Chapter 30
Patrick
Istill don’t trust Cain to tell me if he’s in pain.
The force he exerts when fucking me is too much to risk until I hear his surgeon tell him he’s cleared.
Even if Cain can read his own scans with the eyes of the most renowned cardiothoracic surgeon in the country, I don’t believe he can do so objectively.
“Sit down,” I command. Cain had stood and started pacing while baring his soul.
“How am I supposed to fuck you if…oh, you want to ride me? Okay, we can do that.”
Cain kicks his pants off, rips his shirt over his head, and sits back down on the couch, hissing when the cold leather hits his skin.
“I’m not riding you. Not yet. You haven’t been cleared.”
“I just cleared myself,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Not how it works.”
Dropping to my knees, I plant my hands on his thighs before diving face-first onto his cock.
His hands fly to the back of my head, and I hear the back of his head hit the couch.
“Can we at least lie down so I can blow you, too?”
I pop off his dick.
Cain has never really been concerned about getting off at the same time. Probably because it always just sort of happened for us, but it’s endearing that he’s thinking about it now.
“No,” I tell him.
“Come on, I want to come together. I haven’t tasted you in months. You haven’t even let me watch you jerk off because you were too afraid I’d get worked up.”
“There’s been nothing to—”
“Oh, don’t even try to tell me you haven’t been rubbing one out every morning. I wasn’t shot in the eardrum, Patrick, and you aren’t quiet when you come.”
Heat creeps up my neck as Cain stares me down with a raised brow.
“Fine,” I admit. “I just figured it would be easier to be around you if we weren’t both horny.”
“Yeah? How’s that working out for you?”
“Not well.”
“So let me get you off.”
I scramble my brain, quickly trying to think of the fastest way to make us both come that will require the least amount of work on his part.
Standing, I reach out my hand.
“Okay, but we’re doing this on my terms,” I tell him.
Taking my hand, he follows me down the hallway, muttering, “God, I can’t wait until I’m cleared. I’m going to make you pay for this so hard.”
“Sounds like a good time,” I reply truthfully.
As soon as we’re in the bedroom, I strip so we’re both naked. Cain is standing at the edge of the bed, and I know he’s about to say something snarky, so I quickly move in front of him and run the tip of my dick along his shaft.
Cain grips my shoulders and shudders.
“Fuuucck. Do that again.”
I do it three more times before telling him to sit with his back against the headboard. After coating my hand in lube, I climb onto the bed after him, straddle his thighs, and take both our cocks into my hand at once.
Cain’s hands dig into my hips as they thrust forward, fucking against him in my fist.
“Holy fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you again,” Cain pants, his eyes glued to our cocks.
“That makes two of us.”
“Does that mean you’re staying?”
I’m not sure how he can be coherent enough to have this conversation, or if this was part of his plan…get me insanely turned on, past the point of coherent thought, and then ask me life-changing questions.
“Do you…want me to?” I ask, focusing my attention on my hand, unwilling to see his face when the reality of what we’re discussing dawns on him.
But he moves one hand from my hip to the incision on my heart.
“Yes, Patrick. I want you to stay.”
Finally making eye contact, I shuttle my hand faster, and as my release erupts from my body, so do the simple words I’ve desperately wanted to say for a long time.
“I fucking love you, Cain.”
“I fucking love you too. Now make me come.”
Five seconds later, Cain spills onto my hand and his stomach. A second after that, he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me down onto his chest, our scars embracing.
We lie in silence for a few minutes, each of us trying to absorb the weight of the words spoken.
The harder part is processing all the time we’ve wasted.
Filling the silence, I tell him, “That day you came to my house when I didn’t show up for my appointment, I thought you were going to say goodbye and end this once and for all.”
“I already told you, Kitten. We aren’t the kind of story that ends.”
“I also didn’t think you were capable of loving anyone other than yourself,” I admit, brushing my fingers across his shoulder.
“For a long time, neither did I,” Cain replies before gently pinching my chin and angling my face toward his. He isn’t asking for permission because, despite his growth, he’s still him, but his pause gives me time to protest or turn away.
I don’t, though, because as it turns out, Cain is able to love…and he’s choosing to love me.
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