Page 85 of Finding His Happiness
It did, however, scramble his brains and have him clinging to me so hard I was going to have nail marks and bruises on my biceps later and I couldn’t wait to see how they’d look.
And how Ferris would react.
Just imagining it kept me focused enough that I claimed my boy until his body was jerking and his lids had drooped again. One moment he was hanging on the edge, shaking and clenching around me like I was the prostate massager, and the next he cried out and I could feel his orgasm firing through him.
It was almost like he was fighting it until it took him over completely, but once he let himself feel the pleasure, it filled him completely.
When he finally went soft and boneless under me, I gave him one last kiss and followed him over. As I came, he wrapped hisarms around me again, petting me softly and holding me gently until I was blanketed over him.
He took in a shaky breath before kissing my cheek. “I don’t know what to say.”
Propping myself up on one arm, I didn’t move because he didn’t seem to need it at the moment. “There’s no right or wrong, boy.”
His frown said he didn’t like that answer. “There is. You’re more important to me than the right pasta shape.”
He was adorably insane sometimes.
“What do you think you should say?” I wasn’t going to argue with him after the best scene ever but I tried to give him a second as I eased out of him and stripped the condom off.
Oh, that pout.
“What if I get it wrong?” My sweet boy couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to continue to pout or pitch a fit as I tied off the condom and put it in the trash can by the bed.
“There’s no wrong as long as you’re telling me how you feel.” Giving him a soft peck as I snuggled back over him, I decided to show him. “I’m going to say I love experiencing so many new things with you and I’m barely holding back asking how you’re feeling.”
Dramatic enough to sigh was the answer.
“You’re being understanding.” Clearly that was wrong. “I want you to feel important.”
I did...he’d never worry this much if I wasn’t.
“Tell me one thing.” Giving him another kiss, I did my best to let him process and not influence him too much. “One thing you want to make sure I understand.”
Pressing his lips together, he nodded and studied my face for several long moments. When he nodded, I kissed his forehead and stroked my fingers around his ear. Looking serious andstern, he kissed my cheek before settling back against the bed. “You make me happy.”
He was going to kill me and never understand why that tore up my heart.
“That...I don’t think I have the words...” Giving him another kiss, I stretched out beside him and wrapped my arms around him. “All I want is for you to be happy and to know how much I love you, baby.”
Taking in a steadying breath, his frown didn’t let up but I knew my boy. “You kiss my head and you put me on your lap to talk to me.”
“Because you’re special to me and I want to make sure you know that.” It might take him a while to understand what that meant firsthand, though.
“I don’t know what loving someone looks like but you make me feel special and sometimes I just want to crawl in your lap and never get out because...because it’s just the best place ever.” Mirroring my touch, he ran his hand over my head and down my neck before kissing my cheek again. “You make me like myself, so I think...I think that has to be love.”
My heart was never going to be the same.
“I think that’s the best definition of love I’ve ever heard.” It didn’t need to be more complicated than that...and I was going to make showing him what love looked like the focus of every day for the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Palmer
“What do you think I am?” The way his leg twitched told me how close he was to stomping his foot. “He’s going to ask. Everyone always asks now.”
Nowbeing after I’d shown up at work last week to pick him up because his car was in the shop.
