Page 187 of Innocent

One hand cups my ass, helping me grind, while he curls the fingers of his other around my erection and squeezes.

Fuuuuck.

My eyes want to fall closed because of the perfection ofthis, but I also don’t want to miss a second. The way his blue eyes glaze over, looking sweetly needy and greedy, with his body torn between autopilot and perfect obedience to me.

This conflict of his always hits me hard in good ways, reminds me he’s dedicated himself to this, to us.

Tome.

I kiss him and cup the nape of his neck with one hand so I can dig my nails in. I rake the nails of my other hand up and down the back of his shoulder, making him moan and tighten his grip on my ass while he strokes my cock. Even in the hottest of times, Elliot still needs a little more than just a good fuck to really enjoy his pleasure.

We slowly make that climb together, our bodies twined around each other. There are easier, faster, more explosive ways to get our nut, but there’s something sweeter and deeper about it like this, and I love it.

I lovehim.

Losing him isn’t an option. There’s magic surrounding the three of us, that we’ve woven our souls together so thoroughly in such a short amount of time. Like we were once cut from the same cloth and the tapestry’s finally restored, stitched back together.

It’s up to me to make sure those seams are reinforced and hold, I suppose. Because yeah, I do want Leo. I love the damn stalky Dom, and I want him in our lives.

Iwanthim to have his happily ever after with Elliot.

I want my happily ever after with Leo.

Maybe after venting my spleen to him I’ll be able to move past it all.

Right now, I want to focus onmyboy.

At this angle, with my weight on him, his cock’s pressed perfectly where it needs to be. Every rock of my hips milks more pre-cum out of me that he slicks along my shaft with his hand.

I’m sooo close. I want to hold back and make this last forever.

He presses his forehead against mine. “Let me feel you, baby. I want it. You know you want to give it to me.”

My eyes slam closed, sparks going off behind them as pleasure twists and snaps free. I throw my head back and he bites the base of my throat, moving, rocking with me while I spill all over his hand. He doesn’t stop stroking me and all I can do is hold on while he chases me, catches up, muffles his groan against my flesh and falls still.

Elliot pulls me against him, burying the non-spooged hand in my hair and rubbing my scalp while I rest my head on his shoulder. He doesn’t make me talk, doesn’t interrupt as I draw shaky breaths and try to remember why I threw Leo out of the house this morning.

Oh, yeah.

I’m angry at him.

“What if I tell him to leave us alone?” I whisper, terrified of his response.

Elliot sadly sighs but doesn’t stop rubbing my head. “I told you, I’m yours, and you’re mine. I can’t be with him if you can’t be with him.” He nuzzles my ear, pressing a kiss there. “You’ve proven to me throughout the years I’ve known you what dedication, what love are. What keeping a promise is. I love him, and I trust him. I know he puts us before himself, even at the expense of himself. Yet you see how broken and fucked up I am and are still willing to walk beside me even when I know you could’ve put your foot down and demanded he marry you, and he would’ve. You’re loyal.”

His voice chokes up. “I saw how angry you were at Dad that day at the farm. When I told them I’m running. I saw pure rage in your eyes, and I nearly proposed to you right then.”

I tip my head back so I can look him in the eyes. “You…did?” I thought I’d hidden it well.

“Yeah.” He sadly smiles. “No one else would’ve noticed. Except maybe Leo. I thought to myself then that if, after everything that happened, you canstilllove me that much, I am not nearly worthy enough for you, but I’m damn sure not walking away from you.”

We spend a long moment looking into each other’s eyes. I like doing this with him not just because he’s got those gorgeous blue eyes, but also because it helps strengthen our bond when sometimes that’s all wecando because of time or circumstances.

My soul’s already settled things even if my brain wants to extract a little more emotional vengeance first. “I won’t make him leave. I want to work this out with him because I love the fucking idiot. I’ll try to have a talk with him Monday or Tuesday, at the latest.”

He kisses me again. “Thank you, Sir. Do you want me to not text with him?”

I stare into his eyes for another long moment. “No, you can text with him. But I told him no drop-ins without permission from me until we settle this.”