Chapter Twenty-Three

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Morgan

Ilove the full feeling, the way my body adjusted to fit something Dusty has given me. I turn around, the two of us pushing up and onto our knees while we kiss.

We thrust against each other, dicks rubbing, balls touching, chests without a whisper between us.

I run my hands down his strong, broad back, to the curve of his plump ass, holding his cheeks, squeezing them, pulling them apart, letting one of my fingers dip inside his crease to rub his hole. “I can’t wait to fuck you with this inside me.” I lick his neck, nip at the skin over his collarbone.

“Then do it.”

“Oh, I will, but it’s my turn to play.” I push his arm up and over his head, giving myself access to one of my favorite parts of him. I lean forward, kiss my way down to his armpit, then lick it from bottom to top. He’s salty here, and the rough hairs feel good against my tongue as I taste Dusty in one of the areas that’s filled with the essence of him. It’s better than any kind of drink I could have had at the bar tonight. It’s all Dusty and his want for me.

“Fuck, I love it when you do this,” he says, the fingers on his other hand skating up and down my back as he lets me make a meal of him…and I do—kissing and licking, tasting and savoring. First the left side, then the right. God, what I wouldn’t do just to live with my face right here…and in his ass and groin, where it’s all just Dusty.

“Lie down,” I tell him.

We turn so he goes to his back, with his head in the pillows. The feeling of the thick plug is constant, moving with me, making me feel like Dusty is inside me. And even though he’s not, at least not in this moment, he’s always inside me in every other way.

I go back to what I was doing, his arms above his head, just letting myself enjoy him the way I want. I go from one pit to the other again, then tease his nipples, sucking and biting, one, then the other.

“Christ, baby.” Dusty groans, body arching up.

I smile against his skin, then continue my journey down his body, stopping when I get to his groin. I nuzzle the coarse hair there, burying my face as deep as I can go into the crease where his thigh meets his groin, licking and pulling deep breaths in through my nose.

Down…

Down…

Until I’m rooting around under his balls, tasting the skin there too.

Dusty gives me free rein over his body, opening his legs, holding them back for me until I reach his hole. “We’re good?” I ask him.

“Yeah, we’re good.” He tosses me a pillow, which I shove beneath his hips.

My tongue circles his rim, tasting more salt and man. I devour him there, licking, then pushing a spit-slicked finger inside him. Dusty says my name huskily, breathlessly, and it’s the best kind of high.

I slick up with the lube, then push two fingers into the tight grip of his body. “Look at you, taking my fingers. You’re all mine, Dust. This is my hole now.”

He gasps. “Always. It’s always been yours, even before you claimed it.”

Dizziness sweeps over me. Jesus, this man and the things he says to me.

I shift while I fuck my fingers into him, stretching him. The plug moves in my ass, making a zing of pleasure shoot down my spine.

I lap at his full balls, taste them, kiss and suck them while I work open his ass and fuck my dick against the bed.

I feel like he’s all around me, all over me and inside me, and like I’m the same for him.

“Fuck me…need to feel you. Want your dick in me, baby. I need it so fucking bad,” he begs.

My cock jerks, and I almost come right then and there.

I hate even taking my fingers out of him, body trembling with all this pent-up want that feels like I’ll explode from it at any moment.

I pump some lube onto my cock, ease between his legs, and thrust into him.

Dusty says my name, and I lean over and claim his mouth, pushing my tongue inside while I fuck into his tight, hot heat over and over again. There is nothing like Dusty’s ass around my cock. Every time I move, the plug rubs against me, sending delicious pleasure shooting through me.

His arms wrap around me, his body accepting each and every pump of my hips. It’s like his hole was made for my cock. I know mine was made for him, like we fit together, this plan in the stars that took too long to come to fruition.

But now that it has, I’ll never let go again.

“Fuck…right there. Harder.”

His blunt nails dig into my back, and I fuck harder, give Dusty every part of me. My sweat drips from my body to his, our skin slick as we rub against each other. My balls are so damn high and full, ready to fill him, to release into his body so my cum is right where it belongs—inside him.

I push onto my knees, take his dick into my hand and jerk him while I fuck him. Dusty’s eyes roll back. The combination of his body around my dick and the fullness in my ass pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

When he arches forward, hole spasming around me, cum spurting from his balls, up his shaft and to his belly, I let go, dive off the edge with him, shooting everything from my nuts inside his body.

I lie down on top of Dusty, sticky sweat making our skin cling together. Pressing my lips to his neck, his chest, I kiss him over and over again.

“How’s your hole?” he asks, patting my ass.

“Full.” I chuckle, then roll off him. Dusty sits up and pulls the plug out of me. I shift uncomfortably when he does it, my body tender and sensitive.

“We’ll deal with it later.” He sets it on the package, both of us on our sides now, watching each other. As much as I want to close my eyes and let go, my brain is spinning with too many thoughts for that to be possible.

The exploring we’ve been doing, Dusty with his friends, his business, his parents and the dinners we share and how close they are. How much he loves them.

How much he loves me, to the point that Dusty would do any-fucking-thing for me.

And I said that I would do anything for him too, but have I proved that? Not even to him, but to myself. “I think we should stay here,” falls from my mouth. I wait for my brain to tell me I should recall the words, change my mind, but that doesn’t happen.

“What do you mean?” His brows draw together.

“I don’t think we should move to Santa Monica. I think we should stay here…together.” My heart batters my chest wall.

“You hate it here.”

“I love you and—”

“No.” Dusty shakes his head and sits up. “I’m not doing that. We’re not staying here, somewhere you don’t want to be, just for me. You’ll resent me for it, and all it will do is come between us.”

Damn stubborn man. I sit up too. “But I can drag you away from your home? Your family? Your business? And take you somewhere you don’t want to be, yet you won’t resent me for it?”

He looks away. “Maybe I won’t hate it.”

No, maybe he won’t, but… “You won’t love it, Dust. Not the way you love it here, and what do I have in Santa Monica that I have to go back to? I don’t have a home. I don’t have close friends I care about other than Spencer, and our friendship would last through a move. I have a job, but it’s not my passion the way your shop is for you. Your family is here.” He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “East is here for me too. I’ve enjoyed spending time with my brother. I want to keep building our relationship, and…maybe things will change with Rhett too.”

“I can’t ask you to do that for me. I know the memories you have that plague you here.”

“They plague me in Santa Monica too,” I admit. “And being here with you again has reminded me that I have happy memories here as well. Our hiking trips, exploring with you. I had fun doing those things. It’s so fucking beautiful here…” I cup the side of his head, let my hand travel through his hair. “You’re beautiful here. Seeing you laugh with Archer and Cass tonight. Watching everyone stop and talk to you when we walk through the grocery store because everyone knows and loves you. Seeing you work with my brother. Birchbark is in your bones, Dust, and the truth is, it’s in mine too. But nothing is inside me the way you are. I want to make you happy.”

He leans forward, pressing his forehead to mine. “Just being with you makes me happy. I don’t care where it is.”

Not now, but he would one day. “I talked to Spencer, and do you know what he told me? That I sound good…better than he’s ever heard me sound. I can’t stop thinking about that, and it’s because I’m shocked it’s true. Part of it is having you, of course, but it’s also being here with you. Let me give us this. I need to do this.” It’s not until the last sentence is out that I realize it: I need this. For him. For us. Maybe for me too.

“What will you do?” Our foreheads still kiss, his breath against my lips.

“Be your man. I’ll figure out the rest.”

Dusty’s lips smash against mine, and his arms encircle me, pulling me close—yes and thank you and I love you in the fierceness of his kiss.

He pushes me down until I’m lying on my back, before settling on top of me.

“I’ll make you happy here. I swear it. No matter what it takes. And if you’re not, we’ll leave. I’ll follow you anywhere, Morgan Swift.”

There’s not a part of me that doesn’t believe him, that doesn’t know I’ll always be happy with him and that there’s nothing in the world Dusty wouldn’t give me.

“Then I guess that means we’re staying right here. Because this is where I’ll be.”

I kiss his smile, knowing that no matter what happens, everything will be okay.