Page 16 of Big Rucking Disaster (Rucked by You #8)
Chapter Fourteen
Johnnie
A s I lined my cock up with Yardley’s entrance, a feeling of rightness settled over me. Not only that I could do this—although that was important—but that he wasn’t just a rebound. He was Yardley . And, despite the Carly debacle, I’d just had the best month of my life.
“You okay?” His brow furrowed in concern.
“Yeah. Truly.” I pressed against him and then, inch by inch, inside him.
He hissed out a breath.
I hesitated.
“No.” He nearly shouted that. “Keep going. It’s going to burn because I haven’t done this in forever, but it’ll be fine. I’ll adjust and then…magic.” His eyes lit with pure pleasure. Something I didn’t see enough of.
I’m going to make him smile more. I didn’t know if I could, but I was damn well going to try.
The pressure on my cock was intense—as I’d known it would be—but nothing I couldn’t handle. Eventually, my head popped in.
Yardley let out a little sigh of relief. “Maybe a little slow?”
“Yep.” And I did plan to do exactly that.
My movements were deliberate, gentle, and steady as I pressed myself farther and farther into him.
As I sought his sweet spot. As I sought the place that would bring me pleasure as well.
Mine was secondary, of course, but I was going to chase this orgasm for all I was worth—even knowing I might not get there.
This was sex. Sex was messy. Sometimes body parts didn’t do what we expected of them—what we hoped of them.
Suddenly, I was fully seated.
Again, he sighed.
Then nodded.
Okay. Showtime. I withdrew almost to the tip and pushed back in.
He grinned.
I repeated the process.
He smiled.
Again and again and again.
“You can go harder, Johnnie. I’m not going to break.”
No, but I might. My heart might break wide open, and I might profess these insane feelings. I might tell you that I love you. Which is nuts…right? Yet I continued to thrust inside him—picking up the pace and the intensity as I did. The intervals shortened. Our breaths quickened.
He grasped my hair and pulled.
I moaned as my scalp tingled.
Then he snagged his cock and tugged to the timing of my thrusts. Thank fuck, because that wasn’t even something I’d thought of.
“I’m coming, Johnnie. I’m…” The words trailed off as he spurted cum all over his hand. A bit of it landed on my chest, even as the orgasm I’d chased appeared quite suddenly. I thrust once more, then held myself still.
Our eyes locked.
My body stiffened as the climax overtook me. I soared high above the mountains as high as an eagle. I wanted the feeling to go on forever. The power and the might.
Yet I knew it wouldn’t. It couldn’t.
He exhaled.
I blew out a breath as well as my heart rate started to return to normal. Slowly, I withdrew with a little pop. I giggled.
He grinned. “Get rid of the condom, and then we’ll snuggle. I want to hold you in my arms—if that’s what you want as well.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Great.” He blinked, almost as if struggling to keep his eyes open.
I laughed. “About to fall asleep on me?”
“Late night, early morning, great orgasm? Entirely possible."
Wanting to be in his arms if he dozed off, I dispensed of the condom into his garbage can and crawled back into bed, pulling the cover over us. “So, no friends ringing the doorbell?”
“God, I hope not. They’re headed out on their honeymoon.”
Axel and Hugo were headed to Greece to spend time at Hugo’s sister’s resort.
Although she, her husband, and their brood had been there yesterday, Hugo hadn’t gotten quality time with them.
I’d wondered about Axel’s feelings at having to share his new husband, but apparently he loved his new nieces and nephews as much as Hugo did and so this was, to him, a treat.
Then the couple were to fly on to England to scout out a future concert venue.
Pauletta had plans for the band.
Yardley banded his arm around my chest.
“Oh, what about the cats?” Because they were what was really important.
“I gave them extra kibble before bed last night. They’ll survive.”
Generally, they tended to be well-behaved creatures, so I trusted Yardley to know. I might sneak them an extra treat if they were good and let us rest. “Do you think they’d be good with kids?”
He stiffened. Then cleared his throat. “They’re amazing with my nephews. Patient and kind, even when Meyer’s trying to pull their tails. Well, he’s pretty much out of that phase. In all these years, not a single scratch. Now, they’re getting older…” He swallowed hard.
“I get it.” I pressed my hand to his as it lay against my chest. “So are we.”
“You want kids.”
“I want kids. It might not happen, but—” I floundered,.
“We can make it happen. There are kids living on the streets right now that we could give a home to. They’d have huge psychological issues, but we can deal with that.
Or younger kids who need a safe space for a while—maybe while their parents get their shit together.
There are so many ways we can do this.” His voice animated more and more as he spoke.
So much for him falling asleep. “You honestly think it’ll be that easy?”
“Well, we could even look for a pregnant woman who wants to give up her baby. You know that big movie star, right? Peter Erickson? He and his husband found their daughter that way. They’re really open about that and how it changed their lives.
We could do that, Johnnie. I mean, not tomorrow. We’d need to get married first…”
A silence enveloped the room.
Forever, it felt like.
“Yardley?”
“Yeah?” He might’ve squeaked that.
“Did you just propose?”
“Too soon, right?”
“Maybe just a bit?” I smiled. “Ask me again when we’re not in a post-orgasmic haze.
” I carefully didn’t specify a timeframe.
I’d leave it up to him. But hell, if he waited too long, I might do it myself.
This relationship felt both incredibly rushed and incredibly right.
“I will say this.” I took a deep breath—sort of grateful we weren’t facing each other.
“I think I love you. Which is all kinds of crazy given it’s been, what, a day? ”
“Four weeks.”
“Right. Four weeks.” I smiled. “Still crazy.”
“Johnnie?”
“Yeah.”
“I feel the same way.”
“Oh. Well, just so you didn’t feel pressured—”
“Johnnie?”
“Hmm?”
“Have I ever felt pressured into doing anything?”
I thought about it for an inordinate amount of time. I wanted to be certain I reviewed our entire relationship before responding, “no.”
“So when I say I love you, then you know I’m sincere, right? That I do love you?”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
He kissed my shoulder.
“Rest now, sweetheart. We’ve got all the time in the world.” Today was Sunday, and we had the day off. Then balls-to-the-wall practices until our big game on Friday night against Montréal. We had to break our losing streak against them. We just had to.
And, on that note, I drifted off to sleep.