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“No. I want your journaling to work. I want you to feel better. And I won’t pressure you into doing anything that makes you uncomfortable. I can wait. It will make it all that much better when we finally get there.”

“You can wait?”

Slowly, a smirk spreads over his face. “I mean, I’m not suggesting abstaining entirely. We can still fool around. But if you start getting squirrelly, if you start withdrawing, yeah, I’m not afraid to pull the plug on happy naked time.”

Chapter forty-three

Tucker

She stares at me. “Did we really just negotiate our relationship?”

I have to laugh. “I think so?”

Mason launches herself at me, tackling me to the bed. Her body lays across mine, her lithe form like a weighted blanket on top of me, solid and comforting and familiar. Her face is inches from mine.

“Hi,” she says, biting her lip.

Not for the first time, I tug that lip loose. “Mine.”

She swallows, her eyes darting to meet mine. “All yours.”

And then her lips are on mine, and my fingers are in her hair, and her tongue is in my mouth, and everything is right in my world.

I can do anything with this woman by my side. That’s not to say I can’t do it without her. I can. I just don’t want to if I don’t have to. I would much rather go through life with her than on my own.

Down the road, we’ll work out this sex thing. We’ll figure out grad school. We’ll get real, grown-up jobs. Maybe a post-grad degree. And then marriage. And babies. Lots and lots of babies. My moms are itching to be grandmothers. I can’t wait to have a little girl with her eyes and my frizzy hair, a little boy with my dimples and her bad attitude. Or maybe we’ll adopt. Foster a bunch of kids until we find our forever kids.

It’s a simple life, a simple dream, but it’s mine. Ours.

I maneuver us until Mason is stretched out beside me on the bed. Drawing her leg over my hip, I let my hands explore her strong thighs, her pert ass, the strength of her back. Her hands are all over me, touching my chest and my shoulders. She rolls onto her back, pulling me with her. Her hand slides down my belly to palm my cock through my joggers.

Arching into her touch, I cup her face and lick into her mouth, taking what I need from her. She slips her hand beneath the fabric of my sweatpants and wraps her hand around my dick. Slowly, tortuously, she glides her hand over my shaft.

“Mason…” I press a kiss to the pressure point in her neck, scraping my teeth over the delicate skin there.

“Please,” she says, panting. She squeezes me firmly. “Please, can I suck your cock?”

I pull back to meet her eyes. “You really want to?”

She runs her thumb over the sensitive head. “I really do.”

Shifting, I adjust us to a better angle, and she doesn’t waste any time. She tugs my joggers down my thighs and wraps her fingers around me again. I thrust into her tight little fist. Mason moves down in the bed until her head is at an appropriate level. She runs her tongue up the underside of my shaft, sucking on a bulging vein near the tip.

I think I must have died and gone to heaven. And then she sucks the head into her mouth.

“You really like this?”

She nods, taking more of me into her mouth.

“I love you.”

She smiles around my cock. She takes my hand and places it on the back of her head. I thread my fingers through her hair. It’s like an out-of-body experience, watching the woman I love willingly, gladly suck my cock. The center of my chest feels heavy, even more so when she takes me all the way in, until the head meets with the soft pressure at the back of her throat.

I lose myself in the push and pull. Her mouth on my cock is like a drug, sending me floating through the air on waves of pleasure. She bobs and sucks and licks. Her hands stroke the parts of me she can’t fit in her mouth.

My balls draw up tight. She cradles them in her hand, as if testing their weight. Her fingers slip beneath the sack to rub at my perineum.

“Stop. Mason.”