Page 62 of If You Never Come Back
“Shay, I’m so sorry, but I don’t have any, um, condoms.”
I frown at him.
“I just didn’t…” He clears his throat. “I never thought to…”
Leaning away, I roll to the side of the bed where my nightstand is, throw open the drawer, then pull out a condom.
“Good thing I’m always prepared.”
A second later, I’m back under him. He rips the condom wrapper with his teeth, rolls it on, and lines himself up with me.
And then his eyes meet mine. “I love you, Shay.”
He slides in before I can tell him that I love him too. Instead, all I can do is moan and howl at the instant pleasure. He starts slow, each thrust deliberate and firm and smooth. The sensations are almost too much, and I claw at his back and shoulders. There was always emotion behind our sex before, but this time there’s love. An all-encompassing love that’s mutual. It makes everything that much grittier, that much more vivid, that much more intense.
Every thrust is a reminder of just how far we’ve come, just how much Wes loves me.
“I love you too,” I say between pants.
My words seem to spur him on. As his eyes glaze over, the corner of his mouth twitches up into a smirk. He picks up speed, and the pleasure becomes almost too much. I reach down to rub myself as he leans up and repositions both of my ankles on his shoulders.
“Fuck, Shay. Yes. Just like that.”
I try to keep my eyes on him as long as I can, but at this angle, the pleasure borders on mind-numbing. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I swirl my hand until it hits the peak. Once more, I come undone.
This time when I flail, Wes has me by both legs, holding me steady. As the pleasure pulses through me, he holds his pace. Through my haze of ecstasy, I feel his body tense against mine. A beat later, there’s a growl and a shudder. And then we both still, our panting the only sound in this space.
Seconds pass before I’m able to see clearly again. But when our stares connect, it’s a whole new world. Because as Wes gazes down on me, it’s pure affection, pure love for me.
My legs still tremble from the orgasm aftershocks. Wes grips both of my ankles with gentle hands and sets me back on the bed. He lowers himself down next to me and hugs my body against his. I look up and catch him smiling at me. I suspect the smile on my face is just as pleasure-drunk as his.
“I love you, Shay. More than anything,” he whispers, his mouth pressed against my hair.
Emotion clogs my throat. “That means…” I drift off before I break.
He kisses my forehead, and I have to close my eyes. It’s such a tender action. I never thought I’d get to experience it with him ever again. Even now, even after we’ve declared our love to each other with our mouths and bodies, it still feels like a dream. And I never want to wake up.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’m here. Always.”
The pressure in my chest eases. “I love you, Wes. You’re my everything.”
I kiss his chest as he hugs me tighter. Together we doze for what feels like the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. When I open my eyes and sit up to look out the window, it’s well into the night.
“Wow,” I mumble, rubbing my eyes.
Wes yawns, before pulling me back down to lie on top of him.
I chuckle and glance up at the clock. “It’s almost midnight. I can’t believe we slept that long.”
“I can. We had a hell of a time in bed. That takes a lot out of a guy.”
I nudge him in the stomach with my elbow. “So you’re not annoyed we wasted the evening?”
With his thumb, he lifts my chin to look at him. “No time is ever a waste if it’s spent with you.”
I press a kiss to his lips, then nuzzle his neck. When I cough, Wes hops out of bed to fetch me a glass of water. I drain it instantly. He refills it and crawls back in, cuddling me once more.
“You know what would be perfect?” I gaze up at him.
