Page 98 of The Truth of Our Past

“Should we exchange now?” Von’s assessing eyes try to figure out if we’re on the same page.

“I’m not going out in the rain to get my gift from the bunkhouse.” I assume we have similar gifts, and I’m impatient to see what he has for me.

“I’ve been waiting to see you in my gift.”

My cock jumps, knowing I’m right. He bought me something to wear and I’ll do anything to prove to him that I’m all in. I’ll wear a necklace like Shane that attaches to a leash, or a hood over my face if he’s feeling angry, or a cock cage if he’s feeling mean.

“Baby, whatever you have, I’m yours.”

Von melts at my words and gets up to rummage through his suitcase in the corner. He hasn’t unpacked. He’s been here for weeks, living as if this is temporary. My heart leaps at that thought. He’s telling the truth. He’s not staying here with long-term goals.

He pulls me off the bed and in front of the old-fashioned mirror and tilts it to the right angle for us.

“Close your eyes,” Von instructs as his fingers skim my waist and our eyes lock in the mirror. “I’d like you to start off soft as well.”

“Well, we can’t always get what we want. You’re touching me and staring at me with fuck-me eyes, so only an act of God will kill my hard-on.”

My stubborn man nods and begins to unwrap a box. “You’ll have to meet my mother.” His voice is conversational, but my stomach crashes to the floor and my hard-on loses its strength. He tips his chin at me in the mirror. “I told you to close your eyes.”

I obey but am off-kilter in danger of falling over or through the floor or into another dimension. Bringing up his mother is a well-played boner killer. My cock isn’t totally soft yet, but his mother’s given an interview proclaiming I’m not the object of her son’s affection, insisting he’ll marry a Swede and...oh fuck.

Von taps one leg as a signal for me to lift it so he can dress me. “You know, we never really discussed details of having kids. Do you want them?”

Yup, now my erection has not only deflated, my balls are retreating into my body in protest as if he’s asking them to give him a sperm sample right now to produce a wrinkly, wailing, tiny version of me. The world does not need that. I, in fact, don’t want that—ever.

What if kids are a deal breaker? My heart wants to gallop away but freezes like a block of ice. I came all this way, figured my shit out, by some miracle got Von to forgive me and tell me he loves me, only for it to go up in flames over children. Everything in meis screaming to fall to his feet and confess and hope it’s not the end.

Von taps my other leg, and I distract myself with the silky material. He loves me in soft, sexy underwear.

The silk gliding up my legs feels incredible. He must’ve spent a fortune.

“Kärlek, you’re hyperventilating. Are you okay?” His fingers trace the contours of my ass. My eyelids lift, but he makes a shushing noise and whispers, “Keep them closed a minute longer.”

His body rises from the floor and that’s when I notice nothing is covering my cock and balls. The material floats on my hips. My mind searches for a mental picture but comes up empty, still stuck on the possible demise of our relationship. I refuse to walk away from the best person in my life. With my mind made up, I fill my lungs with air and let my body sag against his. I’ll follow wherever he leads, no matter what. We are meant to be together. He’s mine and I’m his.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I knew you’d be stunning, butmin kärlek, I can barely breathe at the sight of you. This is just for us. Only us. The two of us together…forever.”

I’m nodding so hard my neck might fly off my shoulders, but he’s saying exactly what I’m thinking, and it's only right that I doeverything in my power to stay with this man who has taught me how forever love feels.

Von

Comatose by Skillet

Alec’s panic echoes through my body, but he’s recovering. As expected, bringing up my mother and children causes his dick to deflate like a balloon losing air. I hope he forgives me for purposely causing him to go soft. The visual should be worth it.

“Open your eyes,” I say with my mouth against his ear, bringing a delicious shiver up his spine with goosebumps popping up on his arms.

My love hesitates, eyelids fluttering as if he’s unsure. “You are a vision,kärlek. I’m hoping we’re on what you Americans call the same page, and we will be the fabulous childless couple who are the envy of all our friends.”

Alec’s eyes pop open, wide as saucers, meeting mine in the mirror. He’s elated and possibly shocked, not focused on the gorgeous material covering his glorious body.

“You did that on purpose.” He laughs, reaching around to pinch my bare ass. “If I didn’t love you so much, I’d call you terrible, vile words right now.”

I watch myself nod solemnly with my head on his shoulder. “Look down.”

Alec’s breath catches as he takes in the blood-red mulberry silk skirt that I special ordered for him. It’s stunning, hanging from his hips to the middle of his thighs.

“It’s the color of my heart.” My fingertips glide along the sides of the fabric where he can see them. “I’m addicted to the powerful feel of your body when it’s covered in silk. Seeing your strength.” I pull the fabric to the side to highlight his thigh muscles. “Watching you get hard and showing me your lust.”

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