Let Love Live (The Love Series #5) (45 page)

The instant we’re through the door of our apartment, Dylan locks me in his grip, bruising my lips in a frantic and heated kiss. “I’ve been waiting to do that all day,” he murmurs against my mouth.

He pushes me back, shoving me up against the door, nearly knocking the wind out of my lungs. With nimble fingers, he unbuttons my shorts and shoves them down to the floor. When he wraps his hand around my instantly hard cock, I attack his mouth with bruising force. He strokes me from root to tip, back and forth, as his tongue slides in and out of my mouth. Capturing his face in my hands, I hold him still and suck his tongue into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks.

As he sinks to his knees, he reaches one hand up my shirt, pinching my nipple. His hot mouth wraps around my cock, forcing me to bow off the door. With his hands on either side of my hips, pressing against the door, it clatters on its hinges behind me as Dylan fucks me with his mouth.

My fingers dive into his hair, holding him in place as I shove every inch into his throat. “Ahhhh… Dylan…” His tongue swirls around the broad head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure racing over my entire body, drawing my balls tight up against my body. “Fuck,” I growl as he rakes his short nails over them, causing them to tingle even more.

With the sexiest look I’ve ever seen, he reaches up and puts his finger in my mouth, wanting me to suck on it. I match his rhythm, soaking his digit as requested. He drops my dick from his mouth and replaces it with his finger, adding to the moisture gathered there before he pulls me away from the door. His finger sinks into me easily, probing, stretching, fucking me.

The combination of his mouth wrapped tightly around my cock and his finger plunging in and out of my ass, my orgasm rips through me without warning. On a loud roar and final thrust into his mouth, I come, wildly, without any concern for the loud slamming noises my body makes against the door.

Dazed and thoroughly sated, I look down at Dylan licking me clean. “You’re fucking insane at that.” He stands and I rest my forehead against his, my labored breathing the only thing between us.

“Well, then you’re gonna love this.” He lifts a mischievous eyebrow at me, pulling me down the hall to our bedroom. We tumble to the bed – a heap of legs and arms. Our clothes are gone in an instant and Dylan is sprawled out on top of me, our chests pressed together without an inch of space between them. Hooking my leg into the crook of his elbow spreads me wide open. Trailing hot kisses across my neck and chest, the mood shifts. It becomes less frenzied, much slower. There’s an emotional drive motivating every touch, kiss, and lick. I hear a drawer opening, the cap of a bottle unsnap. Kneeling between my legs, Dylan coats himself in lube.

Watching him stroke himself, readying himself to fuck me senseless has a dizzying effect on every part of my strung-tight body.

Based solely on the look on his face, I’m expecting a hard punishing assault, but when he gently spreads me, and eases himself into me, a searing pleasure spreads throughout my body. He presses his body against mine and we’re completely connected. His arms stretch over mine, tangling our fingers together. My legs wrap around his waist, holding him fast to my body. His arms hook under my shoulders, holding me in a tight embrace as he drives into me over and over again. The power in his smooth, gliding motion sends me over the edge of my control. His name falls from my lips over and over against as he buries himself deep inside, getting lost on every single push.

His lips attack my neck, nibbling, biting, licking, kissing. “Want you so bad…” he grunts.

“You have me,” I groan. “Forever.”

The day-old stubble scratches deliciously against my skin as he presses his cheek flush against mine. “Love you,” he whispers, his hips moving more erratically, his tell that he won’t be able to hold on much longer.

“Con…ahhh…oh, God….” he pants breathlessly as he comes.

In a beautiful mess, he tumbles to my side, utterly satisfied, bonelessly replete.

“Did you really mean that?” Dylan asks when his breathing returns to normal, resting his cheek to my chest.

Unable to recall much more than the feeling of him making love to me, my brow furrows in misunderstanding. “Huh?”

“Forever. Did you mean that?” The seriousness of his words can’t be missed. That single word had an impact on him, somewhere deep inside; I can see it in his eyes, hear it in his words. Saying it had the same impact on me.

“I did, and I’ll always mean it.” Cradling his face, I pull it to mine and seal my lips to his.

After he breaks the kiss, he gazes into my eyes. Though those oceanic depths say so much more, three simple words tumble softly from his gorgeous lips. “So do I.”

The burnt oranges and vibrant yellows of the autumn skyline is the perfect backdrop for today – a day I never thought would happen. Fidgeting with my tie proves pointless. I’m too nervous to do much of anything today. Maybe nervous isn’t the right word – anxious, excited, elated; those are more appropriate ways to describe the emotions running through my head as I get ready for my wedding day.

A light tap on the door pulls me from my thoughts and stills my hands. “Come in.”

“They’re just about ready for us.” Conner looks absolutely stunning in his classic black tux. The chocolate brown tie and vest match his warm eyes and perfectly messy hair.

“You look good, real good.” My tongue feels thick in my mouth as I scan him from head to toe.

“So do you. Need help?” he asks, pointing to my untied tie. Before I even nod, he deftly ties it for me, gracefully looping each side over the other, adjusting it carefully at my neck.

“Can you believe this is actually happening?” There’s an awestruck and far-away quality to my question, but there’s also reverence and love.

Conner sits next to me on the edge of the bed as I slide on my dress shoes. “I’ve told you this before, but I knew from the second I saw you that you’d be a part of my life. Thought I might have to take you away from Reid first, but I knew I wanted you in my life.”

“And here we are.” Conner drags my hand into his and we walk over to the large window overlooking the open field where our close friends and family are assembled to watch us exchange our vows. “I really love this place,” I say as I recall the many vacations we’ve taken here in the last year.

Conner chuckles. “Can’t believe you got me to go camping.”

I laugh at him. “I’d hardly call a bed and breakfast camping, but it’s a great compromise.”

Maddy and Reid are huddled in the shade of a large tree. Mom looks up at us, waving wildly and blowing kisses to the sky before tapping the face of her non-existent watch, letting us know it’s time. Scanning the rest of the crown, I can’t help but smile when I see John and Elise mingling with my family. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen them, and that’s been no one’s fault but my own.

Conner and I walk out onto the open field, hand in hand, ready to commit ourselves to one another at the same place where I asked him to marry me. It’s odd how things come full circle, how one person can bring you back to life and make you happier than you’d ever thought possible.

Rachel and the girls took care of the details – flowers, decorations, things like that. And I’m sure it all looks beautiful, but every single detail fades into the background as the music starts, prompting me and Conner to walk down the aisle, together.

We decided on a simple ceremony, needing no more than vows we’d written together to commit ourselves to one another. The justice of the peace addresses the small crowd, welcoming them and thanking them for joining in our celebration.

When she turns to Conner and prompts him to share his vows, he pulls a piece of folded up paper out of his jacket pocket. “Dylan. There was a time, not so long ago, when I’d thought I’d lost everything I had. When everything I thought I’d ever be, faded into the dark. When I was at the most unsure point in my life, starting over with practically nothing, you came into my life.” He clears his throat, washing away the rising emotion I hear building in his words. He joins our hands and continues, “Before all our friends and family, I vow to make your life as bright as you’ve made mine. I promise to love you…forever.”

With a shaky hand, he takes the ring from Rachel, who is standing by his side. The cool, silver band fits on my finger as if it’s always belonged there.

“Dylan, please share your vows with Conner,” she prompts as Conner tightens his hold on my hand.

“Conner,” I say, reciting my memorized vows. “Before you came into my life, I was a completely different person. I was angry at the hand the world had dealt me and I didn’t know how to recover. Then I met you and everything changed. You brought me back to life. You woke up my heart and made me realize that all I was doing before you was
existing
. I vow today and every day, to
live
with you, to hold you by my side and in my heart. I promise to love you…forever.”

Turning to Reid, I take the ring from his hand and he pats my back in congratulations. Looking down at Conner’s matching wedding band settles something in me that I thought would remain in upheaval for as long as I lived.

When the justice of the peace announces us as “Forever joined in life and love,” we seal our vows in a kiss.

As Conner’s lips seal over mine the fissures and cracks that I thought would be permanent on my heart, heal, allowing it to beat once again.

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