Page 31 of Gin & Sin (Last Call #2)

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STEWART

Kit gently lays me down on my back, kissing his way up my body until he claims my lips again. As I tangle my fingers in his thick hair, I nearly tremble from the emotions flowing through me.

He loves me.

This incredible man is in love with me. I thought it would take years to find someone, if I even could, but thank goodness I was wrong.

“I love kissing you,” Kit murmurs against my lips. “You put your whole self into your kiss, like a starving man finally being fed.”

“That’s because I’ve never been kissed like this.”

“From now on, you’ll only be kissed like this. How’s that sound, Professor?”

“Divine.”

Kit smiles as he slides his hand down my body and between my legs. I’m eager to have him inside me again, but he’s clearly taking his time with me. I bump my hips, knocking his erection against mine.

“What are you doing? Are you edging me?”

Kit chuckles. “No, babe. Just enjoying you. There’s no rush, is there?”

“Yes. I’m desperate for you.” Reaching up, I cup his face. “We have all the time we need for slow, leisurely lovemaking, but right now, I’m going to explode if you don’t get inside me.”

Kit’s eyes heat just the way I hoped. “Gotta get you ready.”

“I’m ready. What do you think I was doing while you were at work? I showered, I prepped. I thought you’d sneak in at three a.m. and sleepily slide your cock inside me. I wanted to make it easy for you.”

“Jesus, babe. You’re a fantasy come true.”

Before I can say anything, he attacks my mouth in a heated kiss as his fingers find their way between my legs, where my hole is slick and waiting. I swear it clenches with need and anticipation as he circles my rim and ensures I’m soft enough to take his cock. I’m so hard I think I could hammer nails.

“Fuck, you feel so nice,” Kit whispers, pushing my legs apart a little more to give himself space. A whole-body shiver moves down my spine when I feel the head of his cock nudging my hole, then I exhale slowly and he enters me in one long stroke.

His mouth falls open as he gazes down at me. I take him in, from his thick beard to his wondrous expression, and I know for certain I’ve found my person. I know for certain who I am. I know for certain what I have to offer.

Kit’s arms shake as he holds himself still above me. “If I move, I might come.”

Laughing softly, I tickle his chest then gently squeeze his nipples. “That’s okay, lover. I’ll still be here in the morning.”

“And the morning after that?”

“And the morning after that.”

“God, I love you.”

With that, he lets loose, slamming his hips into mine and adjusting to find that perfect angle to hit me just right. I cling to his shoulders, straining my neck to kiss his jaw and his mouth, wrapping my body around his like an octopus.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Stewart.”

“You feel so perfect, Kit. So right for me.”

“Made for you,” he grunts as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and gently bites me.

My cock rubs against his belly, hard and leaking, and as my balls pull close to my body, I claw at his back, the two of us in a blissful rhythm that carries me straight over the edge. I shout his name as my cock twitches and a powerful orgasm rattles my body.

“Oh fuck,” Kit yells. “Stewart.”

His hold around me tightens as he tenses and his cock swells deep inside me. He looks like something straight out of my dreams with his brow creased and his face a picture of ecstasy. He keeps his eyes open, gazing down at me with his lips parted as we both ride through the intensity of our orgasms, and when it finally slows, he collapses in my arms.

I keep myself wrapped around him, trembling from the experience. I had no fucking idea sex could be like this. I could lament all the time wasted, but I won’t. I’m going to stay here in the present, soaking up every second of what I have now.

After a few minutes, I loosen my grip, and Kit gently rolls off of me. I flinch as his cock slides out of me, but the throbbing soreness left behind brings a smile to my lips.

“Stay,” he says. “Be right back.”

“As if I could move.”

He chuckles, climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom. When he returns, he’s got a warm cloth he uses to wipe me up.

“You’re such a gentleman.”

“I’m the top. It’s my job.”

“Good to know in case you let me top you again.”

“Oh I will, gorgeous.”

He scoots in closer, holding me in his arms as I lay my head on his chest.

“This is nice.”

I feel Kit nod. “It’s perfect. You’re happy, right?”

“Over the moon.”

“Good.”

As we lie in silence, my thoughts swirl around the future and the possibilities, but it’s December, which means…

“Christmas is coming.” I tickle my fingers through Kit’s chest hair. “Now that we’re an item, can I make a request?”

“Of course.” He rolls slightly to his side. “I’m all ears.”

“Can we skip meeting the family and gift giving pressure and do something romantic instead?”

Relief spreads over his face. “Absolutely.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “You’re not out yet, are you?”

I shake my head. “Nope, and while I’m not really worried about it, I don’t think it would be cool to just drop it on everyone.”

“Totally fair. What’s your idea of a romantic Christmas?”

I shrug, brushing my lips over his chest. “I don’t know. I’ve never had one. The holidays with my ex were stressful because she took on a lot for her family. She baked and we hosted and she insisted on getting gifts for everyone. We often spent the actual holiday driving across the state to visit multiple homes. I hated it.”

“That doesn’t sound fun. Me and the guys talked about creating our own traditions. Lowen wants to hire decorators and we agreed, except for the tree. Bane and Jerryn want to watch holiday movies and drink cocoa, and Salem wants to bake cookies. Ridley wants to have a big dinner, and Indy just wants everyone to be happy.”

“I don’t want to intrude on your traditions though.”

“Babe, come on. You’re part of it now. You’re my family too. I want you here for all of it.”

I swear my heart just swelled in my chest. “You do?”

“You could move your shit in right now and I wouldn’t complain.”

I reach up to brush his hair from his forehead. “That’s ultimately what you’d want, isn’t it? You want to live here with all the guys?”

His face falls and then his brow creases. “Oh. I didn’t really think about that. You own your house. I guess it’s asking a lot for you to move in with six other people.”

“I do own it but…” I blow out a breath. “If I’m honest, it’s never felt like home. When we’re here I feel like we’re in our own little luxurious world.”

He chuckles. “Lowen’s magic.” He bends his head to kiss my forehead. “We’ll figure it out. In the meantime, you’re welcome here, and if you want me to be at yours sometimes, that’s fine too. As long as we’re together, I’ll be happy.”

“Me too.”

Kit pulls me closer so I bury my nose in his chest hair, inhaling his manly scent. I can’t believe I get to have this now. It’s like a dream.

“I have an idea,” he says. “One day before the session starts again, I’ll take you on a real date, away from the bar, and we’ll make our own tradition. Whatever you want to do, I’ll make it happen. We can even make snow angels.”

“Did you know you were such a romantic at heart?”

Kit chuckles. “Nope. Guess it took meeting you to bring it out in me.”

“I didn’t know I needed it so much until meeting you.”

Kit lifts my chin so I’m gazing up at him. “You’re the one for me, Stewart. I hope you know I’m not letting go, and if I ever miss the mark or the romance drifts away, call me out, because I always want to be the one who puts a smile on your face.”

I stretch my neck to press a kiss to his lips. “Deal.”

We lie quietly for a few minutes, tangled in his bedding and soaking in the love flowing between us. It’s so tangible, and not at all what I thought love felt like. It’s never been this intense.

“Kit?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“There is one thing I want to do.”

“Tell me.”

“Two years ago, this place opened up in the city. It’s supposed to be this super romantic experience involving wine and chocolate.”

“Oh yeah, Lowen was telling us about it when we were discussing specials we could do for New Year’s Eve.”

“It might be too late to get a reservation, but if we could try that would be amazing.”

“I’ll see what I can make happen.”

“Thank you.”

Kit rolls us over so that he’s on top of me. The look in his eyes makes my stomach flutter. He loves me. It’s written all over his face.

“Speaking of New Year’s Eve, we’re having a big event at Moby’s. Will you come?”

“I won’t be in your way?”

“Not at all. I wouldn’t be able to focus if you weren’t there.”

“Tell you what, I’ll come if I can have a task to help out.”

He grins. “I’m sure we can find something.” As he lowers his body onto mine, our soft cocks bumping together, he nuzzles my neck. “I’m so crazy about you. You drive me wild and I love it.”

“I’m not sure why, but I don’t care. I accept it and I’m happy about it.”

Kit chuckles. “Good. Want to take a bath and then fix a snack?”

“Shouldn’t you get back to the bar?”

“They can handle it.” He kisses me sweetly. “Besides, we’re not done here. I have another round in me. How about you, Professor?”

“Absolutely.”