Page 73 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked

We’re not just fucking.

We’re taking back everything we lost.

We’re locked together—eyes, bodies, and souls—uniting in a way we haven’t in so long and moving like we were made to.

“Roman…”

“I know, baby. I’m right there with you.”

This is everything.

This is home.

I catch her wrist, slam it above her head, and lace our fingers together. I drive into her harder, deeper, until the room is nothing but the sound of her moans. Sweat beads across her chest, running down that dip in her throat, and I lower my mouth to her skin, licking up the salt and heat as I fuck her into the mattress.

I want her to feel this for days.

I want every muscle in her body to remember me and ache for me tomorrow.

“You’re almost there, baby,” I murmur, brushing my mouth over hers. “Let me feel you break.”

My name tears out of her throat as she tightens around my cock. She’s falling apart for me—so completely, so fucking beautifully.It’s everything I’ve missed, everything I swore I was done needing, and I’m already lost in it.

“Fuck, Addie,” I choke out as my orgasm slams into me. I bury myself to the base, feeling her clench and pulse around me while I spill inside her.

Chest to chest, breath to breath, I look down at the girl I’ve loved every day, even when she wasn’t mine, to find her staring up at me like I carved the constellations just to guide her home to us.

My fingers thread through her hair as she drags her nails gently over my back. We don’t talk. We just breathe each other in and let the weight of what this is settle into our bones.

When I finally pull out, she lets out a soft gasp. I spread her legs wider, looking down and watching my cum leak out of her, and with two fingers, I push it back in.

“This is still mine, baby.”

“It never stopped being yours. Not in here,” she says, tapping her temple.

I kiss her forehead and linger there for a moment, my body exhausted but my heart wide open. When I roll to my back, I tug her against me, and her head finds my chest while soft, delicate fingers trace my ribs.

“Did you mean what you said? About coming to Boston?” I ask, my thumb brushing slow lines up her spine.

She lifts her head, resting her chin on my chest. “Of course I meant it. I can’t come with you tomorrow, but I’ll take care of things here and be with you as soon as I can.”

I hate that. I hate the idea of leaving Addie here, even for a day. She knows that too. She knows patience has never been my strong suit when it comes to anyone I love.

“How long?”

“I don’t know,” she answers honestly. “But I refuse to spend another Christmas without you.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

ZEKE

Pretty sure Jasperand I have never moved this fast in our lives, but when the girl you love video calls you with the guy you love eating her out, you haul ass back to them as quickly as possible.

“Are you hard?” Jasper pants, breath fogging in the freezing air as we power walk through the snow, and I can’t help the laugh that rips out of me. “Fuck, I’m so fucking hard.”

We don’t even make it inside before I’ve got him slammed against the door, hips rutting against him with zero shame. “Yeah, baby. I’m hard.”