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“Like you said, don’t want to embarrass myself.” Holt peppered kisses against my shoulders. “You still good? This isn’t too much?”
I turned to look at him. “You feel so fucking good, baby. I want you to fuck me. I’m not going to break.”
That was all Holt needed to hear before he sank into me over and over, stretching me to the limit, digging his nails into my skin. He bit down on my shoulder, his teeth breaking the skin as he groaned out my name. Sweat beaded around my hairline before dripping down my face as I fisted the blanket beneath me. He twisted my face back to his so he could brand hard kisses to my mouth, and when I tugged hard on his bottom lip, Holt shoved his tongue into my mouth. We had done this before, but this time was totally different, and it was hotter than anything I had ever done. It was sex. It was fucking. It was making love. When I looked at Holt, my heart threatened to burst from my chest.
“I love you so fucking much,” I whispered.
He smiled at me with tears in his eyes. “I love you, too.”
Then he finally reached around to grasp my leaking cock in his hand. The second Holt’s hand made contact with my needy shaft; it was all over. I clenched around him as cum spilled from my dick over his fingers and onto the bed as I cried out his name. I felt Holt shudder above me, his own release hitting him, and then his body slumped over mine, slick with sweat.
“Jesus, fuck.” He moaned before dropping onto the bed on his back, slipping the condom off and tying it up to drop it on the floor. “That was—”
“Amazing.”
Holt’s eyes met mine. “We need to do that more often.” He smiled.
“Oh, so now you’re not a power bottom anymore?” I teased before I moved onto my side and wrapped myself around him. I listened to the sound of his heart as his breathing started to slow back down.
Holt tangled his hands in my hair. “No, but I liked it. Maybe when we feel like switching it up now and then.”
I stared at my ring as it sparkled against his chest. “Mmmmm.”
“Wore you out?”
“A little bit.”
Holt let out a soft chuckle. “Should we bother to wash up or are you going to just fall asleep in post-coital bliss?”
I muttered something, or at least I thought I did, but before I knew it, I drifted off, dreaming about Holt and our future together.
***
I woke up sleeping upside down on the bed with a blanket covering my naked body. It was dark, I was alone, and for a moment, I was confused. I thought I was back in my room at my parents’ house, that Holt was gone, and we were still broken up. I sat up, my heart racing, and gathered my thoughts before everything came flooding back to me. The accident, the hospital, and....
“Holt.” When I called out my fiancé’s name, it came out in a whisper. “Holt!” This time, it sounded a little louder. When I didn’t get a response, fear prickled through me until I heard the soft murmurs of voices coming from the other room. I yanked the blanket off and climbed from the bed. I dug around on the floor for my clothes to get dressed, then headed down the hall.
“We’re fine.” Holt had the door open enough so he could talk to the person on the other side, but they couldn’t see inside. “You don’t have to worry.”
I pressed myself against his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Who are you talking—Dad.” His dad, Alexander; not my father.
“I came by to check on you and Watts. I wanted to make sure you both were all right.” He looked terrible. Like maybe everything was finally catching up with him. Good. He should feel like shit after what he’d done to my mother.
Holt glanced up at me before he turned back to his father. “I told you. See, we’re fine. You can leave now.”
“Do you want to come in?” I asked and felt Holt stiffen in my arms. I slid my hands up to his shoulders and squeezed them lightly. I knew he was upset with his father; I was too, but maybe this was the olive branch we both needed.
Dad looked at Holt before he met my eyes. “If it’s okay with Holt. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”
“You all right with it, baby?” I murmured. When Holt nodded, we stepped back and let Dad into the apartment.
He looked around for a second before he dragged both hands through his hair. His hazel eyes met my dark ones before he let out a long sigh. “I need to apologize to the both of you. For everything. I shouldn’t have... Your mother knew. She always saw the way you looked at Watts, son, and I was in denial when she tried to tell me.” He hung his head. “You’re happy?”
“Very,” Holt answered before he took my hand. “We love one another, Dad. I know it might weird you out or whatever, but we’re only asking for you to be happy for us. You know Watson will take care of me. He’s a good man, and that’s all I ever wanted.” He squeezed my fingers.
A lump formed in my throat as I tried to gather my thoughts. “I can’t drive anymore. It was Holt’s idea to start a team together, and we’re going to do that. We’re going to get married and start a family at some point, too. We want you to be a part of our lives. If you want that.”
Dad’s head shot up. “I’d like that.”
