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If I have my way about it, there will be no leaving him.Not anymore.All the same, I do as he asks.I ease into a steady rhythm before getting faster, faster, and as hard as I dare without—oh, who am I kidding?I don’t want to be gentle.I want to wring every moan and groan and “fuck me harder” out of him I can until I?—
Fallon lets out a high-pitched wail.For a second, his muscles clamp down so tight it’s almost impossible to move.His hand shuttles over his cock so fast, and I can feel his asshole fluttering around me.
I’ve never been religious, but I think I might be ready to start, because seeing Fallon this way hasgotto be what heaven is all about.
“Keeper,” he whispers.“May I?”
My eyes go wide.Oh fuck, he did not…
My heart stutters.
Because he’s asking forpermission.
If he hadn’t asked and he’d exploded all over himself, I would have been thrilled.Fucking thrilled, and smug as hell, about giving this gorgeous man an orgasm.But then he went and asked me, and now I’m on top of the world.
“Come on, baby.”
And he does.The squeeze of him makes everything in my vision go white as I’m seized by the most powerful orgasm of my life.Like some never-before-discovered life-form has awakened from inside my body, and it has full control, forcing my hips to batter Fallon’s ass with everything I am.
Holy shit.Holy,holy shit.As I catch my breath, I pull out slowly, so spent that all I can do is sink to the bed beside him.
Fallon’s got that hazy, dreamy look about him.The one he seems to get after he comes.It feels like I have something precious, getting to see him this way.A way nobody else does.
“Thank you, Keeper,” he murmurs tiredly.“You make me feel so good.”
Warmth floods my chest.There’s some feeling in there I can’t quite identify.I can’t do anything except pull him against me, the big spoon to his little one, despite our size difference.
“I always want to make you feel good, Fallon.”
And I will.I intend to.It’s my new fucking religion.
ChapterFifteen
Fallon
I wake up alone,wondering where PJ went.Somehow, after drifting off after the best sex of my life, I’m all cleaned up.Wearing fresh boxer briefs.My phone has been plugged in beside the bed.
I’ve got new messages.
PJ: Went to run a quick errand.Be back soon
PJ: PS last night was fucking amazing
PJ: I can’t stop thinking about you
A bratty voice in my head wonders why he left if last night was so amazing.Things between us are still fairly new.Especially now, in what feels like an entirely new phase.A significantly more intimate phase.
One where I’m almost feeling ready to open myself up again.
While Marina and I had our issues, I can admit I miss the trust and intimacy that come with a relationship.Specifically, I want it with that energetic, blue-eyed redhead who may or may not be a bit too young.
He makes me feel alive.
A noise downstairs has me jumping out of bed.PJ’s voice floats to me from downstairs, and even though it’s hardly been any time at all, I want to see him.
“It’s a nice house.Big back yard to run around in.Anybody would be lucky as hell to live here.”
At the top of the stairs, I freeze.My stomach drops.What the hell?Is he talking to a realtor or something?
