Page 92 of Explorer's Revenge
My forehead presses to his as pleasure spirals through me, growing stronger by the second. “M,” he whispers. “Please, God, you drive me crazy. You always have. Please, I don’t deserve it, don’t deserve you, but let me have you. Let me be yours.”
“You are,” I murmur as I grab his hand and press it to my chest, over my heart. “You are right here, and you’re never getting out now. You’re mine.”
His fingers curl in as he pulses inside me, and I know he’s close. His other hand reaches down and rubs my clit, and it sends me over the edge. Pleasure explodes through me, leaving me crying out as the force of my orgasm shakes my entire body.
“M, fuck, lift up. I can’t hold back.” He helps me up then pulls out just as he comes, splashing his hot release across my stomach and breasts as he grunts loudly. His eyes are screwed shut, his lips are parted in pleasure, and I drink in his reaction as I shiver in his embrace.
I slump into him before remembering his leg, then I carefully climb off him. My leg almost gives way, but I make my way to the bathroom, and once I’m cleaned up, I help him before crawling back into bed and into his open arms.
“Thank you, M,” he whispers as he kisses my head, “for still wanting me.”
“I’ve never wanted you more,” I murmur as I kiss his chest. “Get some sleep.”
Snuggling into his side, I hide my satisfied smile, but when I look up, he’s smiling too. His pain is forgotten, and his worries are gone. His hold tightens on me, and I never want to leave his embrace. I want to stay here forever.
FORTY-EIGHT
WAY
We are all giving Logan and Maeve time alone. It was obvious he needed it tonight. Our brother is hurting, and she’s his balm. Wilder and Rick fell asleep over an hour ago in Maeve’s old hospital bed, but I stare up at the ceiling from the floor next to the couch where Aiy sleeps. My mind won’t calm down.
One glimpse of my boyfriend’s chest and I’m like a horny teenager.
I’ve seen Aiyaret’s skin before, but it’s different now. He’s mine. He was oblivious of his effect on me, and I have no plans to push him or take this further until he’s ready. He might never be, and that’s fine with me.
I rise and head to the bathroom to take care of my rock-hard cock in hopes I can sleep. Sliding the door shut softly, I stare into the mirror. I look haggard with desire. My eyes are bright, my face is flushed, and my cock is tenting my pajama pants. I lean one hand on the counter and shove the other under my waistband, circling my length. My eyes shut as I remember the flash of his skin and the way his lips felt on mine. My imagination goes wild as I visualize my lips gliding down his body as I strip off his clothes.
“Way?” The innocent, soft question has my gaze jerking up and clashing with Aiyaret’s in the mirror as he lingers in the doorway. I was so lost in my fantasy, I didn’t even hear him open it.
My hand stills on my cock, even as it jerks in my grip. I trace my eyes over his face and lower.
“I, um . . . You weren’t there.” His cheeks blush as he realizes what I’m doing. “Is this because of Maeve?”
Choking on a laugh, I slide my hand along my length as I watch him, wondering what he sounds like when he comes. Would he blush like that for me? Would he fight? Cry?
“No,” I murmur. “It’s because of you,” I tell him truthfully, knowing he needs to hear it. “You stripped in front of me earlier. You’re my boyfriend, Aiyaret.”
“But you’ve seen me before.” He shuffles forward, glancing back into the room to check on the others.
“It’s different now,” I say, tightening my grip on my tip as I try my best to hold back. I dig my fingers into the counter to stop myself from reaching for him and sating my lust.
“Oh.” It’s all he says, but his eyes are locked on my hand in my pants, desire in his gaze as he shifts from foot to foot. I try to breathe through need so strong, it physically hurts.
“Aiyaret,” I warn, my cock jerking in my fist as his eyes clash with mine. He looks so fucking soft and innocent, it drives me crazy. “Go back to sleep.”
He stares at me for a heartbeat.
Then two.
“What if I don’t want to?” His soft words have me grunting as I thrust into my fist, wishing it were his touch. He’s right there, the thing I want most, but I won’t be like everyone else in his life.
His hand lingers on the door, and I see him hesitate.
“If you shut that door, I’m not holding back,” I warn. It’s a threat, a promise, so he’ll turn away and I won’t feel like a total tyrant.
Licking his lips, he stares at me for a moment before he steps fully into the room and shuts the door behind him. “I didn’t ask you to,” he says, and it’s all the permission I need.
I slam him back against the door as my lips crash onto his. I try to slow down, to be gentle, but I need him too much. My fingers circle his throat while my other slides down to his waist and under his shirt, caressing his chest. He gasps, opening his mouth and letting my tongue in.
