I felt Magnus's warm body settle over my back as he lined our bodies up, my back to his front. "You want it hard, Little One?"
"No fucking way you're calling me that," I churned out even as I tried to shove my ass back against the hard, already lubed-up dick pressed against me. "And yes, I want it hard. And Right. Fucking. Now."
Magnus's warm breath brushed over the back of my neck as he kissed me softly. Only this man could turn me on as equally with a gentle kiss as he could with the promise of a rough fuck.
"Spread your arms out," Magnus said. I did as he said, ignoring the vulnerability of the position. My upper body was literally lying spread eagle over the hood of the car while my legs were open as wide as I could get them considering my pants were still on. I was as exposed as I could be and I found that I didn't care. Not because I was desperate to get fucked … no, it was much more complicated than that. And yet so utterly simple too.
I trusted Magnus.
And deep down in the core of my soul, I knew it was more than that. There was a reason I trusted him. But that reason was also scary as hell.
Magnus shifted back enough to push his dick between the globes of my ass, bumping the head right up against my hole. He lowered himself over me again, his weight pressing me against the warm metal beneath me. His arms followed the length of mine and then he was linking our fingers together. I felt his lips against my neck as he began pushing into me.
I'd wanted it hard and fast, but Magnus was Magnus and I knew he was still hesitant about potentially hurting me. And truth be told, I loved the slow burn that came with his thickness splitting me open and ever so slowly pressing deeper and deeper into my body.
"Fuck, so good," I whispered as he sank all the way inside. The burn made my whole body tingle in anticipation for what was to come next.
"You're mine, Dante," Magnus whispered in my ear. "Do you hear me?"
Magnus pulled out and pushed back in slowly, the friction agonizingly good, but not enough.
"Answer me," Magnus ordered and I nodded violently in agreement.
"Yours, Magnus. Always yours." I turned my head to seek out his mouth and he was right there to kiss me.
Neither of us spoke after that. He fucked me hard, but it was combined with slow and deep so there was no rushing to the orgasm that remained just out of reach. Every thrust of his cock just drove me higher and higher and I couldn't stop the whimpers that spilled from my throat. I couldn't move with his weight holding me down. I couldn't speak because I was too afraid I'd tell him that what I was feeling for him went way beyond the safe "L" word we'd shared with each other. I just lay there and took everything he gave me and I forgot about the rest of the world. I let myself be the Dante he saw me as and I wasn't even ashamed when I felt a few tears slip unbidden from my eyes.
The orgasm was all-consuming when it finally hit me. If Magnus hadn't been pinning me to the car, I would have fallen because my knees gave out as the violence of my release took control of my body. I cried out against Magnus's mouth, because even though he'd stopped kissing me the harder he'd begun pounding into me, he'd never removed his lips from mine.
"Dante," Magnus whispered and then he was coming deep inside of me and I cursed the latex that prevented me from feeling every part of him.
Neither of us moved for the longest time afterwards, despite the possibility that anyone could have driven up at any moment. When Magnus did finally move, it was only to kiss me and push my hair from my sweaty brow.
"I want us to get tested," I murmured against his mouth. "I don't want anything between us anymore."
Even though I wasn't just talking about using protection during sex, I didn't voice that.
"On one condition," Magnus responded as he pressed kisses against my temple and cheek.
The response that came out of my mouth was supposed to have been an "Okay" but it sounded like a mumbled growl because Magnus had chosen that moment to thrust into me a little bit, presumably in response to the small aftershocks we were both still experiencing.
"As soon as our tests come back negative, you fuck me."
That was his condition? Was he actually expecting an argument from me?
"I want my first time to end with you coming inside me."
The thought of claiming Magnus's virgin ass had my dick stirring to life. God, he'd be so fucking tight. I managed to play it cool and said, "Deal, Walker, Texas Ranger."
Magnus's rumble of laughter felt good against my back. "You're running out of Ranger nicknames, aren't you?" he asked.
I nodded. "I'll google some more tonight."
"No, you won't," Magnus murmured against my ear. "You're going to be busy tonight." He kissed my ear. "And tomorrow night." Another kiss on my shoulder. "And the night after that."
I tugged my left arm free of Magnus's hold and placed my hand at the back of his head so I could pull him to my mouth for a kiss. "I can't wait to own your ass," I breathed against his lips.
Magnus curled his arm beneath my chest and drew me upright. "Until then, Sweet Cheeks," – he pulled out a little and thrust into me again, causing me to let out a gasp of pleasure as my dick thickened – "I'm going to keep your tight little ass busy."
His mouth closed over mine in a brutally raw kiss that left me panting when he finally pulled back. My erection was back in full force. "There's another condom in my wallet," I said, my voice husky with need. Magnus pulled free of my body, leaving me bereft. His palm skimmed over my ass before he slapped me lightly.
"Sorry buddy, us old guys need a lot of recovery time."
He stepped back and got rid of the condom before tucking his still very hard dick back into his pants and drawing up the zipper. "Let's go … we've got a lot of packing to do."
"Are you fucking serious right now?" I grumbled as I pulled my pants up.
Magnus's laugh was the only response I got as he went around to the passenger side of the car.
Fuck. How the hell had I managed to end up just as horny now as I'd been when we'd first gotten here? I glanced at Magnus through the windshield. He was shaking his head, a huge grin on his face.
Well, at least life with Magnus would never be boring.
That fact had me smiling too as I went around to the driver's side of the SUV. Yeah, let the man think we'd be packing when we got home.
Not likely if I got my way.
And I was damn good at getting my way.
Chapter Eighteen
Magnus
"We'll take good care of him, Mr. DuCane."
"Thanks, Charlie," I said as I shook the man's hand. He walked towards the cab of the truck while I went to the small side door on the trailer that was still open, allowing Ace to stick his head through. I ran my hand down his muzzle. "See you in Seattle, old friend."
Ace nudged my hand with his nose and I pulled out the carrot he knew I was holding. He gobbled it up and then turned his attention to the bag of hay that was strung up against the inside of the trailer where he could easily reach it. I closed the small hatch and then stepped back and raised my hand to Charlie so he could see in his side mirror that I was done saying goodbye to my horse.
As I watched the truck make its way down the driveway, I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind. For all his fears about being in a relationship, Dante was damn good at actually being in one.
"He'll be okay," Dante murmured and then he kissed my neck.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm glad he's got another horse in there with him."
Watching Ace leave was nothing compared to what it had been like the day before when Rachel had come with her father to pick up Dolce. Both horses had called to each other as Dolce had been loaded up in the trailer and that had been particularly tough on me. But the joy on Rachel's face as she'd hugged me had been worth every second of sadness I'd been feeling as I'd said goodbye to one of the last remaining links to my daughter.
"She'd be so proud of you, Magnus," Dante whispered.
I nodded since I was too emotional to actually say anything. I lifted one of Dante's hands to my lips and kissed it before turning around to face him. I wrapped my arms around him and tiredly whispered, "I'm ready to go home."
"I know you are," he said softly.
It had been nearly a week since the verdict had been read. Getting the house ready to sell had taken longer than I'd anticipated, but I'd finally gotten everything arranged with the realtor who'd be handling the sale. She'd agreed to be there when the movers came to pack up the house, which I'd been grateful for because all I really wanted to do was get out of Texas. I missed my grandson and I missed the men and women who'd become my surrogate family.
And I was eager to start my new life with Dante.
I had no idea what that entailed, but I was hopeful that he'd get to the point I was already at.
Because somewhere along the way, I'd fallen in love with him.
It wasn't something I'd even realized until the night before after I'd gotten out of the shower. I'd just finished shaving when he'd appeared behind me, his beautiful eyes watching me in the mirror. He hadn't said anything even after I'd finished. He'd merely taken my hand and led me from the bathroom. I'd presumed our destination was the bed where we'd spent every night wrapped in each other's arms since that first night he'd come to my room. But instead, he'd led me out of the room and down the hallway. I'd pulled him to a stop when I'd spied Jenna's open bedroom door and the light on in her room. Dante had stopped long enough to cup my cheek and whisper, "Trust me." I'd followed him into the room and spied several empty boxes sitting on her bed.