Page 90 of Uprising

I don’t know how long we hug before my tears dry and Ghost lets me go. Sliding over to the bench, I let my body fall, feeling exhausted.

For so long, it felt like the world was crumbling beneath my feet. Every step forward was just another fight, another loss. But now watching Ghost and Rue talk amongst themselves, Mallory and Noah sing at the top of their lungs while a guy—Maverick—drives; everything feels okay.

Noah’s friends are alive. My best friend, while one is gone, sits there with a smile on his face. This weight no longer sits heavy on my chest.

I sit there, staring at Noah, catching his eye. He mutters something to Mallory before falling into the seat beside me.

“You know, during all this, I never got to say something to you.”

“Yeah, and what’s that?” I ask, smiling over at him.

“I love you.”

“And I love you.” Leaning forward, I slam my lips against his, not caring that everyone can see us. Not caring that my body is screaming at me.

Because, somehow against all odds, we all made it.

Epilogue 1

NOAH

He reaches forward, running his fingers through my blond, curly locks before cupping the back of my head. I swallow the saliva that begins to pool in my mouth. Cupping his balls, they feel heavy in my hands as my lips part, ready for a taste.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” Reed demands. Holding the base of his cock, he taps his tip against my mouth. Opening wide, Reed slowly pushes himself into my mouth. I hold my breath as I feel his tip hit the back of my throat. He holds himself there, buried deep inside my mouth.

“Fuck,” he mutters. Pulling out slowly, my saliva coats his cock. He pushes back in, my throat expanding as he doesn’t stop until my nose hits his pubic bone.

Reed's thrusts grow more forceful, my eyes struggling to stay locked on his. My cock leaks at the sounds coming from Reed. His grip tightens in my hair again.

“That’s it, love, take it like a good boy,” he growls.

His hips snap forward, his thick length buried so deep inside that my eyes water, blurring my vision. Reed holds himself there for a long minute, watching me struggling around him. His nostrils flare, and his expression tenses.

Suddenly he’s pulling back, barely giving me time to catch my breath before he’s pulling me up, capturing my lips in his. I moan into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Reed trails his hands down my bare back, gripping my ass cheeks. My breath hitches when he pulls them apart, a finger pressing against my hole. Between Reed’s tongue dancing around mine and his finger teasing me, I’m shivering against him. Anticipation grabs me around the throat. As much as I want to drag this on, I want him inside me. It’s been too long—two hours to be exact. But it feels like forever.

“Reed,” I whine.

“Patience, love.”

I bite down on his lip before kissing it better. I shouldn’t push him, but I need him like I need air.

My breath hitches as he pushes his finger into me, sliding it in and then out. I try to push back—smack.

“Fuck,” I hiss against his mouth. A low chuckle leaves him as he squeezes my asscheek. Eventually he adds a second finger and then a third. Scissoring me open, I wither against him, barely able to hold on. My cock leaks profusely, dripping onto his bare stomach.

Reed removes his finger, making me whine. I pull back slightly, watching him reach over to the side table and grab a bottle of lube. I smile, glad Mallory pointed out a sex shop on our way back to the cabin. Don’t get me wrong, I’d fuck without lube, especially with Reed.

Squeezing a good amount onto the fingers, he reaches back once more, lubing my hole.

“Oh God,” I breathe, my finger digging into the pillow behind him. Reed smiles, removing his fingers before I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. I hold my breath as he presses into me, sliding all the way until his hip bones hit my ass.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He hisses, pulling back before thrusting into me again.

“Yes, yes, fuck,” I moan. He moves faster, the bed creaking under pressure. His hands grip my ass, pulling my cheeks apart as he fucks me. Our eyes lock, emotions pouring out. My cock rubs against his stomach, my balls drawing up tight.

“I–I’m—fuck, you’re going to make me cum,” I mumble, slamming my lips against his.

“Hmm, I think you can wait.”

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