Page 109 of The Hitman’s Final Job

“Like what? Desperate?”

“Desperate. Confident. Mine.”

He opens his legs to make room for me, and I cover him with my body.

He’s warm everywhere. I feel like I’ve been cold for a month, so I’m in heaven when I press against him and he pulls me closer and we kiss, deep and slow and certain.

We move together like our bodies remember exactly how this is done between us. He’s soft and hard at the same time, gentle but urgent.

The grinding is going to be a problem.

I can feel my orgasm building already, and I’m going to embarrass myself if I don’t do something about it, so I reach for the nightstand and grab the lube.

Vaughn trembles as I kiss my way down his chest, paying particular attention to each of his nipples, sucking them into pretty pink peaks.

I’m savoring him because I never thought I’d have him again. By the time I take him into my mouth, he’s begging to come.

“Silas,” he says. “I’m going to— If you don’t stop, I’m going to⁠—”

“I know,” I say. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“No,” he says. “I want you inside me first.” He looks down at me with an expression of absolute certainty, and I grab the lube and make sure to get him so ready for me I won’t need to be too careful.

If Vaughn is on edge, I’m practically over it. It’ll be a victory if I last beyond entering his tight hole.

“I’m ready, Silas. Please.”

I enter him slowly, but his body is behaving like it’s been craving me for weeks—he takes me all the way, because we were made for each other.

I never thought having a soulmate, my other half, would be something that applied to me, but I’m more certain of it with each second I spend with Vaughn.

The bed hits the wall. Once, twice, and Vaughn is making sounds that are going to be audible through at least two walls, and I don’t care at all. The sole focus of my existence is the man I love, the point where our bodies join together, and the pleasure radiating through my body.

“Silas,” Vaughn mouths, his voice completely gone.

“I know,” I say. “I’ve got you. Why don’t you come for me, baby?”

He reaches for his cock and strokes it in time with my thrusts. When he comes, he releases a guttural cry that reaches my soul and strokes my cock simultaneously, and I follow with his name on my lips and my face against his shoulder.

“I love you,” Vaughn gasps out.

“I fucking love you so much, Vaughn,” I say. “I’ve loved you for so long.”

“I know,” he says. “We’re here now.”

“Together.”

“Yes.”

We lie there for a moment, tangled and breathless.

I think about the valley outside of Vaughn’s farm, the sun rising in the mountains, the fresh coffee in the morning, and how I’m going to survive Colorado in the winter.

I’m going to have to wrap myself around Vaughn 24/7.

“Are you sure?” I ask into his neck.

He pulls away to look at me, dislodging me from his body. I grab a bunch of tissues from the nightstand and clean us up as he asks, “About what?”