Page 107 of Emmett

“I love you.”

I press another kiss to his lips before spitting into the palm of my hand and stroking it over my cock. I curse under my breath as I watch my dick sink inside of him and Nash wraps a leg around me, letting me give him every inch.

“Christ, you’re tight,” I breathe as he stretches around my cock.

My mouth crashes into his and I feed him a moan as our hips work together, sending fire pouring through every inch of my body.

“I know you can fuck harder than that,” he taunts.

Tucking my face into the crook of his neck, I grab onto Nash’s hip and curse as I pound into him, hurtling myself closer and closer to the edge until every nerve in my body lights up with pleasure. Nash’s hand wraps around his cock, stroking to match my every thrust, and it might just be the most beautiful goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.

“Shit,” I pant, “You’re gonna make me come.”

Nash’s free hand grips the back of my head, pulling it away from him. “And why should I let you?” Studying my face, he adds, “Oh, you think because you’re topping, you’re in charge here?”

“Nash—”

“Why should I let you come, pretty boy?”

Pressing my lips to his ear with a hard thrust of my hips, I whisper, “Because I’ve earned it. And you want it.”

“Manners,” he chides.

“It’s my birthday,” I counter.

Without giving him time to protest, I dive into his mouth with my own, swallowing his moans as I force him over the edge and his body stills while he comes.

I follow closely behind, gripping onto his hip like a vise while I unload inside of him, and I drop my forehead to his shoulder as I come down.

“Christ, you’re a mess,” I chuckle as I reach for my shirt to wipe his cum from his stomach.

“Happy birthday,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “That can be your gift: I will bottom for you once a year. Get us another one of those,” he tells me, gesturing toward our spent joint.

I pull my boxer briefs on as I slide off of the bed, and I reach into a dresser drawer for the stash jar which holds my pre-rolls. Tucking one of them between my lips, I return toNash and settle on the bed next to him before lighting the joint and passing it his way.

“Move in with me,” he says, brushing my hair away from my eyes, and I let out a surprised laugh.

“What?”

“I’m serious.” Resting on his elbow, he stares down at me. “It was never lonely being by myself in that house before you. It never felt empty. You carved out a place for yourself there. You belong there.”

I try not to show the doubt on my face as I lift myself to join him, staring into his hazel eyes, but I don’t trust myself. I’m doing better, but I’m not where I think I should be. “The pool doesn’t make you nervous?”

It doesn’t scare you like it does me?

He shakes his head. “I know what to look for now,” he says plainly, “and if I can’t be there, my staff will know not to let you near it without me present.”

“I don’t want you to babysit me.”

“Loving you and babysitting you are two very different things,” he tells me, “and I only plan to do one of them.”

Trailing my hand across his chest, I wrap my body around his and let out a contented sigh. For a night that I didn’t want to be here for, it sure has been pretty close to perfect.

FORTY-TWO

Nash

The familiar smell of cinnamon wafts into Emmett’s bedroom, pulling me from the most pleasant sleep that I’ve had in a long time. It feels as if I’ve stepped into a time machine as I stretch my back and climb out of the bed, letting my nose lead me out to the kitchen.