A line appeared between Zayn’s eyebrows. “You don’t have to give up anything, and of course I love you. I wouldn’t have suggested this if I didn’t.”
“Oh.” Seriously, Spencer had nothing else. He hadn’t expected Zayn to admit to loving him when he had been so thoroughly finished with Spencer only moments ago. Another thought hit. “I don’t want to be another person in your life who takes more than they give.”
“Then don’t be.” Zayn said the words as if the answer was that simple, and really, it was. Spencer could be here each and every day, giving Zayn the love everyone else denied him. The more Spencer thought about it, the more he wanted to stay here with Zayn.
“I’ve missed you so goddamn much.”
Zayn dropped his chin as if Spencer’s claim overwhelmed him. When he met Spencer’s gaze again, he looked devastated. “I’ll never forgive myself for letting you leave here to take care of Jinx alone. I should’ve been there for you to lean on. You have no idea how angry I am with myself.”
Spencer shot to his feet and crossed the room. “No. We’re not doing that.” Spencer went down onto his knees at Zayn’s feet. “We’re new at this and I should’ve told you sooner that Jinx is like a little brother to me.”
“He’s so young,” Zayn said, sounding surprised he hadn’t truly noticed that sooner.
Spencer nodded. “He definitely needs us, but it’s on me that I didn’t say that. My point is, we’re bound to make mistakes. We just need to start talking to each other instead of each of us waiting on the other to flounder through.” He held Zayn’s stare, needing Zayn to see his heart. “I love you. You’re the man I want. I’m not perfect, but I think you love me anyway. We are too amazing together to let anything tear us apart.”
Zayn traced Spencer’s jawline, stroking his beard. “That’s definitely true. Since the very first time I set eyes on you, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. There isn’t a doubt in my mind the universe has been driving me toward you. I am so, so in love with you.”
Spencer’s eyes fell closed at the confession. He had been closer to losing Zayn for good than he ever wanted to be again. “There’s nothing I won’t do to keep you.”
Zayn touched his lips to the corner of Spencer’s mouth. He lingered, sweetly teasing Spencer with the lightest of kisses. A breath caught in the back of Spencer’s throat as desire stirred in his gut.
“I want you,” Zayn whispered against Spencer’s lips.
Spencer’s body hummed with need.
Zayn wasn’t through torturing him. “I’ve been slowly dying without your hands on my skin.”
“What about Rocky and Jinx?”
Zayn scrubbed his fingers through Spencer’s beard again, nearly rolling Spencer’s eyes back in his head. “Rocky took Jinx out to dinner. That was their bet.”
Spencer was on his feet in an instant, towing Zayn out of his chair. He didn’t look back to see Zayn’s reaction as he rushed Zayn through the house to Zayn’s bedroom. The moment they were closed inside, he fell on Zayn like a crazed fiend. Their hands were everywhere, tugging and pulling. He heard fabric rip. Spencer was beyond caring. In a show of sexy strength, since they were both big guys, Zayn lifted Spencer off his feet and tossed him onto the bed. Spencer bounced and then sank into the luxurious mattress. Zayn’s features were hard as he stripped away the bottom half of Spencer’s clothing. All Spencer could do was gasp for air and take it.
Zayn barely had his dick out and the bare minimum of lube applied before Spencer’s legs were over Zayn’s shoulders and Zayn cock was in Spencer’s ass. There was nothing sweet about their coming together. It was primal and desperate—just like them. They were carnal people, and their sex life had always been phenomenal. Tonight was no different, except now there was a desperation in the air. They had almost lost each other. That tinted everything. There was a blush of promise in their encounter. It was dark and possessive. Spencer clawed at Zayn’s skin, trying to pull him deeper. Zayn’s hold was bruising as he pounded inside Spencer. Cries and gasps filled the bedroom. Monstrous desire clawed at Spencer’s brain. Pre-cum leaked onto his stomach as pressure climbed his shaft. His open mouth gasped for oxygen as he strained toward release. Spencer held Zayn’s intense stare. The first spasm hit. A cry ripped from his throat as cum shot from his dick, hitting his bottom lip. Spencer swiped it away with his tongue.
Zayn roared as he slammed his hips against Spencer’s ass. Even as ecstasy lit his skin ablaze, Spencer couldn’t stop watching Zayn as he pumped Spencer’s ass full of cum. He couldn’t wait to be left leaking. Spencer felt owned in that moment. He belonged to someone. Zayn wanted to keep him forever. Spencer’s eyes burned at the thought. He gasped for breath, but for a new reason. Spencer fought the tears that tried escaping. He had been so close to losing the only person who loved him. His whole life, he had been unwanted. Now this beautiful man had asked to keep him. He was vulnerable in a way he had never been. Spencer felt like they were part of an epic love story. One where the fuck-up won the popular guy. He never wanted to wake up from this dream.
Their touches turned loving and their kisses sweet. Time passed as they snuggled beneath the covers, touching and kissing while whispering words of love. As Spencer drifted to sleep with Zayn in his arms, his hold automatically tightened. Never again would he let Zayn
