Page 38 of Choose Me

I barely get the words out before my balls tighten and my body clenches, shaking violently as I explode all over his fist and my chest. It’sthemost intense orgasm I’ve had. Ever. And I swear it goes on for hours, my muscles contracting tightly as I try to expel every drop of come I have in my body.

I collapse back onto the pillows, my mind absolutely blank and my body utterly drained as aftershocks pulse through me. Erik thrusts into his fist, groaning as his gaze locks on mine. It only takes a few strokes before he tenses and comes all over my chest. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

I raise my arms and motion for him to lie with me, needing to press myself against him with no space between us. He smiles tiredly and drops beside me, one arm flung over my chest and a leg hooked over mine. I roll onto my side and tuck in against him, not caring about the mess.

The room is silent except for our heavy breathing. I’m exhausted but I manage to keep my eyelids open, even though I really want to sleep. Erik’s expression is tender, and squeezes at my heart. When he leans in and presses a kiss to my lips, then rests his forehead against mine, I can hardly breathe past my emotions. “Hey.”

I rub the tip of my nose against his. “Hey.”

“You all right?”

“Mmm. Very.” My eyes drift closed as what’s left of my energy drains. I don’t care that I’m naked on top of the covers or that there’s come dripping down my chest. Erik is radiating enough heat to keep me warm. Plus, I’m only going to rest for a bit.

My eyes snap open as a warm, wet cloth touches my skin. “Shhh,elskling. It’s me. I’m just cleaning you up.”

I force my eyes open, fear niggling at the edges of my sleepy brain. “Don’t go.” I grip his wrist, like I have any hope of keeping him in place if he truly wants to move. “Stay with me?” Erik brushes my hair back from my face and I make myself sit up. “Please.”

He searches my eyes and then nods, a small smile on his lips. “All right,elskling. Let me put this in the bathroom.”

“Then you’ll come back to bed?” He nods again and brushes a finger along my jaw. “Okay.” I let go of his wrist and watch him pad to the bathroom, the beautiful muscles in his back and ass flexing with each movement. While I shuffle under the covers, I hear him rinse then wring out the cloth. When he comes back into the room, I hold my breath, wondering if he’ll actually stay or if he’s come up with a reason to get dressed, go home, and pretend this never happened.

But I shouldn’t have worried. True to his word, Erik walks to the bed and pulls back the blankets, slipping in beside me before reaching back and turning off the light. His large hand slides over my hip to my lower back and pulls me against him. I tuck my head under his chin and press my nose into his neck, breathing him in. His arm tightens around me, and sleep pulls me under.

13

Erik

Thesoundsofakey in a lock and the clunk of a deadbolt opening jolt me awake. Blinking, I try to clear my vision and piece together where I am. I’m definitely not in Bjorn’s guest room. A soft mewl of protest is the only warning I get before Jules tries to burrow into my side, reminding me where I am and who I’m with. Chuckling, I kiss his head and pull him closer. “I think Quinn’s home.”

Jules pushes himself up, head-butting me under the chin in the process. I groan and clutch my jaw as he rubs the side of his head. “Shit! I’m sorry, Erik. Are you okay?”

I nod and pull him back down, tucking him firmly against me. “I’m fine. I just need cuddles to feel better. How’s your head?”

He snickers and rolls his hips. “Which one?”

“Funny man.” I roll over him, pinning him to the mattress, and he laughs, wiggling his hips beneath me. “Should I kiss each of them better?”

The flash of lust in Jules’ eyes has my own morning wood firmly at attention. “Yes. You should.”

Before I even move, there’s a soft knock on the door. “Jules?” Shit. I forgot about Quinn.

“Um, hey. Good morning.” Jules looks up at me with an expression that can only be described as amused panic.

There’s a slight pause before Quinn speaks again. “So, uh, I assume from the boots in the hall, the coat on the arm of the loveseat, and the two inside-out T-shirts on the living room floor that Erik’s here. I just wanted to make sure you guys knew I was home, so neither of you come out of your room half dressed or something.” I’m sure it’s the ‘or something’ that he’s most concerned about.

Jules buries his face in my chest and snickers. “Oh, my god.”

When he doesn’t respond to Quinn, I do. “Thanks. We’ll make sure we’re not naked.” Jules lets out a squeak, and I’m guessing it’s from embarrassment. “What was I supposed to say?”

He pinches my side. “Not naked? Really?” He sighs and places a quick kiss to my chest. “I supposed I should go out there and say hello. Do you want coffee?”

The idea of morning coffee with him makes me stupidly happy. “Words cannot espresso how much I would love that.”

Jules snickers but shakes his head. “No. No puns in the bedroom.”

I gasp. “Oh, no! There’s already trouble brewing between us!”

“Erik! No!” I can feel him laughing even though he’s trying to be quiet. “Get off me. I need to get out to the kitchen before Quinn thinks we’re getting up to something.”

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