I gave a shallow thrust and he opened his eyes, staring up at me. I pulled out farther, my length dragging inside him. I pushed forward again and he said, “Sam. Sam, please. Go.”
And I did. It took me a moment to find a rhythm I could work with. I went to my knees, bringing his right leg straight up and over my shoulder, his ankle at my ear. His left leg stayed curled around my back, the foot near my ass. I rolled my hips up, fucking him deeper. I picked up the pace then, kissing his calf, the bone of his ankle as he moaned underneath me.
We lasted longer than I thought we would, given the months of pent-up frustration. Sweat dripped down my back and his pupils were dilated. He was breathing heavily when his hand went to his dick and he began to jack himself off. I changed the angle slightly and his eyes flew open and he said, “There, there, there.”
I could feel the magic under my skin and there was the haze of gold and green, and it whispered to me, telling me that I was here, that I was finally here, home, home at last. I cried out as he clenched around me. He said my name when he came all over his chest and stomach. I fucked him through it and when his hand dropped away, I pulled out and he sighed as I jerked myself off above him, once, twice, three times before I came on his dick, the spunk dripping down onto his balls and falling onto the bed.
His chest heaved as he stared up at me, dazed.
I said, “Holy fucking gods,” as I panted.
The smile that followed felt like a wish upon the stars.
“SHIT,” I said, sometime later when I thought I could speak again.
“Hmm?” he said, fingers brushing through my hair. I’d decided that lying on his chest and listening to his heart beat was just about the best place I could ever be.
“I forgot to press below your balls when you came like Gary told me to. He’s going to be so pissed at me.”
“Oh my gods.”
“Remind me to do it next time.”
“Oh my gods.”
I rolled my eyes. “You sound way too much like me.”
His laughter rumbled in my ear and I thought that maybe wishing upon the stars was the greatest thing I’d ever done.
EPILOGUE
A Destiny of Dragons
IT HAPPENED, randomly, some weeks later. To say that it was unexpected is an understatement.
Granted, I’d gotten the both of us captured again.
Totally not my fault, by the way.
“It is totally your fault,” Justin said.
“Not really,” I said, frowning down at the fairy ring rising up from the dirt around my feet. “Okay, maybe just a little bit. To be honest, I’m a little bit embarrassed that I keep getting stuck in the middle of a magic mushroom circle.”
“Yeah,” Justin said. “I don’t think that’s the only thing you should be embarrassed about.”
“If it makes you feel any better,” I said, ignoring his obvious ire, “the last time this happened, Ryan was molested by a tree.”
He gaped at me.
I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
“You know what?” he said. “That does sort of make me feel better.”
“Good. It should. It should make everyone feel better. What happens now?” I shrugged and looked through the trees of the Dark Woods where Justin and I had been sent on a quest for Morgan (and by “quest” I mean the King and his Wizard conspired to force Justin and I to spend time together in the name of bonding—those sneaky bastards). “Either the mushrooms will grow feet and will lead us deeper into the woods, or Dimitri will appear.”
“Your ex-boyfriend?”
I scowled at him. “He’s not my ex!”