Page 91 of The Operators

Without thinking about it, I kiss him back, running my fingers up into his hair. His hands run up and down my back as his lips move over mine. We’re both breathless when he pulls back, leaning his forehead up against mine.

“I love you,” he breathes out.

I pinch my lips together to hold back my smile. “Yeah, I know.”

He pulls me in closer, shaking his head with a smile. “No, Thea. I’m in love with you.”

I stare back at him, afraid to even think. I blink a few times before speaking. “Are you sure?”

“More than anything in the world,” he says, leaning down and pressing his lips back against mine.

He bends down, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I hold onto his neck, our lips never parting as he walks us down the backyard to the treehouse. He sets me down at the bottom of the ladder, barely giving me a moment before pushing me up it and following behind.

I laugh as we tumble onto the small mattress on the floor. He’s on top of me, kissing my lips and neck. “Don’t you think people are going to notice we disappeared?” I ask as his lips run up my jaw.

“I don’t fucking care,” he breathes out, already inching his hands underneath the sweatshirt he just made me put on.

His hands are cold against my skin, and it tickles a little when he touches my stomach. I let out a small giggle. “Dressing me just to undress me, huh? Doesn’t seem very efficient.”

He hides his face in the crook of my neck. “Christ, Thea. Can you be serious for even one second?” he asks with a laugh.

He pops his head up, smiling at me. I bite my lip, trying to not let another laugh escape. “I love you too.”

It’s not the first time I’ve said those words to a boy, but it’s the first time I’ve really meant them. This isn’t just passion or a desire to be wanted. He’s my protector and provider. He’s my shelter and my home. He’s my best friend. He’s there for me when I need him. Even when he doesn’t want to be. He never stops loving me, not when he’s mad or angry, not when I’m being unreasonable or bratty, not even when I’m off trying to love someone else. He accepts me for who I am, flaws and damage.He doesn’t rush me to fix or change myself. He’s just there for the ride when I’m trying to heal.

He takes a deep breath before exhaling. “You really shouldn’t have said that,” he says with a grin.

I squeal as his fingers dig into my side. I try to push him away, throwing my head back laughing. “No, please! Stop! Stop!”

He relents, towering over me. He cups my jaw, placing a gentle kiss against my lips. “You exhaust me, Thea Marie.”

“Good,” I say, grabbing his head and pulling him back in.

We take turns undressing each other, not in any hurry even though all our friends and family are right inside. He takes his time, kissing along each new area of clothing he’s removed until we’re both naked.

He kisses my lips, spreading my legs apart and pushing himself inside of me. I gasp against his mouth as he stretches me open. He moves in and out of me slowly, cupping my jaw as he kisses my lips. We fall into rhythm as I lift my hips every time he pushes back inside of me until the friction between our bodies creates so much electricity that I can barely handle the sensation.

“Mack,” I moan.

He bites my bottom lip, dragging his teeth along it. “Yeah, baby,” he says, thumbing my nipple as he pushes back inside of me again.

“I need more,” I beg, panting for him.

He gives me one last kiss before grabbing my thigh more firmly in his hand and thrusting his dick inside of me harder. My head falls back against the mattress as he slams inside of me harder and faster until every vein and every muscle in his body is begging to let go.

“Thea,” he pleads. “Give it to me baby. Please.”

I let go, allowing my body to take over. My pussy clamps down around his cock as every muscle in my body tightens andthen bursts into spasms of euphoria. His mouth drops before he lets out a groan that makes my brain melt. Fuck! He looks so sexy coming apart. I feel his hot cum explode inside of me, and I take it all in as he continues moving in and out of me until he collapses on top of me.

Our sweaty bodies mold together as he lays on top of me, still inside of me. “Fuck,” he murmurs, trying to gather himself.

We stay in that position until he starts leaking down my legs. “Here,” I say, grabbing a few tissues from the random tissue box sitting on the ground.

He places them under his dick as he pulls out of me, wiping up as much cum as he can before collapsing back down next to me. He pulls me up against his chest, wrapping his arms around me and placing a kiss against the side of my head.

All my energy is drained, and neither one of us speaks for a few minutes as my eyes get droopier and droopier listening to the sound of his heart and feeling his breath with every rise and fall of his chest.

He lightly brushes his hand over my hair. “Let me talk to Trevor first,” he says.