Page 302 of Labor of Love

“I’ve been ready, you asshole.” There was no heat in Micah’s voice, only need.

I moved the rest of the way up, catching his lips as I covered him with my body. Staying braced on one hand, I used the other to guide myself to his messy entrance, pressing inside with almost no resistance. One easy thrust, and I was buried inside the perfect heat of him.

“Fuck,” I said, voice strangled and leaving no doubt how effected I was. “How is it better every time?”

“I don’t know,” Micah moaned. “Now fucking move.Come on.”

And well, there was no denying him anymore. I braced myself and pulled out enough to slam back in, setting a punishing rhythm right from the start.

Micah reached up and pressed a hand to the wall, keeping himself in place and meeting my every thrust.

Within minutes, I could feel my knot beginning to swell.

“Yes,” Micah hissed. “I want it. Give it to me.”

“It’s yours.” I dropped further onto him, claiming his lips and grinding forward, locking my knot inside him.

His whole body locked up, body tight as a bow string until the tension snapped. Pulling in a stuttering breath, he came in heavy, hot ropes all over his belly and mine without me evenhaving to put a hand on him. I kept moving through it, my knot pressed against his prostate and drawing out his ecstasy.

My own release slammed into me, sending quivers through my limbs and obliterating every thought in my head.

When I came back to myself, Micah was stroking a gentle hand through my hair. At some point, I’d tucked my face against his neck. My hips were still moving in gentle circles, my knot firmly gripped in the hot clutch of Micah’s body.

“I needed that,” he said, voice quiet and sated.

I hummed. “Me too.”

His fingers stilled. “Think it’ll be the last time?”

I wasn’t ready to let reality into our little bliss bubble just yet, at least not until my knot went down. Snuggling further into him, I wrapped my arms up under his shoulders. “I don’t know, but I’m going to pretend it isn’t.”

His laugh was soft. “Okay, big guy.”

2

Five Weeks Later

Micah

I’d never been more grateful for a training day. For weeks, I’d been feeling off. My head hurt, my stomach wouldn’t settle, and I just felt wrong in my skin.

Not that training days were necessarily easy, but they did mean we wouldn’t be in a situation where lives were potentially hanging in the balance.

I could feel Nash’s eyes on me as I finished strapping on my gear. We would be running various simulations this morning before some classroom work in the afternoon. It was the first time in my life I was looking forward to the classroom portion of the day.

“You okay?” Nash’s voice came from closer than I was expecting, startling me.

Instead of jumping, I willed my body to still, but I knew he’d seen enough. I grimaced. “Yeah, just not feeling great. Gladwe’re gearing up for training instead of heading out into the field.”

“Do you need to sit this morning out?”

I shut my locker and scowled. “I don’t sit out.” The only work I’d ever missed had been over the worst flu in the history of the world and when my father died. Nash knew that.

He lifted his hands in surrender. “I know, I know. Just…”

When he hesitated, I frowned harder. “What, dude?”

He took a hard breath and met my stubborn gaze with one of his own. “Your scent is off. It’s been off. I’m worried you’ve caught something or you’re coming down with something.”

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