24. Waylon

Chapter Twenty-Four

WAYLON

" Y es. Fuck. Yes. There. Right there." I'm a babbling, sweaty mess as Justin thrusts into my body, nailing my prostate over and over, but I can't help it. I've missed the hell out of him. And not just the sex.

I've missed kissing him, arguing with him, and laughing with him. I've missed every single part of him, and now he's mine. How we're going to make it work, I'm still not sure. We just came back to his small cabin after leaving the studio, and our clothes were gone in an instant.

No time to really talk about things. We just needed each other. I'm surprised we made it the whole drive without having to pull over and tear into each other like this, but somehow, we made it.

When his cock leaves my hole, though, I whimper embarrassingly loud. I'm about to beg him to get back inside me when he flips my body over, so I'm on my back and he's between my thighs, staring down at me with so much intensity, I can't seem to form words. "I needed to see you."

I nod dumbly and stare at his cock, covered in a condom and lube. I want the stupid condom gone. So damn badly. I just want to feel him and only him inside me. As if he can read my mind, he looks at me thoughtfully, running his hand down over my chest and then my abs. "I got tested a couple of weeks ago. I haven't been with anyone else in a really long time."

"Same," I say. Words still aren't my friends. I can't think.

"Do we need the condom?"

I shake my head furiously, wanting that fucker gone. "I trust you. I only want you."

He smiles so sweetly, it nearly cracks my damn heart, and then he quickly gets rid of the condom and slicks up his bare cock before slamming back into me and stealing my breath in the best possible way. "Yes. Holy shit, yes. So much better," I babble until he leans forward and crushes his mouth to mine.

He finds the slow, steady punishing pace that drives me fucking wild until I come so damn hard I nearly black out. And when he comes, I can feel the warm, sticky cum deep inside me, making me feel full. Complete in a way I never knew I needed.

He collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him, keeping him there. Never wanting to let him go. "I love you," he says and kisses me softly.

"I love you too." I can't believe I almost let him get away. That I thought I could ever be happy without him, after knowing how much I loved him.

"How are we going to make this work?" he asks, and I can hear the tremble in his voice.

"I'm going to move here. We're going to build a house, hopefully a little bigger than this, with decent water pressure and a nice coffee maker."

He lifts up, bracing his weight on his arms as he looks down at me. "How about a house in Kansas City with all the same things?"

My heart kicks up in speed because I know that's what I really want, but I need him to be happy. I can make it work from here. "We don't have to."

He smiles and leans down, his lips brushing over mine. "Your work is important to me too. You don't have to give up anything for me to love you. I love you because of who you are, and being a manager is a big part of who you are."

Fuck. I'm tearing up again. I haven't cried this damn much in a long time. "Are you sure? It's beautiful here."

He smiles and then nods. "It is. Maybe someday, we can move here or build a house here for when we need to get away, but you need Jenny and Ryan and Grady. The kids. They're your family."

"So are you," I say truthfully, still holding onto him.

He grins. "I'll always be your family, and they'll be mine too. We're a package deal now."

"What about touring?" He kisses me again and then pulls out slowly, making me wince slightly and desperately want him back inside me. But I try to ignore that urge as he rolls off me and lies on his back too, taking my hand in his and locking our fingers together.

"We'll figure it out. I want to keep it simple and small. I can do that from there and travel when we need to."

"We're really doing this?" I say happily, looking at our fingers locked together.

"We are," he says firmly, and my heart kicks happily in my chest.

"Well, we don't have to leave today," I say, letting go of his hand but urging his body back on top of mine. I pull him down to kiss me hard, my dick already back in the game and ready for more.

When I feel his cock hardening too, I smile against his mouth.

"Now that I have you, I'm never letting you go."

"I'm more than okay with that," he says as we kiss and grind together, getting lost in each other, and holding on tight.

Never letting go.