Page 152 of Covenant

“Everyone will know what we did out here,” he says, turning to face me, looking unbothered by the fact that he’s completely ruined.

“Good. Show them that you’re mine.” I move toward him, tucking myself away and grabbing his softening cock in my hand, tugging on it gently. “And you know what I want to do with what’s mine?”

His eyes flare as I lower my lips to his, and he whispers, “What, Wy? What are you going to do to me?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

* * *

We managed to make it out without anyone stopping us to ask why we were leaving. I suspect it had something to do with Matthias’s brothers intervening and keeping everyone away. When we slunk out of the alley, we realized that the reason we weren’t disturbed was because Cade was guarding the entrance.

“Don’t worry,” he’d said, gesturing to the earbuds in his ears. “Couldn’t hear a thing.”

We made it two steps away before he called out again. “Not sure if Dalton did the same at the other end though.”

I had to persuade Matthias not to go and punch either of his brothers, insisting it’d only slow us down. Besides, I could see they were trying to look out for us.

In that warped way of theirs.

We make it back to his place in record time. The driver doesn’t question my request to get us there as quickly as possible, just does as I ask.

And doesn’t speak again. Which is good, because Matthias and I are in no state to talk. He’s on my lap, hands in my hair, cock now rock hard again and pressed against my stomach.

As we exit the car and stumble through the front door, our lips fused together, I realize how much I’ve missed this place. The house I was making a home. At the time, I’d told myself I wasn’t, but I was. I’d been planning for a future with him all along. I just hadn’t realized it.

I lost it once. Lost Matt twice.

That’ll never happen again. I don’t give a fuck if I have to fight for us every damned day, that’s what I’ll do.

It’s the least he deserves. The leastwedeserve. I may not agree with how he went about everything, but I understand why.

It was to protect me. To make me happy.

Everything he’s ever done has had me at the center.

It’s time I do the same for him.

As we stumble through the foyer, Matthias’s hands are tugging on my suit jacket, and moments later, we’re both naked. My eyes rove across his chest and I stop, my fingers brushing against a healing scar near his raven tattoo.

“Is this from your recent work at The Firm?” I ask, feeling my chest constrict knowing how much danger he’s put himself in. To forget. To try and make it through the heartbreak.

“Yes.”

“Promise me. No more putting yourself in unnecessary danger. No. More.”

My forehead hits his, and I bite at his bottom lip, making him tremble.

“Promise.”

That word has me leading him to the bathroom where we step under the warm spray of the shower, and I proceed to wash him. When he’s thoroughly clean, I fall to my knees, his ass cheeks spread as I eat him out again. He might be sore, but he lets me do it all the same. I think it’s my new addiction.

Scratch that, Matt is my addiction.

I missed this. Tasting him. Touching him. The desperate little sounds he makes as he’s about to come.

And it’s not just the sex. It’s everything. His sleepy smiles in the morning. How he listens intently while I talk. The way he shelters me when I’m afraid. His warm laughter.

I missed it all. Fuck, how I’ve missed him.

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