feeds my starving soul, and I’m drowning in all the possibilities he and I could have. The life we could share together. All the mundane things we could experience together, if only he’d give me the chance.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” A shy, boyish smile tugs at his lips.

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