Page 10 of Unicorns Forever
Micah coasted a soapy hand up my glittery chest, pulling me against him, and I grinned as I leaned my head against his shoulder and looked up at him through the steam and water.
Micah Ross-Bloom wasdazzling.
There had been one or two comments thrown my way, over the past year and a bit, about how our age difference wouldn’t work in the long-term and that one or both of us would soon come to our senses, and blah blah, but I’d never been as confident about anything in my life as I was about the man behind me and the future we were building together…
A future that was totally going to include annual Unicorn Triathlons—at least while someone had kids young enough to enjoy them—and therefore annual opportunities to out-unicorn my someday brother-in-law, Fenn.
“You really think our team has potential, huh?”
Micah’s laugh rumbled through me. “Oh, honey, I think Team Ross-Bloom has unlimited potential.”
I turned in the circle of his arms and lifted my hands to clasp them behind his neck. “But if you wanna win, we need to start training and planning next year’s costumesimmediately.”
He trailed his big hand from my shoulder over my nipple and down my abs before wrapping it around both of us. All the breath escaped my lungs on a shuddering exhale as he tightened his grip and worked us together. “Immediately, huh?”
I noticed he hadn’t said a word about costumes, plural, and while it was probably not fair to hold a man to an agreement he’d only implicitly made, and under extenuating circumstances at that, I was totally not above doing it. In fact, it was kind of my MO, and he knew it.
“Okay, maybe notimmediately-immediately,” I allowed, running my teeth over his chin in a way I knew would drive him insane. “We can… We can…Oh, fuck, that’s good!We can enjoy the party today, and then… maybe tomorrow… our team can… We can…Shit, Micah, don’t stop. Hmmpf.”
I pulled his head down to mine so our open mouths could crash together. The heat and the taste of him were familiar and as essential to me as sunshine, and just like that I was aching with the need to come. Micah had taught me to enjoy slow, thorough lovemaking… but this was not that, and neither of us wanted it to be. This was hard and fast and joyful, a stolen moment of glee in an already-happy day, the sprinkles on the unicorn cake.
I soaped up my own hand and slid it between us, matching his rhythm.
“Con, I…Fuck.”
“Uh huh. That’s what they call teamwork, Coach,” I panted against his mouth. “Now get us off fast, and I’ll let you ride a unicorn tonight.”
With my other hand, I grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed, and Micah exploded all over our clenched fists. As he came, he bit my shoulder with a muffled whimper I knew would’ve been a shout if he weren’t trying to keep quiet, and hearing just how much he wanted me sent me over the edge too.
“Constantine Ross-Bloom,” he groaned a second later, a sound halfway between pain and laughter. “How the hell can you make fucked-up shit like ‘ride a unicorn’ sound sexy?”
“It’s a gift.” I grinned. “Stick with me baby.”
“Always,” he breathed, his cheeks still flushed red even as the water cooled around us. The love in his eyes, the depth and breadth of it, still overwhelmed me sometimes, and I was so damn glad he was mine.
“For as long as we both shall live,” I whispered solemnly, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding on tight.
“For as long as there’s glitter in our bed,” Micah vowed just as solemnly, and I grinned as I pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart, because it was a truth of life that unicorn competitions might come and go…
But glitter, like love, lasted fucking forever.
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