Page 183 of My Unfinished Heart

“I don’t need you to go fast,” he says, “But I don’t want you to stop yourself from coming, either.”

“I can come right now if you want.”

“That is not what I just said.”

“Sit on my fucking cock, Tristan.”

He does, sinking down with a soft moan and working the top half of my erection with a few dips of his hips before settling onto my lap. “Jesus,” I whisper. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

He puts his hands on my knees and leans back, showing me how perfect he looks, too. He’s smooth with his body, an expert at rolling his hips and working his core. His gaze already looks fucked out and hazy because he’s got me right up against his prostate, and so I give myself a little lube, take his cock in my hand, and stroke.

“Oh, fuck,” he sighs. “This is a great angle.”

“Damn right it is. Dinner and a show.”

His lips quirk before his mouth drops open with a gasp as I give him a tight squeeze and swipe my thumb across his tip.

“Still everything you hoped for?” I think he knows I’m not just asking about sex. I’m asking about me. About us. About this life he agreed to share with me by accepting that ring.

He pushes off my knees and wraps his arms around me, effectively making me stop touching him other than to hold him close. We kiss, and something about the slide of his tongue against mine, the tug of his lips on my mouth and the hum that comes straight from his chest, gets me. My thighs tense beneath him, and my ass comes off the couch as my orgasm hits me right in the groin.

I gasp as it numbs my brain and steals my breath. Resting my forehead against his shoulder, I ride it out inside him as he brings himself to his own finish with his talented ass and his cock smashed against my abs.

To be honest, I lasted longer than I thought I would. It’s a good thing he’s not going anywhere, which he confirms breathlessly against my ear. “We’ll do better next time. I think we needed that one out of our systems.”

Lax, vulnerable, and heart totally open, I say, “Let’s keep doing it until we get bored with each other, okay?”

I feel his smile when he kisses my cheek. “I will if you will.”

With zero hesitation and no reservations, I promise him what’s left of my life.

THIRTY

Extra Miles

St. David’s Hospital—About two years later

“It’s official.” I stretch my legs as far as they’ll go in an attempt to make a bed out of the most uncomfortable chair I’ve ever had the misery of sitting in. “This is the longest day of my life.”

Connor gives my leg an impatient pat and sighs. I can’t count how many times he’s sighed at me today. He stopped trying to reassure me with words hours ago.

“How long since we’ve had an update?” I ask.

“About an hour,” he says.

“It feels like it was yesterday.”

“Technically it was.”

I glance again at the clock on the wall. Midnight has managed to slip by without my notice. “Jesus.”

“You could always go home. I can text you when anything happens.”

The idea of that is just as bad as the idea of waiting another eight hours. It was stupid to think this kind of thing happened in ten minutes like it does in movies.

“Hey.”

I raise my head at the flat sound of West’s voice. I don’t bother to sit up.