Page 95 of Absolutely Pucked
He laughed, the sound almost broken, and his hands moved to my hips, squeezing me tightly. “Yeah. That’s how I felt too. You made it very obvious that I never knew what being in love was like.”
Closing my eyes tightly, I took another breath. “I’m in love with you too.”
He let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob and shook his head.
I started to feel another zing of panic. Was that the wrong thing to say? “Killian, I—please tell me you had some idea.”
He pulled his head back and looked at me, eyes red and watery, grin small. “Oh, I had every idea, sweetheart. The way you looked at me gave me hope, and that scared the hell out of me. I can’t believe I’m here.”
“I can’t believe it either. You’re such a stubborn ass?—”
“I know.”
“—I didn’t think anyone was going to get you to see reason. I would have if you hadn’t blocked me…”
He kissed me quiet for a second. “I’m not going to live that down, am I?”
“Mmm…no.” I grinned as he laughed. “On our deathbeds, I’m going to be holding your hand and saying—” I affected my old man voice. “—‘Remember the time you ghosted me when you thought your brother was going to kick your ass?’”
He burst into another fit of laughter and held me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. “Love you so fucking much. I need you.” His tone turned desperate again ashe tipped his head to the side and began to gnaw at the tendon along my neck. “Can I have you? Please, please, gorgeous. Let me?—”
“Yes.” I wanted nothing else in the world. There wasn’t a chance I was getting up to get lube, and if I knew Killian, I knew he hadn’t come prepared out of his continued false sense that everything was going to turn out wrong for him.
But as much as I wanted to feel him deep inside me, I realized in that moment there was time for that. There was forever. He was mine, I was his, and I would literally fight every single thing on the planet to keep it that way.
Spreading my thighs a bit more, I leaned back and thrust up. “Touch me.”
He groaned softly as he reached between us, pulling the pajama pants down until they were cradled behind my balls. He held my cock as his other hand moved to pull his own dick out. It was only in that moment that I noticed we were wearing matching bottoms.
“You fucking nerd.”
“Hmm…oh.” He looked down, and his face bloomed brightly as he blushed. “Yeah. Uh…I saw them and thought they might be cute. They’re silly, I know.”
“They’re perfect,” I insisted, then thrust my cock forward, sending the tip sliding up his length.
There were no words after that. He gasped, groaned, then closed his hand around the both of us as I began to fuck his fist in earnest. My hips ached, but the sound of my ass slapping up and down on his thighs was worth it.
And so was the waterfall of moans pouring from hislips. He groaned like he’d never felt better. He groaned like he’d never been touched like this.
Never been loved like this.
And the painful truth was, he probably hadn’t. And neither had I. In that, he was my first. My only. And I wanted to be his.
I turned my head, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, gasping as I chased my orgasm. Tensions had been so high that it didn’t take long before I was damn near shouting, my cock going thick, kicking in his hand as it spurted between us. The slickness of my come had him following after, and his hand slid over us both, rapid-fire and shaky as he grunted into my mouth.
It was over as quickly as it had gotten started. Not a slow burn but an abrupt and sudden silence as the last tendrils of pleasure began to fade.
It got awkward for a few seconds as he took off his T-shirt and cleaned us up, but as he fell back against the cushions and pulled me with him, that feeling began to settle into something better. Something familiar.
It was the word he’d used before: home.
“I have to go to California in a few weeks to settle my divorce. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. I spoke to an attorney, who said we should be able to get a date pretty quick since we’ve been in mediation for so long.”
I hummed, feeling a tiny twinge of insecurity touch my spine. “When you see her again, do you think you’ll?—”
“No.”
I glared up at him. “You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
