“I can’t thank you enough for making this happen.” Holden had a tear in his eye when he glanced past me toward where Lukas stood waiting.

We’d agreed to pick Lukas’s father up at the airport – and he was Lukas’s father.

The paternity test results had come in, proving without a shadow of a doubt that Holden was Lukas’s biological father.

I hadn’t needed the test. Just looking into Holden’s eyes had been proof enough for me.

But Lukas wanted it.

Now that he had it, he was waiting to meet the man who wanted to be part of his life.

Lukas was nervous, though, and looking into Holden’s eyes, I could tell that he was too. Holding out my hand, I said, “Come on. He’s nervous too.”

Holden laughed a little and took my hand. “That makes me feel a little better.”

A few awkward moments later, we were all sitting in one of the bourbon bars in the restaurant.

Lukas and Holden talked stiltedly while I tried to figure out a way to break the ice.

And…I figured out the right way.

Leaning forward, elbows on the table, I fixed a smile on my face and cleared my head. “So, Holden…you want to hear how Lukas and I met?”

Both relief and curiosity flashed in his eyes. “Absolutely.”

* * *

Lukas held both of my wrists in one of his hands, keeping my hands trapped on my head. With his other hand, he gripped his cock as he guided it to my mouth. I knelt in front of him, jerking against my wrists, not really in an attempt to break free, but every time I tugged, he tightened his grip just a little and the eroticism of it drove me nuts.

He rocked against me, thrusting his cock into my mouth, a lazy rhythm that set an echoing pulse up in my belly. It spread from my gut up to my nipples, down to my pussy.

There was no urgency to him tonight. The want was there and so was the need but the hard, driving need that so often took the lead wasn’t there tonight.

I moaned as he withdrew, his cock almost leaving my mouth. I tightened my lips and followed, but his grip on my wrists held me in place. Groaning, I tangled my fingers in my hair and waited for him to feed me the inches of his cock again.

He rewarded my patience with another slow roll of his hips.

I took him deeper this time and half swallowed once he hit the back of my throat.

The sound of his grunt was like music, and it was followed by a sharper noise, then a few muttered words that made no sense.

“You’re a little witch tonight,” he said, as he let go of my wrists and gripped my head between his hands.

He knocked the breath from me as he began to move in earnest, pumping his hips back and forth and forcing me to take him deeper and deeper. I loved it. Even the way he bruised and stretched my mouth. But he stopped just shy of coming – I could practically taste it. He pulled me to my feet, hauling me up against him.

“On the bed,” he said. He didn’t give me a chance to do it though.

“Lukas,” I said, aching for him.

He hoisted me up onto the mattress. He caught both knees, hooking them over his elbows as he knelt. “I want to see you,” he said, voice rough, soft, slow. “Look at how pretty you are as you take my cock.”

His words left me floundering. As he thrust inside, he stared down where we joined and I stared at him. Slowly, he slid his gaze up to meet mine and that familiar, wolfish smile spread over his lips. “I still haven’t made you cry wolf.”

“You’re never going to,” I said, a challenge in my tone, despite the fact that my voice was shaking. I shuddered around the cock impaling me. “I want everything you can give me and more.”

“Good.” He thrust his hips again.

I moaned as the head of his cock rubbed over my g-spot, need shaking through me. My cry bounced off the walls, echoing back to us. It was soon joined by another and another as he fucked me with tender, ruthless determination.

I was trembling, sweating and begging by the time he let me come the first time. I would have begged for more, too, begged him to make me come again, but he was already pulling out and flipping me over onto my belly and then urging me on to my knees. He moved his hands down my ass, gripped my hips before driving inside. “I’ll never get enough of you, Stella,” he told me.

I had no breath, no voice to echo the words back to him.

His cock swelled inside me, and I shivered around him, already so close to that edge again. His hand came down on my ass and that first, startling smack was all I needed to push me over again.

Lukas shuddered. He bent lower over me, driving into me harder, faster. I started to come as he groaned my name, a rare loss of control for him. I closed my eyes as wave after wave crusted over me. As strength drained out of me, I dropped down onto the mattress.

His hands tightened on my hips, and he growled, grinding against my ass. His cock jerked inside me, and I shuddered as sensations went dancing through me all over again. Slowly, he sank down next to me. He pulled me into the curve of his body.

Long moments of blissful silence.

“I love you,” he murmured against my neck.

I covered his hand with mine and smiled into the darkness. “I love you too.”