Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
PERRY
Rex’s smile melted against my lips. His hands were warm on my face as he kissed me.
His confession had made me brave enough to return it.
I’d been in love with Rex for weeks, and I hadn’t known what to say or do about it because this was supposed to have an expiration date.
The wedding—well, the non-wedding—was supposed to be our last date.
I hadn’t realized how relieved I was until the tightness in my chest loosened, and I was able to draw in a full breath. Rex loved me. Rex loved me, and I wouldn’t have to stop seeing him. He loved me, and none of this was pretend. Maybe it never had been.
Right from the first time I met him, there’d been something about him that drew me in.
Rex was easy to be around. Easy to know.
He was honest and straightforward and kind.
He said what he meant, and he didn’t play games.
And he was okay with my career. It felt like Rex was some kind of unicorn that I’d managed to capture.
He deepened the kiss, and I clung to him, this desperate little part of me suddenly curious if sex with Rex would be different now.
If it would mean more. I’d fucked a lot of people, but I’d never loved any of them.
Now, with our feelings out in the open, I didn’t have to hide anything.
There was no reason to avoid his gaze lest he see the love in my eyes staring back at him.
I fumbled for his shirt, my body shaking, making my hands tremble as I tried to undo the buttons on his shirt. When Rex realized what I was doing, he stood and took care of the remaining buttons himself.
He stared down at me with this soft expression on his face. His gaze felt like a caress. No longer content to be on my knees, I got to my feet and shoved the shirt off his shoulders, but left it part way down his arms like a temporary restraint.
I grabbed Rex and kissed him. With both hands on his face, I slanted my mouth over his and backed him up against the wall. Our kisses grew in intensity, in desperation. There was a sharp, frantic edge to them, like we needed to touch and kiss and be inside of each other before we exploded.
With Rex against the wall, I pulled his shirt off him the rest of the way.
I loved his body. How broad and furry his chest was.
I loved the little treasure trail that disappeared into his pants.
Rex was stunning in his normalcy. Confident as hell, he never so much as tried to shy away from the attention I lavished on him.
Our tongues tangled and I worked his pants down, freeing his cock, but that wasn’t the part of him I was after.
“Turn around.” I kissed the corner of his mouth. He’d left a short beard for Nigel’s wedding, and it was just long enough to be soft against my lips. It was also sexy as fuck.
Rex gave me a questioning look but did as he was told, slowly shuffling around so his back faced me, and again I went to my knees.
“You have a magnificent ass.” I told him, gripping the cheeks in my hands.
He only hummed in an appreciative way, clearly enjoying the way I squeezed his cheeks.
Then I parted them and leaned in. The sound Rex made when my tongue slid from taint to hole was this combination of a whimper and a moan that ended with the words oh shit and then my name.
I devoured him then. Licked and teased him with my tongue. Danced around his entrance, licking and kissing his hole until he was pressing his ass against my face, his body unable to stop begging me for more with the way he ground against my tongue.
I paused and brought my hand back and cracked him across the cheek. He let out a startled yelp, then another guttural moan. “Oh fuck. Do that again.”
Only too happy to oblige, I did. And then while Rex was still riding the aftershock, I dove back in, parting his cheeks, and I speared my tongue inside him.
Rex reached back and put his hand on my head, not to try and suffocate me with his ass, but just as a not-so-subtle ask for me to keep going.
As if I was about to stop any time soon.
I planned to keep going until he begged to fuck me.
His hand tightened in my hair, and I pressed myself deeper, eating him out like it was my first, last, and only meal.
“Perry, Perry, please. I can’t—I can’t feel my legs,” he said with a laugh.
“Are you tapping out?” I asked, pulling back to give him the break he obviously needed.
“More like begging for a relocation.” Rex shoved his pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. He kicked them aside and then turned.
His cock bobbed in my face, but I ignored it in favor of looking up at him.
Rex held out a hand and waited patiently for me to take it. “Come with me.”
He helped me to my feet and my knees were suddenly very grateful that he insisted on a location change. I tried not to groan but failed and Rex let out a laugh.
“Kneeling on the floor is only going to get harder and more uncomfortable.” He tugged me toward his bedroom and had to immediately shoo the cats off his bed. They left in their own sweet time, stopping to stretch first before sauntering out of the room.
Apparently, it was Rex’s turn because he undid the buttons of my shirt and stripped me of it in a deliberate manner that let me know exactly what was coming. As if there’d been any doubt.
When my shirt was gone, I lost patience and popped the button of my pants before shoving them down and kicking them aside after I stepped out of them.
Suddenly I had an armful of Rex. Our bodies were pressed together, my cock trapped against him, only a little lower than his.
It wasn’t a perfect alignment because of our small height difference, but it thrilled me, nonetheless.
Especially when he kissed me and just kept kissing me. It was like kissing was the main attraction and not merely a quick stop before he forged ahead. My head spun after a minute, likely from lack of oxygen, but I could easily pretend it was from Rex sweeping me off my feet.
He touched me everywhere. Pulled me close and explored me with his hands as his tongue plundered my mouth. I held on to him, knees weak, head spinning, drunk on the way we fit together. The way his body felt against mine.
“Bed.” I was breathless by this time and my heart was a runaway train in my ribcage.
Rex startled me by literally sweeping me off my feet. Picking me up, he turned and took a few steps to the bed before laying me down on it, and then he quickly followed.
Rex’s body blanketed my own, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him down to me. Our cocks pressed against each other between us, and it tore a moan out of me that was longer and louder than I’d anticipated it to be.
“Good?” Rex asked, clearly amused.
“Better than,” I said, kissing him again, but only briefly, because he pulled away and half rolled off of me so he could reach the supplies that were on the nightstand.
He grabbed condoms but didn’t open one right away and instead drizzled a healthy amount of lube on his hand. He took himself in hand, and I watched with rapt attention as he stroked himself in long, slow movements that made my mouth water.
“Touch me,” I begged. “Please.”
Rex answered with a lazy smile, but he released his cock and then pressed our bodies together again, lowering his mouth down to mine. I opened for him and he licked his way into my mouth. At the same time, he started grinding his hips, pressing his solid, slippery cock against mine.
It was too much and not enough all at once.
Too much because it was slow, exquisite, but methodical and it gave me too much time to think.
Not enough because whatever he gave, I needed it ten times over.
A frenzy built inside me, a bit at a time, until I was writhing underneath him both desperate for release and not wanting it when it slowly built.
“Slow down,” I warned him. “Slow down, I’m too close.”
Rex slowed. Instead of moving, he just kept his weight pressed down on me while we traded languid kisses.
“I could come just like this,” I confessed, desire still pooled hot in my belly.
“Did you want to?”
I shook my head. “Want to come with you inside me.”
Rex kissed the corner of my mouth and then sat up, reaching for the condoms.
He rolled one on and got it ready, then shimmied back a little to give himself room to manhandle me and arrange me how he wanted, which was on my back mostly, but with my leg brought up and pushed to the side. Rex straddled the leg that was still outstretched and his slick fingers teased my hole.
“Rex, please. Don’t—” My voice caught as he slipped the tip of a finger inside. “Don’t make me wait.” I gasped.
His hands were everywhere. On my leg, grounding me. On my ass, caressing me. Up my back, comforting me as he got closer and lined his cock up with my hole. He didn’t ask if I was sure or try to override what I’d asked for. Instead, he trusted me to know what I wanted.
The stretch burned at first in a not-unpleasant way. It was sharp enough to make me gasp at first, and then it dulled around the edges as Rex slowly inched forward. By the time he was all the way inside me, the burn had transformed to an ache.
He fucked me slowly. Dragging each forward and backward motion out to its limit.
My body was on fire. Wound tight with agony knotted in my stomach as he continued to take it slow.
Take me slow. Rex kissed me, slipped his tongue into my mouth, and stole the little whimpers that came.
But he ignored that, and he ignored the way I reached for him and tried to get him to move faster.
“Rex…” My voice sounded hoarse to my own ears, and I squeezed my eyes shut, determined to keep any tears at bay. “Please, I need… I need…” I didn’t know what I needed, but Rex must have because when his hand wrapped around my cock, my soul left my body.
My whole body jerked like I’d been struck by lightning and within two strokes, I was shattering.
Coming all over the bed and his hand. Not that he minded because that’s when Rex suddenly discovered depth and speed and really, really fucked me.
He was all raw power and frenzied energy.
He leaned forward, trapping my leg between us, but he covered me with his body and used every last muscle to drive deep inside me.
My thoughts scattered, my mind blanking as Rex came.
The only thought I was able to form was that this was what love felt like.
It felt like warmth and comfort and connection.
It felt hard and soft all at once. It felt like not wanting to be even two feet apart and knowing that this was as close as we could get and it would never be close enough.
Rex came apart on top of me, thrusting and bucking and fucking me hard and deep as he cried out, emptying his soul into the condom. When he was done, he all but collapsed on top of me, and I didn’t have it in me to mind.
Sweat-damp hair was matted to his forehead, and I lifted a hand and gently pushed it off his forehead.
“That was perfect,” I told him, wrapping my arms around him so he wouldn’t move.
He kissed my cheek. “It’s easy to make perfection with perfection.”
I scoffed, but Rex didn’t laugh.
“I’m not perfect.” I said, imploring him to believe me.
“You’re perfect for me.”
My heart swooned. “Well, it’s a good thing I already told you that I love you, or I’d have blurted it out now for sure.”
“You can tell me whenever you want,” Rex said, dusting a kiss against my cheek.
It took me a moment to gather the words and make them come out. They weren’t words that were in my everyday vocabulary, so using them felt strange but also right in a way that was hard to describe.
“I love you,” I said, my voice soft but unflinching.
“I love you too.” Rex rolled off me but didn’t go anywhere and simply tugged me into his arms.
I had so many questions about his brother and the guy who’d shown up to crash the wedding, but all of them could keep.
Right now my priority was basking in the afterglow with Rex.
The stress of the day had eased, and Rex looked relaxed and perfect with his messy hair, his almost smile, and the affection in his eyes that belonged to me.