Page 42 of Only You
He offers a sweet smile and then pulls me back down to his mouth. I get lost in feeling him beneath me, our conversation momentarily forgotten. I want so many things at once.
I want to kiss him everywhere and touch him everywhere. I want him inside me and to be inside him. I want to watch him unravel, but I also never want this to be over.
He reaches between us, wrapping his hand around both our hard cocks, using our previous releases and the copious amount of pre-cum we’re both already dripping to slick his sure strokes.
I kiss him hard, devouring his mouth, wanting to stay there forever. My tongue strokes over his before he starts to suck on my tongue, making me moan and thrust into the tight grip of his hand.
Soon we’re just rutting against each other, breathing heavily against each other’s mouths because we can’t even focus on kissing properly. It’s hungry and feral as we race toward the finish.
His back bows off the bed as his slick cock slides against mine. My eyes slam shut, and I cry out as cum spurts from mydick. Moments later, I hear Remy’s sweet cry of passion, his cum joining mine.
When it becomes too much for both of us, he releases our spent shafts, but his hand moves to my chest, over my heart, and we just lie there together.
Wrapped up in each other.
Where we were always meant to be.
SEVENTEEN
I’m scared.
No. Scared is an understatement. I’m terrified beyond belief. Never been this afraid of anything in my entire life.
Because this is just too good.
Everything with Tatum feels natural and easy. And nothing in my life has ever been easy. I set these rules for myself, to protect myself. And then Tatum comes in, just being his usual self, and suddenly I’m going on dates.
I’m kissing him nonstop.
I’m completely and totally in love.
And still, it all feels so incredibly easy. I keep waiting for it all to go to hell, but so far, it hasn’t.
There hasn’t been any issue whatsoever. I even deleted my hookup app, not because he asked me to but because Iwantedto. Because now that I’ve felt his touch, nothing else will even come close to pleasure.
Suddenly, for the first time in my life, I’m part of a couple. Something I never thought I had. Something I never thought I even wanted to have—well, at least not in a really long time.
And that’s exactly what we are. Even if we haven’t defined it officially. We are a couple.
Tonight, we’re actually at Phillip and Kellan’s house, watching Kieran while Phillip and Kellan take Braylen trick-or-treating. Braylen looked absolutely adorable in his little superhero costume, and so did Kellan and Phillip in their matching costumes.
The doorbell rings, and I’m not sure which one of us springs up quicker to grab the candy bowl and head over to the door, but it’s a close race. We hand out candy to two cute little unicorn princesses and wave goodbye before reconvening on the couch.
His big arm drapes over my shoulders, and we’re watching the classicHalloweenon TV, but really my mind is on Tatum. And the relationship we have now.
“Maybe I do want kids.”
I can feel his smile, even though I’m watching the screen and don’t dare look at him. “Yeah?”
“It’s not something I thought I could ever have for myself. I think maybe that’s why I went into teaching and then becoming a principal—that, and I thought maybe I could see the signs—and not ignore them...”
I don’t think I’m making any sense until he squeezes my shoulder gently, and I look over at him, seeing him watching me intently. “You wanted to protect kids. That makes sense.”
I smile sadly. “I did. There were so many teachers I’d silently plead with when I was a kid—a broken, filthy, hungry child. Just begging for one of them to say something.”
He nods his head grimly. “I know.”
And the thing about being with Tatum—being with someone with a similar background—is he really does know. He probably felt the same way, sitting in a classroom and wondering if they knew what was going on. Feeling betrayed because they had to know and didn’t say anything.
