Page 86 of Secret Heart
She does it again, harder than before, and I groan. Triston traces where her lips stretch around me, one of his callouses catching on the root of my dick, and I can’t hold back the orgasm. Desperately, I pull back enough my cum lands on her tongue instead of forcing it down her throat. And then sensation rushes through me, weakening my knees and stealing my breath. She hums around my dick, and it only has another wave buffeting me. I twist my hands into her hair, desperate to keep from losing my balance and hurting her or Triston. It takes an embarrassing amount of time to regain enough of my thoughts to pull away from her and drop back onto my heels.
The minute I do, she grins. Then she leans forward, bracketing her palms on either side of Triston’s head. She skims her lips across the hollow of his throat.
“Where do you want us?” she asks as she pulls a bit of his skin between her teeth.
“Where everyone will see it,” Triston admits, his cheeks and neck flushed a dark red. “Where every picture they take of me will show it off. Even when I’m riding.” He grunts and brackets her hips, pushing up into her. “Especially when I’m riding.”
She doesn’t say anything, only lets her lips trace up his throat to that spot under his ear that makes him shudder. It’s the same this time as she bruises it with an expertise that has me getting hard all over again. Triston reaches for me, palming my thigh even as Emily falls right over the edge herself. Her body tightensand then shudders. The next moment, Triston cries out, louder than any time before. His back arches, and his nails dig into the leather of my chaps.
When Emily pulls away, there’s a perfect double crescent of blood left from her teeth. And, fuck, now I truly am hard again. My dick twitches as she looks over at me, a bit of red on her lips, too. She takes my hand and pulls me forward. Without overthinking it, I bite the same spot, holding her hand the entire time. Triston arches again, and then there’s the pulsing beat of his sated pleasure sitting in my chest. A splash of satisfaction joins it a heartbeat later.
I know it’s softer, more subtle than what they feel with each other. I don’t care. The feel of them inside me, their scents surrounding me, is more than enough for me.
“Love you,” I murmur.
They both laugh. And then it’s there, in my chest. Their love and happiness and satisfaction.
Perfection.
Epilogue
THREE WEEKS LATER
TRISTON
“There’s the man himself!”
Sean’s booming voice cuts across the thrum of conversation buzzing around me. As I twist toward the sound, Penny drops her head into my shoulder, hiding her face. He’s clad in simple dark brown chaps and a black button-up, a bolero tie with a large turquoise stone around his neck. He tips his tan hat in greeting.
And then he takes in the two people with me and the toddler on my hip.
“Well holy hot damn,” he says. “All those posts were right. You did go and pack up while hiding out in Wyoming.”
He holds out his hand to me, and I take it easily. His brandy scent washes over me, but it doesn’t pull the same response as it did in Oakland. His gaze catches on the mostly-healed bond scar nestled under my right ear, and surprise flashes in his scent. His eyes are wide as saucers, wider than Michael’s were in Billings. All I can do is laugh. All I’ve done for three weeks since locking out on the pasture is laugh and smile and drown in happiness.
“Well, damn, man.” Sean grins. “Congratulations!”
I murmur my thanks and then introduce my pack. Penny doesn’t move at all, still tucked hard against me. He turns to Beau and holds out his hand, then tips his hat toward Emily.
“Pleasure to meet you,” he says.
“Where do you need me?” I ask before things can lull into that awkward in-between moment in introductory conversations.
“Wherever you want!” He grins. “Thought there’s a bull rider I’d love for you to chat with if you’re up for it.”
I can’t help but grin, too. “That’s why I’m here, man. Put me to use.”
With that, he leads us deeper into the gathering crowds. The sounds and smells and people are so familiar to me, even with the added discomfort of Nashville’s humidity, that it’s second nature to settle into it. It feels almost sacrilegious to be walking through this open air arena without my own chaps and vest on. Several people stop in their tracks as we pass, their eyes widening just like Sean’s. Emily tucks in tighter to my side, her hand tight around mine, her nails digging into the back of my hand. I lean over, carefully avoiding her hat and my own, and press a kiss to her temple.
“Hey man,” Sean says as we step into one of the smaller areas blocked up from the main crowds. “How’s he holding up?”
A man in his forties with a graying beard and tired brown eyes sighs and shrugs. Sean’s mouth tightens, and then he’s looking over at me.
“Well, I have someone who might be able to make it better.”
It’s then that the new man focuses on me. His eyes widen, too, and then he swallows. He pushes off the wall and holds out his hand to me.
“Oh my gosh, it’s amazing meeting you,” he says. “Thank you so much for being willing to talk with my son.”
