Saint’s jeans slid from his hips and down his thighs. He was slimmer than me, but just as strong.Strongerin so many ways, and that was without knowing what he’d let slip in that devastating pseudo text message.I hate his fucking mother.
I countered the rage by sliding my hand down his flank and over the firm, rounded muscle below. With Alexei, I might’ve dug my fingers in, leaving marks on his bare skin, but with Saint, I was gentle, and I got my reward with the lightest shudder that ran through him.
His neck called to me. I kissed him there, breathing him in, drawing him closer. My shoulder was still a red-hot tangle of pain and destruction, but the throb in my jeans disarmed the ruined mess.
Saint grew hard. My hand itched to touch his cock, but I didn’t want to spook him. With Alexei gone for the day, I needed Saint with me to the point where I couldn’t imagine leaving the house without him. Apparently getting shot had cured my desire for me time.
I raised my head to kiss Saint’s jaw. He smelled of cigarettes, reminding me I hadn’t smoked in days. Maybe I’d cured my addictions too.
Not all of them, though. Not my addiction to him.
I found his lips and kissed him slowly, like I had in the kitchen. Like he’d kissed Alexei outside. Saint was hypnotic in everything he did, but like this, he was intoxicating. Kissing him dismantled me.Destroyedme. I wanted to throw him down and fuck him. I wanted him to stretch out on top of me and take me apart with his cock.
But if this was all he gave me, it was enough.
Plus, I was sore as hell from goading Alexei into fucking me yesterday, so there was that.
I kissed him until I ran out of breath, fingers tangled in his hair, then letting my hand roam his bare back. “I want to see you come,” I murmured against his heated skin. “I missed it last time.”
Saint made a tortured sound and squeezed my hip. I couldn’t tell what he was trying to say until he popped the button on my jeans.
He wasn’t asking me to fuck him, of that I was certain, but without breaking away to get his damn-fucking phone, I had to be careful.
I let him unzip me. Then I stopped him. “Lube.”
“Headboard.”
I looked at the bed, and there it was on the bed post, leftover from the night before. If Saint wasn’t intuitive enough to know we’d fucked before he’d arrived, he knew it now. “Well, shit.”
Saint snorted out a rare laugh and stepped out of his jeans, kicking them aside. Showing me his glorious back, he rounded the bed to snag the bottle and returned to press it into my hand.
It left me unable to shove my jeans away.
He did it for me, slowly, dragging them down, the rough denim on my skin making me shiver.
My dick was as hard as his. It sprang free, throbbing with an energy that belied the sorry state of the rest of me. I pumped lube into my hand, dropped the bottle, and reached for Saint, wrapping my fingers around him, and then me, crushing us together.
He made that sound again, the one that was half pain, half pure fucking joy. I banked it in my soul and began to jack us off, sliding my palm through my pleasure and his.
The rhythm was slow, and I dropped my head to his shoulder and widened my stance, borrowing his strength to stay upright.
His cock felt so good against mine. I moaned, letting the heat of him sluice through me, gathering subtle power with each pass.
My balls were already tight. It wasn’t gonna take much for me to blow. His stamina scared me, but perhaps the insanity of the last few days had got to him.
Saint groaned and tension rippled his muscles, each one strained tight. He didn’t warn me he was gonna come, but I knew, and fuck me, I welcomed it.
I let everything go except his fucking dick in my hand. For long, breathless minutes, there was nothing else. Then pleasure crested inside me, a gentle violence that eased me over the edge of something magical.
Saint came, and his low moan killed me in the sweetest way. My dick exploded, hot come seeping out of me, mixing with his. I kept working us until I couldn’t handle the lingering jolts of sensation, then I slumped against him, just for a fucking moment.
He held me up, his solid warmth rocked by his shattered breathing. We were a mess, but god, I loved it.
I lovedhim.
Panting, shaking, I raised my head. His gaze was as complex as ever, but there was a softness there too. A peace. Goddamn, he was so beautiful. “Okay?”
He nodded. “Are you?”