Page 58 of Only You
“I love you too,” he whispers against my mouth.
I settle next to him, and he snuggles up to my side, my cum still leaking out of him after I pulled free from his body—neither of us in a hurry to clean up.
“I think I want this.”
“What’s that?” I ask with a content smile on my face. Whatever it is, I want it too.
“Marriage. Kids. Trying to sneak in a quickie when the kids go to bed.”
I grin, hugging his body closer to me. “I want that too. With you, Remy, I want it all.”
“We’ll have it all, Tatum.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
My eyes drift closed, and I dream of that future. Something I didn’t really allow myself to do for most of my life. I didn’t think I could ever have it. That happiness was meant for everyone else—but not me.
I’m thankful as fuck that wasn’t true.
TWENTY-THREE
“Okay, so as much as I love the way you’re waking me up...” Tatum’s deep voice draws as I kiss down over his chest and then slowly back up to his mouth. “But why are we awake so early? We don’t have kids.”
I laugh. Tatum is so not a morning person. “It’s Christmas.”
“It is.” He grabs the back of my hair the way I not so secretly love and kisses me hard before pulling back and looking into my eyes. “But is there any reason to be awake before the sun?”
“There is, but first...” I kiss him again and then make my way down to his stiff cock which actually woke me up before my alarm, poking into me. Not that I’m complaining.
“Remy...” He sighs softly, his fingers threading through my hair. I free his stiff shaft from his underwear, sliding them down his legs before I take him all the way to the back of my throat and swallow repeatedly, knowing I’m driving him wild.
I wait until he’s nearly coming before I pop off his dick and then slide back up his chest. He starts to complain, but that’s when I slot his dick at my already slicked-up hole and start to bear down on him. “Oh, holy fuck,” he groans, his hands going to my hips as I start to ride him. “Someone came prepared.”
“You’re a ridiculously heavy sleeper. I had three fingers inside myself, lying right next to you as you snored away.”
He whimpers as my hands slide over his chest. “Well fuck, wake a guy up next time, why don’t you? I watch in fascination as he brings his hand up to his mouth and uses his tongue to wet his palm before wrapping it around my bouncing dick.
“Yes,” I say, my head falling back as I take him into my body over and over, setting the pace he matches with his strokes on my shaft. I come first, and he follows soon after, his fingers digging into my hips as he pushes up into me while I slam down onto him, his cum filling me up.
I don’t want to move after that, but I force myself to drag him out of bed to the shower, where we, once again, can’t seem to keep our hands off each other. We come together, each gripping the other’s cock as we eat at each other’s mouths and then get dressed and go into the kitchen for a quick breakfast.
We exchanged gifts last night before bed, but Tatum notices pretty fast that there’s a stack of presents by the door. His curiosity is obviously heightened. “We brought presents over to Kellan’s last night. Did you get them more?”
I mean, I was tempted to, actually. “No. I thought maybe you would want to join me for my Christmas tradition.”
“Of course.”
I love that he doesn’t even ask me where we’re going. He doesn’t even ask when we’re in the car and making our way downtown. But I feel like I should warn him, just in case he wants to back out. I wouldn’t blame him.
“I go to a group home every Christmas and hand out gifts. Not as nice of gifts as I’d like to, but I try to at least do something for each of them.” I sit nervously, my back stiff as I grip the steering wheel.
Maybe this was a bad idea. I mean, maybe Tatum doesn’t want to spend his Christmas in a place that was pretty much our hell growing up. This was stupid. Shit. He’s not saying anything.
I can’t force myself to look over at him, but the silence is making me squirm.
“Goddamn, you’re incredible.”
