Chapter Thirty
Donovan
I t’s late, or should I say early, by the time we get home.
Eric’s brow is stitched up, eye swollen and purple. I haven’t been able to stop glancing his direction all night, not the whole time we were in the ER, nor as we sat in the back seat while a driver got us home.
His shirt is bloody, he looks tired, and…he’s in love with me. Eric and I are in love .
“Hey, baby. Daddies are home,” he says to Butterscotch, who’s sitting on the counter. I don’t even complain that she has a bed and cat tree yet still chooses our countertop. “I need a shower.” Eric yawns.
“Can I take one with you?” I ask, not wanting to be away from him for a second.
His face splits into a gorgeous grin. God, he’s so fucking fine. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
“Good answer.”
I turn off the lights, and we head into our room. What does it mean now that we’re in love? Will we stay married? Are we going straight from conveniently married best friends to husbands in love? Are we moving too fast?
We kick out of our shoes and go into the bathroom. I turn on the water before twisting around to face Eric.
“Arms up,” I tell him.
“Nice.” He grins, and I chuckle, pulling the T-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. I take off his pants next, then his underwear. He’s half hard already. I give him a slow stroke, then pull away.
“Hey. I like that hand.”
“We’re supposed to be showering, not playing. You just spent two hours in the ER.”
“I don’t care. I still want you. I always want you.” He tugs on my shirt, and all I can think about is how much I love him. “Now let’s get you naked too.”
Eric strips me bare, and then the two of us are climbing behind the glass doors of my shower.
He’s closer to the showerhead, water running down his back while he’s facing me so as not to get his injury wet. Stepping closer, I kiss his temple, his forehead, his cheek. My hands start on his shoulders and run up and down his arms. “I’m so sorry.”
“D…this isn’t your fault.”
It feels like it. “You got into a fight with him because of me.”
“I got into a fight because he’s a piece of shit. Again, none of this is your fault. Even if it was, don’t you know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you?”
There isn’t, is there? How did it take us so long to get here? “We’re idiots,” I say, then kiss him again, press my lips to his pale skin, over and over and over again, until I get to his mouth.
“I agree, but care to tell me why we’re idiots?”
“Because we could have had this for years. I was so afraid to let myself entertain the idea that I could have feelings for you because I couldn’t fathom the thought of losing you.”
“Or…maybe we weren’t ready until now, D. I am a little immature for my age.”
“A little?” I tease.
He uses his index finger and thumb to make an inch. “Just a bit.”
I kiss the corner of his mouth again.
“Could we have had more time? Yeah. But even when we were just friends, we belonged to each other, D. I don’t know why I didn’t realize how I feel sooner—I guess because I thought I couldn’t do the whole romantic-love thing—but I do now.”
He didn’t realize, neither of us had, but he always made me feel loved. “I’m in love with you.” It doesn’t matter if I’ve said the words before, I’m addicted to them. I want to tell him a million times every day.
“I know. And I’m in love with you too.”
I take Eric’s mouth in a deep kiss this time. Our tongues move together, my hands sliding down his wet back to his ass. He spreads his legs, telling me what he wants without words, and I slip my finger into his crease, find his hole and massage it.
“Fuck.” He drops his head against my shoulder. “I wanna feel you. Push it inside.”
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you after going to battle tonight.”
He chuckles. “You are. Let me feel you, and then I want to fuck you.”
I nod. “Definitely not denying my man.”
I pull away, put some soap onto a sponge, and run it up and down his back, then between his ass cheeks.
“Fuck,” Eric grits out again.
“I’m not doing anything yet.”
“It still feels good.”
I make quick work of washing him, then do the same to myself. I kiss him again while he rinses off, careful so his face doesn’t get wet, and then my arms are around him again, and I massage his hole.
I’ll never get used to this, but I’m so damn happy I have it.
“I want to eat you out,” I tell him. It’s something we’ve done a few times now, and Eric fucking loves it. I don’t know if I’ll ever fuck Eric, and I’m okay with that. I’ve always loved bottoming, but it’s exciting that he likes his ass played with and eaten too.
“Yes. Christ yes.”
My heart rate shoots through the ceiling at the hunger in his voice. I pull back, then position Eric so he’s not under the spray, chest against the shower wall before I kneel behind him. He’s got the cutest ass—smaller than mine, tight and round with the lightest blond peach fuzz over it.
“Someone needs a tan,” I tease him…my husband, this kind, sexy man who is in love with me.
“I’ll sunbathe nude in the backyard.”
“One of the beauties of LA. It’s always sunny,” I joke before pulling apart his cheeks.
His hole looks so damn tight, this small pink pucker that has my mouth absolutely fucking watering to devour him.
“God, it’s such a pretty little hole, baby.
” I rub it with my fingertip, then pull back and watch it clench and relax again.
“Lick me, husband. Please, I want your mouth.”
“Hold it open for me,” I instruct, knowing how much he likes it when I tell him what to do.
Without an ounce of embarrassment, Eric reaches back, grabs his ass, and pulls his cheeks apart.
I look up at him, at the curve of his back and his face as he looks at me over his shoulder.
There’s wanton hunger in the blue of his eyes, and I know he needs this as much as me, needs to cement the changes in our relationship in a primal way.
“You’re so fucking fine. Look at you, my best friend, my husband who wants my tongue so badly.
” It feels good to be able to talk to him like this, to be myself and not feel any kind of shame the way Malcolm would have made me feel if I’d done this with him.
There is no room for that between Eric and me.
There never has been, and there never will be.
“Do it. I fucking need it. Need your mouth before I fuck you.”
My cock twitches. I can’t wait anymore, so I dive in, face all up in his ass, licking and sucking and tasting his hole. I could spend the whole night right here, making a meal of his ass.
“That feels so good. Eat me out. I’m dying for your tongue.”
I use my teeth to nip at the inside of his cheeks, then probe his rim with my tongue, flicking over it, trying to soften him up and push my way inside him. Eric pushes back against me, like he’s trying to ride my face. Next time, I want to lie down and let him sit on my face while I devour him.
I kiss his cheeks while I use one finger to press inside him. When I find his prostate, his body jerks in pleasure. “You like that?”
“You know I do.”
I continue to alternate between finger- and tongue-fucking him, working myself in as deep as I can. Eric makes hungry, needy noises, begging me to keep going, telling me how amazing it feels, his words interspersed with I’m in love with you .
I smile into his ass each time he says it, knowing he’s doing it on purpose so I have no doubt what he means. I’m still a work in progress. One admission won’t change my self-esteem or make me unlearn what my past and Malcolm did to me, but with Eric by my side, I know I’ll get there.
My cock is throbbing, and as much as I love this, my ass is hungry for him too. I need him to fill me, to fuck me and claim me and shoot his load deep inside me.
As if reading my mind, Eric says, “I can’t hold off much longer. We keep doing this, and I’m going to come. I need inside you first.”
“Me too.” I push to my feet, cock hard and heavy. I turn off the water, then get out and grab a towel for Eric first, before getting another for myself.
We laugh as we make quick work of drying off. “Race you,” he teases, and then we’re going even faster, wiping the towels all over ourselves, before dropping them to the floor and running for the bed.
I get there first and immediately fall to my back on the mattress.
“Cheater,” he teases.
“How did I cheat?”
“I’m injured.”
“Your face, not your legs.”
“I’m still healing from my broken ankle.” He grins, tosses the lube onto the mattress, then joins me.
I take in his face again, somehow having let what happened slip from my mind.
“Don’t do that, D. Don’t feel bad. I was defending my man the same way my man would defend me.”
My heart shatters, in the best possible way. I wrap my hand around the back of Eric’s head and pull his mouth down on mine, pushing my tongue between his lips, trying to show him that yes, he’s my man and I’m his.
He smiles into the kiss, leaning over me. I can tell by his movements that he’s opening the lube and squirting some onto his fingers while we lose ourselves in the kiss.
I spread my legs farther when he works his hand between them, back behind my balls, until his finger finds my hole.
He pushes inside me. The two of us continue to make out while he works me open with first one, then two fingers, in and out, twisting and probing and driving me wild.
My body melts, adjusting to having something inside me and craving more.
“I’m good, Eric. I just need you to fuck me. I need my husband to fuck me.”
“Hell yes. I need that too.”
He pulls his fingers out, and I feel empty, so fucking empty while I watch Eric lube his pretty cock, and then he’s right there, still between my legs, staring into my eyes while the head of his cock pushes against my hole.
We both let out a moan when his crown breaches me, and then he’s hooking my legs over his shoulders, holding himself up above me.
“Tell me, D. Tell me to do it.”
“Fuck me,” I say just before Eric snaps his hips forward, filling me with his cock.
It feels so good, so fucking right, Eric stuffed inside me. He pulls back, then slams into me again, over and over and over, my blunt nails digging into his arms, while he works me over like his life depends on it.
“There’s nothing like it, not a damn thing in the world like being inside you.”
“Yes,” I agree, bed hitting the wall with each of his thrusts. “Nothing like having you inside me.”
He stretches me just right, his cock hitting my spot each time he pumps his hips. He’s said it before, but it bears repeating, having sex is great, but it doesn’t compare to having sex with your best friend, which has nothing on having sex with the man you’re in love with.
I’m precoming so much that it’s a smooth ride when I wrap my hand around my dick, stroking it in unison with Eric’s thrusts. He’s close to coming. I can see it in the way his jaw tightens, in the little vein protruding over his good eye.
“Do it. Come in me. Fill me up.”
“You. First,” he says choppily.
With my free hand, I pull him down so our lips meet again, quick and hard, as I continue to stroke my cock and Eric fucks into me.
“I’m in love with you,” he says against my mouth. “So fucking in love with you, always and forever.”
That’s all it takes, and I’m free-falling into my orgasm, jumping without a parachute, body splintering apart as I see stars, dick jerking in my hand, hot spurts of cum landing on my chest and stomach.
“Me too. God, me too.” He thrusts in again and unloads, cock jerking, his balls emptying one of Eric’s huge loads deep inside me.
When we’re both wrung dry, I wrap my arms and legs around him, pull him down so he’s lying on top of me, both of us sweaty and cummy and perfect.
I kiss him everywhere, shoulders, cheeks, forehead, close to his stitches. “What are we going to do?” I ask softly.
“What do you mean?”
“About us. Do we stay married? Is that kinda fast?”
Eric changes position so he can look at me. “I don’t want to divorce you. Not ever.”
“I don’t want to divorce you either.”
“Then it looks like we’ll need to have a conversation with our families.”
I close my eyes and groan. “They’re going to kill us.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “Probably. At least we’ll go together.”
And then we dissolve into laughter, spending the next hour talking and touching and kissing, until we both fall asleep.