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A smile stretched Quince’s lips. “And you’re not high as a kite,” he agreed. “Do you need to put one foot on the floor?”
“Nah. I have you to keep me steady.”
“Yeah, you do.” Quince wasn’t going anywhere. He was in this for life.
Chapter Eleven
Thecoldshowerwallpressed against Jathan’s back, steadying him. Nothing existed except the intense way Quince watched him. Those steel-gray eyes penetrated Jathan’s soul as Quince rocked inside him. Everything was on fire. He wanted so badly to grab his dick and take the relief he desperately needed. But he clung to Quince’s shoulders and waited on the satisfaction he knew only Quince could give him.
“I love you.” Quince’s voice sounded exactly like he said the only words in his head—powerful.
“I love you too.”
Quince studied him—like working on a problem and then changed angles slightly.
Jathan thought his eyes would roll back in his head. He hadn’t thought it could get better.
“That’s it. I love watching you come. Let me see it now.”
Jathan focused harder on the way Quince felt inside him. Every thrust was delectable. He didn’t want to stop, but he also needed to blow. Plus, Quince’s muscles had to be screaming. Jathan had given him one hell of a workout. His muscles tightened. Jathan held his breath. As badly as he wanted to close his eyes and savor every second, looking into Quince’s soul was so much better.
“Yes.”
At Quince’s whisper, Jathan exploded. Cum shot through the air, hitting his chest. Inhuman sounds fell from his lips as his body sang with pleasure.
A strangled cry tore from Quince.
Jathan still couldn’t look away. Quince was sexy as fuck when he filled Jathan with cum. Jathan had done that. He had taken Quince to the moon. It was empowering. The love he felt all hours of the day was amplified by a thousand. They were connected in a way Jathan had never been with anyone else. They were flawless. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with this heart-stopping man. Quince was so beautiful.
The way he gently held Jathan, after letting his feet hit the floor, made Jathan’s eyes sting. He washed Jathan and cleaned every inch of him with the gentlest care—like Jathan was precious to him. Jathan knew—of all the decisions he had made in his life—the choice to forgive Quince all those months ago was the best decision he had ever made. If Quince had never apologized. If Jathan had been stubborn. A million tiny things led them into the most dazzling life he could have never imagined for himself. This kind of happiness was for other people. Jathan had done nothing in his life to deserve this.
“You’re beautiful and I never, ever want to know what’s it like to wake up without you.”
At his words, Quince turned twice as fierce as he had been all morning. “You’ll never find out. This is until we die. You’re mine.”
Sometimes, he could be darkly intense. Jathan loved it. They took care of each other. By the time they turned off the water, they were squeaky clean. Jathan couldn’t stop smiling or let go of Quince. He held on to his arm until he had no choice but to get dressed.
“I’ll make breakfast.”
Quince was way too good to him. “I’ll help.”
A bright smile lit Quince’s face. “You absolutely will not, my beautiful disaster. Sit on the couch where your inner, feral cooking demon can’t burn our food.”
A snort burst from Jathan as they made their way down the hall. “Cooking demon? I’m not that bad.”
Quince shot him a disbelieving look. “You burnt tea. How in the fuck does that even happen?”
Jathan shrugged. “It could happen to anyone.”
“Not in under ten seconds, it doesn’t. You should be in a book of records somewhere. No way that kind of destructiveness isn’t legendary.”
Jathan couldn’t stop laughing. “I guess God had to draw the line somewhere. Otherwise, I might’ve turned out too perfect.”
The sound of shouting cut through their laughter. They exchanged glances and headed for the door. Since moving to the ranch, it was always quiet. Any shouting outside their door couldn’t be good.
Quince looked out first, keeping Jathan tucked behind him. An aggravated growl burst from him.
“For fuck’s sake.” He stepped outside like a man ready to fight.
