He settles behind me, sliding an arm under my head and wrapping it around my shoulders. He rolls me onto my side and holds me against him. His cock presses against the back of my thigh and I pull my leg up toward me, opening myself up for him. Devin grips my hip and slides into me in a lazy stroke. He’s unhurried, like he has the rest of his life to make love to me. He kisses my temple as he slides out of me. The gentleness is what I want. What I need. I feel desired. Adored. Loved.

I shut my eyes against the tears threatening to spill over. My hand finds his at my collarbone and I intertwine our fingers, squeezing with everything I have. He squeezes back as he slides into me with heavenly ease.

He moves his hand up to my chest, holding me and kissing my neck. He’s hugging me to his chest as he makes tender love to me. Devin glides his hand between my legs and my second orgasm catches me by surprise. There is no build up, just a quick and stunning jolt of pleasure radiating through my whole body. As the release reverberates through me, his pace quickens and he comes inside me, his shaky breath in my ear.

He doesn’t pull out or away. He keeps me locked in his arms, continuing with his slow, penetrating thrusts for another few moments, like he’s not quite ready for our first time to be over. He slides out of me and rolls over long enough to take off the condom and throw it into the trash by my desk. Then he’s at my back again, pulling me into him. I fall asleep, wrapped in those tattooed arms.

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Devin

“Do I get to say I told you so?” Austin asks, leaning against my counter.

I don’t look at his smirking ass, keeping my eyes locked on the computer screen. “Not if you want to keep that face lookin’ so pretty,” I warn him.

He laughs and tells me anyway, making obnoxious kissing noises. I groan and focus on the shop’s schedule for the day. I didn’t say shit, but sometime in the past couple of weeks, Jessie told Elizabeth we’re together. I think Jessie’s told fucking everyone. She might as well buy a fucking billboard to announce that shit. Elizabeth told Austin, and now the prick is even more annoying than usual.

“Why are you here?” I ask when he slips around to my side of the counter.

“Waiting on Elizabeth.” He thumbs through a parts catalog with zero interest.

I snatch it out of his hands and return it to the shelf under the counter where it belongs. “Your girlfriend’s not here.”

“No shit. Jessie took her out shopping for her birthday. I’m meeting them here to grab some dinner.”