Page 104 of For Your Heart
“So squirmy,” he murmurs. The hand he used to move his cock in place wraps under my chest; the other moves further up my arm until he can twist our fingers together and hold my hand. His lips press softly to my skin, all over my shoulder and the back of my neck as he gently, so maddeningly slowly, works his way deeper into my ass.
I’m surprised to feel that I’m sore. Is that from the butt plug or did he actually fuck me that hard while I was begging for release? Giving me what he promised he would when he got home?
Burying my face into the comforter, I moan and spread my legs for him. A dull ache moves through my body as he slides home. Damon stills, buried as deep as he can get.
“I will make love to you every single day for the rest of our lives,” he murmurs. “I love you, Sage Rossi. So fucking much there aren’t words enough to tell you. I promise that I’ll make sure you never doubt my love for you. I’ll never give you any reason to question my love, my support. I’ll make sure you know that you’re fucking perfect, just the way you are.”
He moves out of me as tears sting my eyes and then slowly moves in deep. I’m not sure if there’s still enough lube inside me or his cum or what, but there’s little friction. Just the overly slick, slippery feel of him. How he moves so perfectly within me, like he was made for my own specifications to be everything I’ve never dared to dream I wanted.
“You are enough,” he whispers. “You’re always going to be enough. Just as you are.”
That does it. Though I squeeze my eyes shut to try to keep the emotion in, it boils over. I’ve always, always wanted that approval. Needed it. Craved it. I thought I’d wanted it from my mother. But maybe I just needed to be that for someone. By someone who loves me.
Damon kisses me softly as he continues to murmur to me how much he loves me. How perfect I am, just the way I am. He’d never change anything about me.
All the while, he moves within my body in the most intense, intimate way I’ve ever felt. I don’t just hear his love with his words, I feel it in the way he touches me. Holds me. Makes love to me.
This is mine. For the rest of my life.
I think I have loved him since I first saw him. But I just fell in love with him all over again.
Thirty-Three
DAMON
I finish wipingoff my feet and stand up, stepping into a jock. When I turn, I find Declan watching me, his eyes intense. There’s a whirlwind of shit going on inside him right now; moving so quickly I can barely grasp one thing before he’s already overwhelmed with something else.
His hands land on my hips and he’s right there. Moving his fingers around the elastic of my jockstrap, tracing around my waist, then dropping his hands to my ass and pulling me close.
Smirking, I let our lips hover. “I feel like it’s almost arrogant to tell you that you’re hot in nothing but your underwear, since we’re identical.”
His smile is small, unsure. Our mouths linger close, lips parted. It’s like he wants to take that step, but he doesn’t want to cross the line.
“It’s already crossed.”
I take his bottom lip between my teeth and feel his moan throughout my body. “I have no opposition,” I say when I let his lip go and instead trace my tongue over it. “But I think we might need to work on what we have right now with Zarek and Sage before we introduce them to something really taboo.”
He snorts but nods. When he goes to back away, I pull him close and hug him tightly. “That’s not a no,” I say quietly. “You understand that, right?”
“Yeah,” he says, but I can feel the ache in his chest. So I kiss him. Barely brushing my tongue against his until I can feel his moan race through me again.
“I mean it,” I whisper. “I’m glad you’re done pretending that we’re only going to be together with our guys. Because I am. I don’t want you to think that’s where I’m pushing this to stay.”
“I know,” he says quietly. “You’re right. Whatever future we make, it needs to be the six of us and we need to find a way to make that work or we’re going to lose our damn minds.”
We’re already going to lose our minds having Stommer around more. Only now that I have Sage do I understand how irritating and hurtful it is to try to split my time and attention between Sage and Simon. I don’t want to have to do it apart. I don’t want separate lives.
But that also means I can’t be a fucking hypocrite and ask him to leave Stommer at home.
“For tonight, we’re going to work on the four of us and then get freaky together later.” Declan grins. I kiss him lightly again, chasing his tongue until I barely brush it with mine again. A shudder goes through his body. “But I promise we’ll come back to this.”
“You really think we can make this work? All six of us?” he asks.
“We don’t have a choice. We just have to be on our game. Besides, Simon is rather disarming. I’m pretty sure Sage is half in love with him because he’s a sappy fucker and he sees someone he wants to cuddle all their sadness away. We just need to give Zarek that time, too.”
“So you’re saying that I should let Simon deal with my relationship as he’s been asking to do,” he says, frowning.
I peck his cheek and pull away. “No. I think they’ll find their own time to talk, just as Simon and Sage did when it was the four of us. Let it happen naturally. It will. And yes, I think it’ll help.”
