Built (Saints of Denver #1)(91)

It was a sweet kiss, a soft kiss. It was a kiss of homecoming, a kiss of settling in, and a kiss of breaking ground on something lasting and unbreakable. It was a kiss that sealed our fate, sealed us together, and forged something strong and resilient that would last no matter what came at us. It was a kiss that unified us, wound us together, and spoke to how we would fight for each other, for our family, and for this beautiful, brilliant thing we chose that lived between us.

“The shore is in sight and I’ll keep kicking, but I reached you, and that was what I have been swimming toward since we met.”

“I’ve got you, Say.”

“I know you do, Zeb.” She slid her fingers through the buttons on my shirt and pressed her lower half against mine. “Can we kiss and make up now?”

I growled low in my throat and walked her backward toward the bed. “Don’t you have something you want me to fix before we get naked?”

She rolled her eyes and started pulling at my shirt. “Yeah, I need you to fix this endless and constant ache I have between my legs. It hurts all the time and only you have the proper tool to fix it.”

I tossed my head back and laughed at her. “So really, you want to f*ck and make up?”

She nodded vigorously, which surprised a laugh out of me as she hit the bed with the back of her knees and went down on her back, pulling me with her. She was wrestling my shirt off my shoulders and kissing the side of my neck. It felt like her hands and her mouth were all over me, and when I tried to tell her to slow down so I could fully savor having her back in my arms, she pouted at me in such a cute way I just had to kiss her, which led to lots of tangled tongues and my dick screaming at me to be set free.

I wanted to take my time. She wanted to take me.

She wiggled until I let her up and she crawled over me so that she could pull my shirt open. The buttons popped off and clattered on the floor, which made her laugh. I leaned up enough that I could pull it off and helped her get my T-shirt off over my head. She paused for a second and used her finger to lightly trace over my lips.

“I really missed you, Zeb.”

I grunted as she scooted down and started to work on my belt and the zipper my cock was trying to push its way through. “Good thing, because I really missed you, too.”

My very eager and ready dick jumped into her palm as soon as she had my pants open.

She snickered at me. “Obviously.” Her face sobered up as she curled her fingers around my dick and rubbed her thumb around the throbbing tip. “You are the only thing I have ever wanted for real, Zeb, and that is the truth.”

What a fine truth it happened to be. Her eyes sparkled up at me and then my dick was in her mouth and I forgot how to think. Forgot how to breathe. Forgot all the nights spent alone and wanting her because all I could feel was her pressed against me and her quick tongue rolling around and around. The time without her was insignificant and meaningless compared to the time with her.

I buried my hands in her hair and felt my eyes roll back in my head when one of her hands snaked between my legs and gently started to fondle my tightly drawn-up sac. She didn’t let up when I told her to take it easy. She acted like she was on a mission to get me off, and while I appreciated the enthusiasm, it had been too long since I had been inside of her and there was no way we weren’t finishing this beautiful reunion joined together and at the same time.

I growled at her and used my hold on her hair to pull her off my dick that was now shiny with saliva and harder than I think it had ever been. I started tugging at her brightly colored top and ordered her to peel out of those tight-ass pants. She pouted as she did it, but she complied with my demands. I took a second to appreciate her navy-blue bra and her barely-there panties before stripping her out of them. All I wanted on her skin was my hands and my mouth.

“Don’t pout. You can have my dick in your mouth whenever you want, but right now I need to be inside you. It’s how we said good-bye, it’s how we’re going to reunite. In fact, it might be how we communicate everything from here on out.”

She laughed at that, but it faded into a groan as I kissed her and backed her into the bed again. This time when she fell backward her arms were around my neck, I had a knee between her spread legs, and when I landed on her I also landed inside her. I sank all the way in, deep, endless, and as far inside of her as I could go. Our hips pressed together. Her breasts rubbed against my chest, her nipples poked at me, and her eyes got a little misty.

I was more than happy to drown in her as her body welcomed me back and held on tight like it never wanted me to leave again. I was perfectly happy with that. I lifted up on an arm and clasped the side of her face with one hand. I bent down so I could kiss the very tip of her nose.

“I love you, Sayer.”

Her arms wrapped around me and she curled one of her long legs up around her my waist. “I love you, too, Zeb.” Her pale eyebrows lifted up and she smiled at me. “Now that the making-up part is done, can we move on to the f*cking? Please?”

I chuckled and started to move with her. Every time I pressed inside of her, every time she lifted up to meet my thrust, I knew this was the only choice either of us could have ever made.

EPILOGUE

Eight months later

I was on top of Zeb and he was buried deep inside of me as I rode him like I was trying to break him.

He had one hand on my hip, another around my bouncing breast as he played with my nipple to the point that it hurt and burned a little. I was panting like I had run a marathon and my hands were curling into the ink on his chest as I felt my orgasm looming hot and blinding behind my eyes. It was so close. I was so close. All it would take was the slightest brush of his work-roughened fingertip on my clit to send me over and I wasn’t above begging him to make it happen.