Page 81 of Dr. Stone
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he panted, pounding harder, his mouth sealing over mine as if we could devour each other’s need.
My legs fell open, giving him everything. The room blurred, my body on fire, and for a second it felt less like sex and more like satisfying an addiction we both couldn’t deny.
“You have to tell me if you’re close—we don’t have a condom,” I gasped, the last flicker of control before desire drowned it out.
“Yeah,” he gritted, his pace relentless, my orgasm rising sharp and hot.
“I want to taste you,” I whispered, feral with want.
That broke him. My body shattered around him, clenching hard, forcing him deeper until he pulled free with a curse. In an instant, his cock was at my lips, thick and urgent, and I took him down with greedy abandon.
I gripped his tight ass, feeling the tremor in his muscles as he gave in, spilling hot and heavy into my mouth. I swallowed him, eyes open, watching his roll back as he groaned through the last pulses of release, vulnerable in a way I’d never seen.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, pulling back slowly, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. “You’re so goddamn hot.”
We collapsed together, breathless, ready to sink into the afterglow we’d both craved for too long—until Brandon’sperfectly timed cry shattered the silence, leaving us no choice but to laugh.
“Let me go get your new best bud,” I sighed.
“You stay here and take your time,” he said, giving me a simple kiss to my throat before pushing up from the bed.
I used the moment to take in his rock-hard body. The guy must’ve lifted at least twice daily after his morning runs. He was simply just gorgeous and beyond what I could ever desire in a man.
As much as I would’ve loved to stay here lost in lustful thoughts of the man, I couldn’t. I needed to clear my head and get back into mom-mode, so I was grateful Jace and Brandon had bonded earlier enough so that Jace could grab him and meet me up on deck while we both let the salty ocean breezes cool off the heat we’d stirred up from our quickie.
By the time I climbed onto the deck, Jace already had Brandon scooped in one arm, holding him with that easy, natural confidence I wasn’t used to seeing in men who weren’t the child’s father. He had Brandon perched on his hip like he’d done it a thousand times, and then there was my son, beaming in Jace’s arms as if it was the only place he wanted to be.
“Captain Brandon,” Jace said with mock seriousness, pointing to the polished teak wheel. “Are you ready to take command?”
I laughed at the silliness of it all, watching from where I sat on the cushioned bench near the stern. Beyond the humor of it all, my heart swelled at Brandon’s excited reaction, clapping his hands with all the joy of a one-year-old about to inherit the family business.
Jace helped him grip the wheel, guiding his tiny hands across the leather-wrapped rim. Brandon made a high-pitched sound that was half squeal, and half roar, like he was sailing into battle and loving every second of it.
Jace glanced at me over his shoulder, his smile crooked, his voice soft but sure. “He’s a natural.”
“Clearly. Must be genetic,” I teased, leaning back on my palms. “All the charm, none of the formal training.”
He laughed and kissed the top of Brandon’s head, and the sight of this strong, complicated man so effortlessly letting my son into his world did something sharp and gentle to my chest. For a moment, it was just the three of us—the wind in the sails and the morning sun on our skin.
It was all so beautiful and yet also a bit terrifying because even though it was perfect, I had a nagging fear that it could be gone as quickly as it had manifested. I didn’t know how to quiet these emotions, which seemed to haunt me whenever I was happy and comfortable, but I would try my damn hardest to ignore them.
THIRTY-SEVEN
Jace
Our dayout on the boat was perfect, even better than I ever expected. I hadn’t gone into this thing looking for something dreamy or romantic. I came in with zero expectations and just let it unfold, and maybe that’s why it ended up feeling so damn rewarding.
Now here I was, holding her hand while carrying her passed-out son in my other arm. His tiny head rested on my shoulder, his drool beginning to soak through my shirt, and I realized how dangerously beautiful it all was. It was all very foreign to me, of course, but I think that’s what I enjoyed most about it.
The Jace I knew from a month ago? That guy was gone. He got forced out of existence when this woman came crashing into my life, never leaving my mind since. All the things that should’ve scared the hell out of me before were exhilarating instead. I couldn’t explain how I went from chasing every beautiful woman who’d have me to feeling completely content with this gorgeous one at my side and another man’s child, fastasleep in my arms like I was his dad. I just had to admit to myself that everything about this was precisely what had been missing from my life, and now that I had it, I wasn’t letting it slip through my fingers.
“Stay with me tonight,” I said, my voice low and earnest. “Both of you.”
Her eyes shifted from the vibrant, shimmering green they’d held all day out at sea, and the golden flecks that usually lit them up melted into a darker, more serious shade of amber. “I have no clothes here for him,” she said, smiling, but her somber eyes told me she wanted to finish what we started on Jake’s yacht and now my boat.
“Not a problem,” I said. “I’ll just take my bike up to your place after you’re sound asleep, and?—”
“I need to get Duke from the sitter before seven tonight,” she said, her expression crossed between stunned and humored.
