Chapter 9 Travis
NINE
TRAVIS
I’d finally just taken the leap, poured out my heart to Joey, and kissed him.
And fuck.
It made me sad to think we could have had this all along, but I truly believed we really did need to live our lives and grow up before we found our way back to each other.
Joey lifted his head from my shoulder. “Do you think we need to take things slow?”
I scoffed. “Slower than a lead up of more than ten years?”
He grinned and shrugged. “I’m willing to take it whatever speed you want. But in the interest of open and honest communication—which, by the way, is something I think we need to commit to—”
“Mmm, who knew I had a communication kink? Talk dirty to me, babe,” I teased.
Joey pressed a kiss to my lips. “Anyway, my sexual history is pretty tame, but I’ve always asked for test results, and I always insisted on condoms. My tests have always been negative. I prefer to bottom, but I’ve had a lot of fun topping in the right situations.”
I cupped his face again and kissed him long and slow, sweeping my tongue into his mouth and savoring the taste of him on mine.
When we broke apart, I pressed my forehead to his.
“I like topping and bottoming both, just depends on the mood. I was stupid once and trusted a guy who said he’d had a negative test for everything, but he gave me chlamydia.
Ever since, I’ve only ever messed around with people willing to show me negative tests and use condoms.” I kissed him again.
“But I’ve always said I’d be fine with breaking that rule for the right person at the right time if we both agreed to it. ”
Joey’s gorgeous eyes blinked up at me. “Really hoping you mean me and right now.”
Laughing, I tumbled him to the bed. “Damn right I do.”
A pang of sadness washed over me when I thought of missing out on firsts with Joey, but the moment his hot mouth engulfed me, any regret flew right out the window.
And thank fuck his wasn’t the first cock I’d ever sucked because I wanted to feel the weight of him on my tongue and savor the taste of him all damn night.
My early cock sucking days were not for savoring.
More like spit and gagging and way too many teeth.
Ten years had given us a lot of practice we now got to share with each other for the next—
Fuck.
The rest of our lives.
“I love you,” I murmured against his mouth, the flavor of our cum mixing on our lips. “Always have and always will. Sorry it took so long to get to this point.”
“No more apologies.” Joey shook his head, his nose rubbing against mine. “Fate knew what she was doing.” His lips were soft against mine. “We have a lifetime of memories and a whole other lifetime ahead of us.” With his forehead pressed to mine, he sighed. “I love you.”
We got each other off two more times throughout the night. Rocking hips, teasing tongues, probing fingers, and desperate kisses coaxed us to the edge over and over until we finally erupted into ecstasy.
The morning dawned frosty and bright, but we slept until the sun had crept higher in the sky. As I held my forever in my arms, I remembered what day it was. I kissed him on the nose and rolled from bed.
I didn’t like leaving him, but there were things to do.
I showered and dressed, smiling at Joey’s rumpled form still curled in bed. I guess three orgasms were too much for him. I scribbled a quick note, made a wide arc around Ward who was perched on the back of the couch in the living room, and headed out to my truck.