Amos’s thrusts stuttered as he collapsed on me, pressing his forehead to mine. “Mickey. You’re what I need too.”
The emotion in his voice pushed my pleasure into a crescendo that crashed through me. I clutched him tightly as he thrust until he came. His movement slowed as I pressed kisses across his shoulder.
Amos’s smile was loving before kissing me deeply, pulled out, and then rolled away.
After cleaning up, he pulled me against him. “Feeling better?”
“Like a new man.” My ass was deliciously tender and my heart was full.
He kissed the top of my head. “It’s fun with you.”
“For me too.” I snuggled into him. “I don’t want this to end.”
Amos was quiet for a moment as he massaged my scalp.
“What if we went public? Dated like normal people instead of this sneaking around.”
“What about our families?” I hated that I asked, but I needed to. This was a big decision.
He rubbed his palm over the crown of my head. I loved when he did that.
“We don’t have to tell anyone that our families have secretly been friends, but we deserve to share our relationship. They can choose what they want to do with their truth, but we need to live ours.”
My hope rose. “You really think so?” It was my turn to go quiet. “Does that mean you’re staying?”
“I’m strongly considering it, but I’m not sure yet. I’m here now and we’re having fun, so why not see where it goes? There could be a thousand things that go wrong, but I don’t want to ignore something special based on what-ifs.”
I considered his words, and yeah, there were no guarantees. What was for certain was that being with Amos felt more right than with anyone I’d dated in years, if ever.
Amos was right—we deserved to live our truth, and our families could make their own decisions. Our dating could be independent of their secret.
“Let’s do it.” Could it be that easy? We just decided not to keep honoring some unspoken agreement to be enemies?
He bent down and pressed his finger under my chin, tilting it toward him. “When? After Christmas Eve dinner? I’d hate to do anything to jeopardize that.”
I agreed. There were too many people counting on things to go smoothly for us to put ourselves above it. One more sacrifice. “Tell our families on Christmas? Then meet back here after?”
“Perfect.” Amos pulled the blanket over us. “Mind if I stay the night?”
“Of course not, but won’t Sage wonder what’s going on?”
Amos cleared his throat. “I might have told them at dinner that I have feelings for you.”
I rolled onto my stomach and gaped at him. “You did?” My face split into a wide smile.
“Is that okay?”
I pressed a kiss to his stomach, his chest, then kissed a trail to his mouth. “More than okay. How’d they take it?”
“Shocked, but they said you’re hot. Told them I got you first.”
Grinning, I straddled Amos. I was still too spent for a round two, but I thrust against him anyway. “Sounds like I’m a hot commodity among the Flynn siblings.”
“Stop gloating.”
I kissed his smile and let the happiness spread through me. For the first time, I felt like things might work out.
THIRTY-ONE
