“Come here and find out.”
I’m so drawn to Jack, always have been, and I go to him as easily as a tide finds the moon. Let him tug me below deck to the bed in the cabin twice the size of the old one. And let me tell you, any worries I had about Jack getting motion sickness on the water find themselves fast obliterated by the way he crowds me down onto the mattress as if he’s been waiting his whole life to take me apart to the rhythm of the ocean.
TheSironarocks gently on her anchor, the soft slap of water filtering through the cabin like a pulse.
I’m on my back.
Jack braces himself over me and it’s how we fuck most often. How we fit. But he has a different glint in his eye today and I don’t think too hard about it. Neither of us do—we let instinct guide us, and I find myself over him, taking him inside my body, thankful to every god I’ve ever learned about that I’m not tired and broken anymore. That I’m happy and free, and my best friend loves me as much as I love him.
EPILOGUE - JACK
Sex is different now. Probably because we’re different too. And Christ, Sol. He’s so graceful as he rides me. So perfect. So beautiful. I’m close to coming the second I’m inside him, but I’ll hold out forever to see him like this.
The sweat on his inked chest.
The arch of his spine.
The subtle curve of his rock-hard dick as it juts between us, already sticky and slick with how good this feels for him.
For me.
Sol grinds down, grunting with exertion as he claims my mouth. Still with me, even though I know he loves and needs me to fuck him out of his head some days.
I live for those days and nights. But I think I love this more. Sharing this peak of pleasure with locked eyes and fused lips. Twined breaths and slippery skin.
Sol breaks our kiss and leans back, bracing his hands behind me. He finds a new rhythm and the change in angle has me groaning and gripping his hips, glad we don’t have to worry about being quiet.
We’re not good at quiet fucking. Mal tells me all the time, but I don’t care. He’s not that good at it either and my brother is a long way from my mind right now.
Sol is so tight around my cock. So hot. He moves faster above me, sudden tension gripping him, and I know he’s about to come. See it in his unhinged jaw and taut muscles. In the flush that steals over his heated skin, my favourite kind of storm.
He shudders hard. “Jack, I’m?—”
“I know. I know. It’s okay. I want to see it, Sol. I love you.”
I can’t tell if it’s my words that tip him over the edge, or the involuntary flex of my hips, a wild thrust I can’t contain. And more than the clench of him around me, or the unfettered pleasure I see overcome him, it’s his face that sends me over the edge. The shocked ecstasy as he paints my belly with cum.
I’m so in love with him.
A thought that drills deeper foundations as release bombs through me, I spill inside him, and I come and come and come, grateful all over again for the feral shout that tears out of me.
It’s so fucking perfect. I want to stay inside him forever, but taking care of him matters more.
I roll us, pulling free and cleaning up while he’s still boneless and dazed. I stopped worrying a long time ago about orgasms triggering seizures. It’s already happened, and it was fine. Sol caught me, loved me, and we lived to fuck another day. We lived for this day, and tomorrow, and forever.
“Jackie?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m so happy, love.”
I hold him so tight it’s a wonder he’s not dust when I’m done. “Sol, I’m so fucking happy too.”
It’s evening by the time we sail home. It’s been years since I spent so long on the water, and I feel it as we hit dry land. A subtle glitch to remind me it doesn’t matter how delighted I am with my lot these days, I’ll never be entirely whole.
Sol steadies me. Then he sniffs the air. “Someone’s cooking.”
“Who?”