Page 107 of Pit Stop

“Your shoulder.”

“It’s healing.”

He grinds against me, and I feel everything inside of me light up.

“We should wait. We should fucking wait.”

“Please don’t make me,” he whines. “Just…please don’t make me wait any longer.”

Skye leans forward and kisses me, groaning against my mouth. I can’t help but lick inside, tasting him. His hand is in my hair, holding me tightly as I pull him onto my lap.

He’s frail, but still strong. So fucking strong. Maybe he’s right. Maybe us being together like this is what can make him better.

My hands move up his shirt, touching his warm skin. He shivers against me, a moan pulled from his throat as I continue to thrust my tongue slowly against his.

“Oh gods,” he groans, pulling away and trembling slightly. “You feel so good.”

“You do too,” I tell him, thrusting my hips against his.

He presses his lips onto mine again, grinding into me. And for the first time in weeks, I’m hard. I throb.

I want him in every way. I want to spend the rest of the day inside of him. The rest of the week. The year.

I want forever with him.

“Fuck me,” Skye whispers, begging.

“Slow.”

“Fuck. Me.”

“Skye-light. We need to go slow.”

He grumps at that, pressing his lips back onto mine and grinding against my hard cock. It’s torture, but I refuse to fuck him until he’s healed—his shoulder at least.

So I just sit there, letting him whine and writhe against me for what feels like hours, until his injured arm extends from the sling and wraps around me.

“Now. Please,” is all he can say as he pulls his shirt off over his head.

I don’t even hesitate. I pull him up into my arms and walk us back to the bedroom.

A growl leaves me as I set him gently on the bed and work on taking off the rest of his clothes.

Even though he’s lost weight, he’s still beautiful. The most gorgeous guy I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Take yours off too,” Skye demands, his cheeks turning pink. The most color I’ve seen on him since he arrived back in town.I did that, I think. Me.

I slowly strip naked, giving him a show, and when I’m completely bare, I slide my body against his. His legs curl around my waist and our cocks rub together, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I needed this. I needed him.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell him as I kiss my way across his neck, right to his ear. “You’re perfect.”

I can hear his soft sobs as he holds me to him tightly.

But I’m not lying. I’m telling the truth.

All my truths.

“I love you,” I whisper, and he gasps in shock.

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