Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Zain’s breath was warm against his lips, his hands warm and firm on his back. “Greedy little thing,” he said, nibbling on Aiden’s bottom lip. “Isn’t it enough that I can’t stop thinking of you?”
Aiden grinned. “More. Tell me more.”
“You’re the only person I want to touch. The only person I want to come home to.” Zain bit down on Aiden’s lip viciously, making him grunt in half-pain, half-pleasure. “Sometimes I still can’t believe what you turned me into, but”—a short, greedy kiss— “but you feel like you were made for me. Only me.”
Aiden’s body was melting, his heart was melting, he felt almost high on happiness. He was irrationally afraid to wake up and find out it was just a dream. “You feel like you were made for me, too,” he whispered as Zain kissed his neck. His eyes were stinging. “I missed you so much.”
Zain squeezed him so hard it almost hurt. “Yes,” he said, sucking a hickey into his neck. “So much, habibi. Say yes to me.”
“To what?” Aiden gasped out, his head spinning and his knees weak.
“To us,” Zain said. “To being mine.”
Aiden tugged at his hair, forcing Zain to lift his head from his neck. “Will you be mine, too?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Zain said, his dark eyes soft and heated. “I already am.”
Grinning helplessly, Aiden kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, blind with need, arching and squirming against him, needing more. He wanted to climb Zain’s body like a cat, and dig his way somehow deeper into him.
Someone cleared their throat. Loudly.
With great reluctance, Aiden wrenched his mouth away and turned in the circle of Zain’s arms.
His entire family was staring at them with varying degrees of dismay.
But Aiden felt so happy he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Mom, Dad,” he said, intertwining his fingers with Zain’s. “I know you aren’t happy about this, but I love him. I hope you can accept it one day.”
His mother’s lips were pressed together. She sighed. “I’ve already accepted it, sweetheart. But does he love you? That’s the part that worries me.”
Aiden swallowed. For all the lovely things Zain had said, he hadn’t used the word love once.
But before he could say anything, Zain squeezed his hand and stepped in front of Aiden. “I don’t think it’s any of your business,” he said, his voice cold again. “But if you must know, I do. I wouldn’t be tolerating being questioned by his nosy parents like a child if I didn’t.”
Pressing his face between Zain’s shoulder-blades, Aiden broke into hysterical laughter. “God, you really are awful at this,” he said through his giggles. “Worst love confession ever!”
But he couldn’t stop grinning. Zain loved him! Loved him loved him loved him!
Turning to him, Zain stared at his laughing face for a moment, his expression strange.
“What?” Aiden managed, still chuckling.
“I need to be alone with you,” Zain said, his voice rough.
Aiden swallowed, losing himself in his dark brown eyes. God, he couldn’t stand the distance between them anymore.
He darted forward and kissed Zain quickly—just a short one, to tide them over—before turning to his parents and grinning bashfully. “You can chew me out later. We’ll be in my room! Talking.” And he tugged Zain upstairs.
Eloise snorted and muttered, “Talking? Right.” But she was smiling, and so was Jordan. Aiden’s parents… they didn’t look very happy, but Aiden knew they’d come around eventually. It was going to be all right. They’d accept Zain when they saw how happy he made Aiden.
But truth be told, Aiden didn’t care if the entire world didn’t accept their relationship. As long as Zain was his—truly his—nothing else mattered.
Aiden looked back at Zain and gave him a hopelessly besotted smile, squeezing his hand.
Zain squeezed back and smiled a little, his eyes trained only on him.
As they were meant to be.
Epilogue
A few months later
Zain was back.
Zain was finally back.
Zain was finally back and inside of him, where he belonged.
Moaning, Aiden spread his legs wider, clutching at Zain’s shoulders as the older man thrust into him. Christ, it felt so right—the weight of him, the pressure, the pleasure, the man. Aiden felt so insatiable for him he wanted to whine every time Zain pulled out. Although Zain had been back in his life for months, Aiden still irrationally felt like he could be taken away from him. He would never get enough of him. These past few weeks apart hadn’t helped.
“Don’t come yet,” Aiden said hoarsely, sliding his hands down Zain’s muscular back and gripping his firm ass. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m too close,” Zain said, burying his face in Aiden’s neck. “It’s been weeks.”
The desperation, the need in his voice, made Aiden’s heart soar. Zain still wasn’t very good at talking about his feelings, but at times like this, it was obvious he had it as bad as Aiden did.