Twenty-Three

Stone would've preferred to spend the entireday holed up in Nico and Stevie's house with them, but he had things to do, so after checking with Nico to ensure he wasn't upset about what Stone had revealed, he'd made his exit.

The first thing he did when he got home was pull out his laptop so he could work on the proposal for Curtis and Lorrie. It had been on his mind since yesterday, and though he didn't get a firm agreement from Stevie about it, he'd come up with a better idea. Rather than go off half-cocked, he decided to put together a proposal for her as well.

Last night, when he'd been unable to sleep, Stone had run through a dozen ideas in his head, but one in particular had lingered. It had surprised him that he'd gone from wanting to raise championship bulls to tending the land to looking forward to designing a farmers' market that the entire town could utilize. But the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. Plus, it incorporated Stevie's dream, which felt right to him.

No, he couldn't make up for leaving town fifteen years ago and leaving her behind, but he could prove to her that he wasn't the same selfish guy he'd been back then. Plus, it was something that would benefit his hometown, which not only appealed to him greatly but would likely appease Curtis and Lorrie, too.

Granted, he still had to broach the subject with Curtis and Lorrie's sons. There was no telling how that would go. At one point, he'd been relatively close to his cousins, but all those years away hadn't benefited him in that regard. He no longer had the same bond he'd had back then. These days, he knew only what the annual Christmas cards told him.

Shifting his attention to his laptop, Stone cleared his head of the clutter. He could overcome all those obstacles if he simply put it all down in a manner that made sense.

He got to work.

Three hours later, Stone had just finished whipping tuna fish in a bowl when a knock sounded on the door. He looked over to see Donovan standing on the porch. Before he could wave him in, his big brother opened the door and strolled inside like he owned the place.

"Come on in, I don't mind."

Donovan glanced around. "I didn't think you did. I figured you'd be hard at work."

"Doin' what?"

"I don't know. Gettin' settled, maybe." Donovan was looking directly at the stack of boxes Stone had shoved into the corner of the living room.

"Haven't gotten around to it yet."

Donovan chewed on his bottom lip as he leaned against the kitchen island. "Not enough time? Or you're not sure you're stayin'?"

"Why's everyone keep askin' me that?"

"Maybe 'cause you're actin' like it's a vacation."

Stone frowned as he scooped tuna fish onto a slice of bread. "How so?"

"For starters, you're livin' in the barn."

"And that bothers you?" Stone didn't understand why Donovan thought it was a problem. Where the hell else was Stone going to go? "Shouldn't you be at home givin' your man shit instead of me?"

"He's workin'."

It was impossible to miss the disappointment in Donovan's tone.

Stone chuckled. "Can't convince him to quit and become your personal servant?"

"Don't think I haven't tried."

Stone looked up at his brother.

"Kiddin'. It took everything I've got to get him to accept my marriage proposal."

"Well, that's—wait." Stone stared at his brother. "He accepted?"

Donovan's expression morphed into one that radiated happiness. "He did, yeah. Finally."

"Y'all been together what? Two weeks?"

"A little longer than that," Donovan said with a smirk. "Timin's everything, ain't it?"

Leaving the bowl of tuna on the counter, Stone walked over to Donovan. "Congratulations, man." He hugged his brother. "That's fantastic. It's only a little weird that you found the guy on the playground. But hey, to each his own, right?"

Donovan hugged him back, slapping his back harder than was necessary. "I knew you'd give me grief."

Stone returned to his tuna fish. "Just make sure you've got life insurance. He's gonna be around a long time after you're pushin' up daisies."

Donovan barked a laugh. "Fuck off. Fifteen years ain't that much—" He cut himself off and rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I hear it. I'm shuttin' up now."

Stone chuckled. "Think of it this way. If nothin' else, he'll keep you on your toes. Plus, he's young enough to care for you when you're wearin' diapers and sittin' in your recliner all day."

"Fuck off."

Stone chuckled. "Seriously, man, I'm happy for you. This is a good thing. Tate's a good guy."

Truth was, he wasn't interested in giving his brother shit about his newfound love. He really was happy for Donovan and Tate. Hell, he was happy for anyone who found love.

"Why're you here? I know you didn't come by just to announce your weddin' plans." He slapped another piece of bread down. "You want some tuna fish?"

"I'll pass. But thanks." Donovan took a seat on one of the bar stools. "Actually, I came by because I ran into Trey Walker in town yesterday."

Stone didn't know Trey all that well, but he'd gone to school with Trey's brother, Cal.

"What'd he have to say for himself?" Stone asked, sensing his brother had a reason for bringing him up.

"He owns Camp K-9 with his husband and wife."

Stone canted his head and grinned. "You know, there are more people in this town who've got two spouses than there are probably anywhere else in the world."

"Coyote Ridge is a diverse town."

"Not to mention inclusive," Stone noted. He liked that about his hometown.

"The whole triad thing's not as uncommon as you think," Donovan said before continuing his original topic. "When Trey and them bought the land to move their trainin' facilities to, they also purchased some adjacent land. Trey's lettin' the high school use it."

His brother paused as though anything about that sentence made sense.

"And this means somethin' to me because…?"

"Relax and eat your sandwich," Donovan said with a snort. "I'm gettin' to the point. Give me a second."

Stone laughed.

"Anyway. Trey mentioned the high school's lookin' to hire someone to manage their FFA program."

"I'm not a farmer, D." Not yet, anyway. Since he wasn't ready to reveal his land proposal to anyone yet, he left it at that.

"It's about agriculture, you dumbass."

"Semantics."

"No," Donovan stated firmly. "You've got significant experience in both leadership and in—"

Stone set down his sandwich. "Look, D, I know you mean well, but trust me when I tell you, you don't want me teachin' anyone's kids."

It did foster a few more ideas for his proposal, which he made a mental note of for later.

Donovan held both hands up. "Fair enough. Thought I'd pass it along." He lowered his hands. "What is it you wanna do?"

If ever there were a more difficult question…

"Right now, I wanna take a minute to eat my damn sandwich."

Donovan chuckled as he got to his feet. "Got it."

"You don't have to go," he said when Donovan started toward the door. "You mean well, I know that. I'm just…"

"Confused?"

"Tired," he admitted. "Tired of not knowin' what I wanna do."

Donovan stared at him from where he stood by the door. "But you wanna stay here? In Coyote Ridge, I mean."

"Yeah," he said, and meant it. "It's about the only thing I do know right now."

"Good. Believe it or not, I'm glad you're back."

"Thanks." He glanced at his sandwich, then back to his brother. "You're welcome to stay if you think you can shut up for five minutes so I can scarf this down."

Donovan laughed and waved a hand. "I'm headin' home. I was avoidin' it because Tate's at work. He's only lived there for a few weeks, but it's a little lonely when he's not there."

"You're serious about this, huh?"

"More than I've been about anything in my life."

Stone watched as Donovan waved and walked out the door. He stared at the space his brother had vacated while he ate his sandwich. As he did, his thoughts drifted to that night so long ago. The night that shifted something inside him, even though he hadn't been willing to look too closely at it at the time.

"You awake?" Stone whispered, talking to Nico.

"Yeah."

For the past hour, Stone had been drifting with Stevie in his arms. He was exhausted, but the adrenaline was still steadily flowing in his veins, making it impossible for him to relax completely.

Carefully, he eased out from under Stevie, tucking a pillow under her head and pulling the blanket over her. She didn't budge, making him smile. He kneeled beside her for a moment, admiring her. His girl slept like the dead after sex. He loved that about her. He lovedeverything about her.

Convinced she wasn't going to wake up, Stone crawled over to Nico, aware the man was watching him intently as he got closer.

"I told you I wasn't done with you." Stone urged Nico to his back, straddling his thighs, rubbing along the length of him as he got comfortable. "You have a problem with that?"

"No."

"Then touch me."

There was hesitance in Nico's touch, but his hands flattened on Stone's thighs, inching higher. They were both naked, so there was nothing to hinder him from exploring, but he didn't.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he whispered. He flashed a grin and added, "Much."

As he stared down into Nico's eyes, Stone looked at him.Really looked at him. The guy had been dating his sister for years, but Stone had never paid too much attention to him. Superficial, sure. He'd noted that Nico was a good-looking guy with a body worthy of an exploration. Not that he'd ever thought about it. Not until today.

At the moment, it was all hecould think about. He wanted to lick this man from head to toe. He wanted to taste every inch of him, to learn what made him moan.

"You've really never been with a guy before?"

Nico shook his head.

"But you've wanted to?"

Nico shrugged.

Stone grinned. "I'll take that as a yes."

He wasn't here to force Nico to acknowledge his desire for the same sex. It wasn't a question. They'd proven that theory already. What he wanted was to show this man how good it could be. And he wanted to be Nico's first. Not because of some alpha desire to dominate and claim but because he had this overwhelming desire to make it good for Nico.

"I'm gonna touch you now," he warned, shifting so that he was straddling only one of Nico's legs.

Stone leaned down, resting on his elbow as he pressed his forearm across Nico's throat. He didn't cut off his airway because his goal wasn't to hurt him. It was to force him to surrender. He got the feeling that was what Nico needed. Someone to show him what he was missing.

"Kiss me," he ordered.

Nico had to lift his head in order to reach Stone's mouth. It increased the pressure on his throat, but he did it, so Stone met him halfway, licking at his lips. Teasing at first. He intended to keep it light and fun, but his plans disintegrated when Nico's arms came around him, and he moaned softly against Stone's mouth.

He found himself swept away by this strange connection he seemed to have to the man. Stone used his free hand to explore, caressing Nico's smooth chest, his rippled abs. He worked his way down, grazing his cock. Stroking softly. He was hard as steel. But Stone didn't linger there. He kept going, trailing his fingertips over Nico's balls, teasing lightly, continuing south.

"Spread your legs."

Nico did, moving his left leg over and angling his knee out to the side.

Pausing briefly, Stone brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking two fingers, lubing them with spit before sliding them between Nico's legs again. The entire time, he maintained eye contact with Nico, gauging his response based on his expression.

"No one's ever fucked you here?" he asked as he slowly, gently pushed one finger inside Nico's ass.

Nico shook his head.

"I like that I'm gonna be your first," Stone admitted, gently prodding Nico's hole, fingering him. As he did, he kissed Nico again, distracting him as he worked the tight passage.

"That's only one finger. You want two?"

Nico nodded.

Stone's dick throbbed with anticipation as he pushed two fingers inside him, pumping them faster, wanting him to relax so he could eventually take Stone's cock inside him.

As though he knew what Stone's intention was, Nico pulled his leg toward his chest, opening himself to Stone's intruding fingers.

"Relax," Stone told him, shifting his arm off Nico's neck so he could hold himself up. "Let me stretch you."

"Lube," Nico whispered.

Stone pulled his fingers free and reached for the bottle of lubricant that he'd retrieved from his bedroom earlier when he'd been getting them food. He'd known it would be needed if and when Nico did give in to him.

He squeezed a generous amount between Nico's legs, then used those same two fingers to work it inside Nico's hole.

"Better?"

Nico nodded, and for the first time, he started to relax, his ass stretching under Stone's ministrations.

Stone tossed the bottle away, leaning forward and resting on his arm so he could kiss Nico again. It helped, too. Nico relaxed even more, his muscles loosening. The distraction was helping, so Stone decided to keep his attention elsewhere.

"Did you enjoy fuckin' Stevie?"

Nico's eyebrows angled down, confusion contorting his handsome face.

"Tell me you haven't thought about it before? Your sister's smokin' hot best friend."

"Yeah," Nico whispered. "I've fantasized about it."

"Of course you have. She's amazing." He briefly stilled his hand, then said, "Three fingers," and added another, fucking him deeper.

Nico grunted, pulling his leg back again. "Fuck me."

"Not yet."

"I want your dick inside me."

"You have to earn it first."

Stone rammed his fingers inside Nico, fucking him, showing him what he would get when Stone finally gave him what he wanted. Nico grunted and groaned, his hand clutching Stone's arm, holding onto him as he panted and moaned.

"You ready to earn it?" Stone asked, scissoring his fingers, working him open that much more.

"Yeah."

Unable to hold back any longer, Stone pulled his fingers out and grabbed a towel from the floor to clean himself off. He opened the cabinet beneath the television to retrieve a condom. He didn't waste time, sheathing himself quickly before stretching out beside Nico, kissing him, keeping him in the moment. When Nico's shoulders relaxed again, Stone took the time to lube his cock before rolling to his back, grabbing Nico's hip so he could bring Nico with him.

"Straddle me," Stone told him, tucking a pillow under his head.

Nico shifted, his knees bracketing Stone's hips.

"Now take my cock and put it inside you. I want you to sit on me. Take me as deep as you can. Go slow. We're not in a hurry." Stone grinned. "Not yet, anyway."

He could see the gleam in Nico's dark eyes, but he couldn't tell if it was fear or anticipation making them glitter. Whatever it was, Nico didn't hesitate. He gripped Stone's cock and guided it between his legs, rubbing the head against his hole before he lowered himself onto him.

Oh, fuck.

Stone gritted his teeth as the pleasure tore through him. Nico grunted, but he took more. Or tried to. Inch by inch, he eased down, but not all the way.

Because Nico seemed at a loss for what to do, Stone pressed one hand in the center of Nico's chest, holding him up while he fisted Nico's cock with the other. He set the pace, stroking him as Nico began rocking forward and back.

"Relax. You can take more of me if you relax."

Nico's head tipped, and his chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath. He exhaled slowly, his hips lowering. He was now sitting on Stone's cock.

"Let it feel good, Nico. Fuck me. Right now, it's all you. Take it."

Nico grunted, lifting and lowering. Up, down. Up, down. He was so fucking tight, and Stone could tell the discomfort far outweighed the pleasure. At least for Nico.

"Lean forward."

He wanted Nico to change the angle to relieve some of the discomfort. Stone pulled his arm back, his hand still pressed to Nico's chest, guiding him to where he wanted him to be.

He stopped when Nico's expression went slack, and his eyes rolled back. "Oh, fuck."

"Better?"

Nico nodded as he began moving again, impaling himself. Long, deep strokes along Stone's cock caused goosebumps to form as Nico took what he needed.

He encouraged him with soft words, loving every second. And when Nico's movements became jerky, he knew it was time to take control.

"You're ready for me to ride you, huh?"

"Yeah."

"You want me to split that ass open with my cock."

Nico groaned.

Stone moved, bucking his hips, forcing Nico backward. The move surprised him, but Nico knew what to do, drawing his legs back as Stone moved into position. He planted his hands on the back of Nico's thighs, folding him in half before guiding himself home.

Stone fucked him. Hard. Fast. He didn't relent, staring down at Nico the entire time, watching the way his eyes glazed as the pleasure intensified. It was everything he'd imagined it would be. Actually, no. It was more. So much more. He couldn't explain it, but he felt a connection to this man.

"Fuck … oh, fuck … Stone!"

"Jerk yourself off," Stone commanded.

Nico grabbed his cock, yanking on it as Stone pumped his hips, chasing the inevitable release.

"So tight." Stone gasped for breath. "So hot." He rammed in harder. "God, you're fuckin' perfect."

"Fuckin' perfect," Stone said now, drifting out of the memory, but not before every fiber of his being went rock fucking hard.

He knew exactly what he needed to do next, so he grabbed his cell phone off the counter and pulled up his text message app. He added Nico and Stevie to the thread and typed up a message.

—Dinner at my house tonight. Both of you. Please.

Stone didn't waste any time waiting for a response. If they declined, he would adjust his plan, but for now, he was going on the hope that they would agree. He grabbed his key and started for the door. Before he reached it, he did a U-turn and headed for the bathroom to brush his teeth.

It usually wouldn't've mattered that he had tuna breath because his goal was to go to the grocery store. Only he had one stop to make first.

***

Stevie was standing on the back porchwaiting for J?ger to do his business when her cell phone chimed.

—Dinner at my house tonight. Both of you. Please.

She pretended she wasn't overcome with relief by seeing the text from Stone.

Ever since he left, she'd been overanalyzing everything that happened last night. And again this morning. Wondering whether she would find out Stone had skipped town the way he did the first time they'd found themselves in this situation. It was easy to believe he would stay as long as he was there, but the moment he walked out, her doubts had returned.

Stevie wanted to believe he was committed, but it was difficult to think he was when she still wasn't sure how she felt about it all. On one hand, she got giddy at the idea of seeing him, talking to him, kissing him. She'd never felt anything like what she felt for Stone. Not even with Nico. With him, her love had grown slowly, organically. With Stone, it had been instantaneous, and she found it difficult to believe that she was still in love with him after all this time. But it felt the same.

"Doesn't mean it's love," she admonished.

The screen door opened behind her, putting an end to her self-recrimination.

Nico cleared his throat. "Hey, did you see the text from Stone?"

She took a deep breath and looked down at J?ger, who was swatting at a strand of dead grass. "Yeah."

"Thoughts?"

Turning to face him, she cocked an eyebrow and aimed for casual. "I think I can handle dinner. What about you?"

Nico moved closer, coming to stand directly in front of her. Funny the difference a day could make. If he'd done that yesterday, she would've come up with a joke to make him laugh so she could pretend his proximity didn't set her aflame. Today, she didn't feel the need to hide it. Plus, she liked the way he was looking at her. The look was the same, but it felt different. More intense.

"I'm willin' to give it a shot if you are."

"Okay." It was all she could think to say. She had a million questions, most pertaining to what the future held—if anything—for the three of them. She was terrified to voice those questions, though, worried she wouldn't like the answers.

"You sure?"

She nodded.

His eyes implored her. It was obvious he wanted her to elaborate, but Stevie didn't know what to say. She didn't want to think this to death for fear it might screw it up. She figured her best option was to ride it out for as long as she could.

Nico reached up and cupped her neck, his hands warm against her skin. "You wanna talk about anything that happened last night?"

"Like what?"

He shrugged.

"I'm good," she assured him. "With all of it."

His eyes heated, and she saw the moment he intended to kiss her. She tilted her head back, welcoming his mouth on hers.

She'd been attracted to this man for so long that it felt surreal for him to be kissing her. After all, the only kisses they'd shared before today had been the passionate kind that usually preceded them getting naked.

Something pressed on her foot, causing Stevie to pull back. She looked down to find J?ger staring up at them. He barked once, clearly expecting their attention to shift to him.

"Why don't you respond to Stone, and I'll get him a treat," Nico suggested.

Although she was disappointed that their brief make-out session had come to an end, Stevie smiled and pulled out her phone. She shot back a message that they would be there, then followed it with a question as she was walking into the house.

Still looking at her phone, she didn't realize Nico was standing there until she ran directly into him, her face bumping his incredibly impressive chest.

She looked up. "Sorry."

The way he was looking at her gave her a moment of pause. Like usual, she couldn't read his expression, couldn't tell what he was thinking.

He solved the problem when he cupped her face, his fingers sliding under her hair, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said, peering into her eyes, the look so intense, she swore he could see into her soul.

"You sure?"

"For the first time in a damn long time."

Stevie smiled, some of the anxiety dissipating. Her phone chimed, and a second later, Nico's did, so she knew it was Stone. She glanced at it quickly.

"Seven o'clock," she read aloud before looking up at Nico again.

"That gives us a little time."

"For?"

Rather than answer, Nico took her phone, set it on the counter, then took her hand and led her through the kitchen, the living room, where J?ger was curled up in his crate—which she took to mean this was premeditated. When they reached the hallway, he took a left, heading toward his bedroom.

"Nico? What's goin' on?"

As soon as he stepped into the room, he pulled her into him. Stevie wasn't expecting it, so she crashed into him, but he seemed ready for that because his arm came around her as he crushed his mouth to hers.

Instantly, her blood went from simmer to boil. She kissed him back, grabbing for him because it seemed the right thing to do.

"We have to clear the air," he mumbled against her mouth.

That sounded ominous. "Meaning?"

She wasn't even aware they were moving until Nico was lowering her onto the bed, moving over her. He never broke the kiss, never stopped touching her. Not even when he began tugging on her clothes.

Although she was eager for answers, she got with the program, helping to remove them until there was nothing between his hard body and her much softer one.

Nico lifted his head, holding himself over her as he met her gaze again. "I told an untruth earlier."

Stevie frowned. "About?"

"You asked if I was mad that you fucked Stone in my bed."

A cold chill swept over her. He'd told her he wasn't mad.

"You lied?"

Nico shook his head. "I wasn't mad. I'm not mad. I'm…" He hesitated, his eyes glittering. "I was jealous."

Stevie continued to look at him, holding his gaze, waiting for more.

It finally came, but not in words the way she'd expected. His response was made with his body as he shifted her legs apart and settled himself between them. She pulled one knee up and back, urging him where she wanted him.

Stevie whimpered when the broad head of his cock pressed against her entrance. She dug her fingertips into his sides, urging him deeper, wanting him more than she ever had. It reminded her of the day in her office. The day he'd fucked her against the wall. So much emotion had churned between them that day, so many things left unsaid.

"I was jealous that he had you all to himself," Nico whispered as he pushed in deeper. "That he got to wake up to you, that he got to feel the heat of you first thing. I've wanted it for so long."

"You have?" She hadn't known. Until that day in her office, she had honestly thought her feelings were one-sided. Yeah, she knew he enjoyed the sex—it was incredible—but she hadn't realized he was looking for anything more than that. But then he had told her he loved her. Her heart had swelled that day, but it deflated quickly when he never mentioned it again.

Nico held himself still when he was fully seated inside her. Stevie wanted him to move. She wanted to feel him, wanted him to bring her the unbridled pleasure her body expected from him.

"Do you remember that day in your office?"

She nodded, wondering if he could read her thoughts.

"I told you I love you."

She swallowed hard, nodding again.

"You didn't say anything," he whispered, his eyes locked with hers.

"Neither did you. I thought…" She cupped the back of his head, teasing his hair with her fingers. "I thought it was just the heat of the moment."

"No." He shook his head for emphasis. "I'm not holdin' back anymore, Stevie." His words were gruffly rasped, a slow, sexy scrape over her senses. "When it comes to you, I'm all in."

She cried out when he slid out of her and pushed himself back in deep. His eyes implored her as their bodies remained one.

Nico began to move, pumping his hips, filling her, stretching her. She wrapped her legs around him, dug her ankles into the small of his back, and urged him deeper.

"Tell me you want me," he groaned.

"Yes." She knew he wasn't referring to her physical desires. "I've always wanted you, Nico."

He fucked her harder, deeper. It seemed her words sparked something inside him.

"I want that, too," she continued. "To wake up in your bed … oh, God … Nico … yes…"

He shifted, his hands fisted beside her head as he began driving down into her. She felt every thrust, not only with her body. She felt something more than corporeal pleasure, more than sensual gratification. She felt a bone-jarring intensity that reached the depths of her soul.

"Tell me it's more than sex," he ground out.

"It is," she assured him even as their bodies moved together in the very act they were discussing.

"Tell me you trust me, Stevie."

"Yes." She held onto him, his thrusts more punishing, driving her closer to orgasm. "More than I trust anyone."

He groaned, his gaze sliding down her body and locking on where they were joined. He pulled out and pushed in. Out and in, watching as he fucked her. Stevie continued to watch him, loving how expressive he was when they were like this. He was usually so guarded, but not when they were together like this.

She was still watching him when he looked up, meeting her gaze. "Tell me you love me."

Stevie exploded. Her world detonated in an outward burst so intense she could practically feel her molecules separating as the orgasm ripped through her.

She didn't realize Nico had stopped moving until she came back to herself. He was still watching her, buried deep. When she took a breath, he began moving again. Slower this time. He built her right back up within minutes.

"Tell me," he whispered.

She wanted to, but she was scared to. The only time she'd ever told a man she loved him, he'd ended up walking away.

"You tell me," she retorted, her eyes rolling back as his hips lowered, his pelvis pressing perfectly against her clit.

Nico leaned down, his arms and shoulders flexing as his weight shifted. His mouth came closer to hers, but he didn't kiss her.

"I love you, Stevie. I have for a long time."

She grabbed him, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him until he was on top of her. Nico slid his arms under her, holding his weight on his forearms as he began to move again. His lips covered hers, his tongue lazily teasing into her mouth as he continued to fuck her. Slow and deep, she felt every inch of him as he filled her and retreated. It was too much. She was overwhelmed. Heart and body.

"I love you, too," she whispered between kisses. "I always have."

Nico growled, and his hips bucked. He slammed into her as he lifted his head, looking at her again.

"God, Stevie." He squeezed his eyes closed. "Fuck."

She grabbed his ass, pulling him into her. They rocked together as he held on, refraining longer than she needed, but she wasn't about to stop him. She let the sensations tear through her again, rode the wave of ecstasy until it crashed, and she raced headlong into another orgasm, this one more intense than the first.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned, lifting up. "That's it. Come for me, Stevie."

She dug her nails into his ass, holding him inside her when he finally succumbed to his release.

When he fell on top of her, she held onto him, burying her face in his neck and sending up a silent prayer that he didn't break her heart.

Because Stevie knew that if she broke this time, she would never be the same again.