Page 90 of Saving You

Oz shivered at the command, and he lowered his head, running his tongue over rough skin and coarse hair. They were heavy and fat, and he wanted to take them in his mouth, but before he could try, Ridge yanked him back and thrust his cock against Oz’s throat.

His hand flew over his dick, and right as Oz inhaled, come splattered over his neck and chest. It was the hot, wet sensation that sent him over the edge. His vision whited out, and his hipsspasmed into his fist. His cock throbbed and spilled, dribbling over his knuckles as he eased himself through the aftershocks.

He came to with his face plastered against Ridge’s thigh and tender fingers running through his hair.

“Holy shit,” Ridge said, his voice thready.

Oz couldn’t help a laugh as he turned his face to get some air. “Mmm.” He couldn’t speak.

“You are so fucking perfect. Jesus. Come up here, baby. Get on the bed. Let me clean us up.”

Oz had no idea how Ridge was always so composed after, but he had a feeling it had something to do with his caregiving nature. He was never happier than when he was spoiling the people he loved most, and Oz felt particularly adored as Ridge peeled the rest of his clothes off and spread him on top of the sheets.

He walked off for a beat, returning with a warm cloth that smelled like basil hand soap, and he cleared away the mess as best he could. When he was done, he crawled up on the bed and curled his body around Oz’s, kissing the back of his neck.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Mm?” Oz hummed.

“Forever. That I’m your forever. Because you’re mine. I think I knew it even when you were pretending not to like me.”

Oz flushed, but he was done apologizing for that. It was time to move on. He knew the teasing didn’t mean Ridge hadn’t forgiven him. In fact, it was the opposite. Ridge felt comfortable enough, he knew deep down in his soul that Oz wasn’t going anywhere.

He was safe.

They both were.

This was the start, and someday, if he ever found his faith again, he’d know there was no ending. This was destined.

Fated.

“Kiss me,” Oz said.

Ridge gently turned him and did as he asked. When he pulled back, he cradled Oz’s jaw one more time. “I want to marry you. I want to have another baby.”

Oz felt his eyes go hot. “Yeah?”

“If you want. Only if you want.”

Oz couldn’t give an answer then, but the way Ridge held him tighter told him that he’d read it off Oz’s face. He didn’t need to say the words. Deep down, he knew everything Ridge wanted was right.

The End