Chapter 4

They stood up from the bed slowly, legs still trembling, breath still ragged. No words were needed. They made their way to the bathroom, bodies sticky with sweat and so much more.

Mia grabbed a towel from the rack and gently wiped down Kurt—his chest, his thighs, the mess across his cock and balls. Her touch was unhurried, intimate, almost devotional.

Kurt took the towel and returned the favor. He dabbed at the sheen on her stomach, the insides of her thighs, the trails across her breasts. They both laughed breathlessly.

His hand stopped at her chest.

He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time, then cupped one breast in his palm. Fondled it. Then leaned in and kissed it. Licked. Sucked slowly.

Mia moaned and teased, “You take after Mom too?”

They both laughed, but it stuck in their throats.

Mia’s hands slid up to his chest. She ran her fingers over his nipples, circling, pinching, drawing out a soft gasp from him. His cock twitched, rising again with impossible urgency.

She dropped to her knees.

Her tongue traced the underside of his shaft. Then the tip. Then her mouth closed around him, wet and warm and worshipful. She sucked him slow and messy, her spit dripping down his cock, onto her fingers, her chin, the floor.

He groaned. His hand rested on her head, barely guiding. Just existing in the same space as her mouth.

Then she stood, lips glistening, and took his hand.

They moved to the old guest room—the one they used to share as kids. The same window. The same creaky bed.

“Tsunami warning,” Kurt said, grinning as he spread a few towels across the mattress.

Mia laughed and shoved him lightly. “Shut up.”

He lay back.

She climbed over him, straddling his hips, breasts swaying above his chest.

They kissed. Soft at first. Then deeper. Slower. Their mouths opened, breathing into each other like they were afraid to let go.

Her hand wrapped around his cock. She held his gaze, lifted her hips, and lowered herself onto him.

Their bodies met with a gasp that echoed in both their throats. She moved gently, circling her hips, watching his face. He reached up and stroked her cheek. Then her breast. Then her hips. They didn’t speak.

They just breathed.

The world outside vanished.

There was only this.

Them.

And they moved as if they’d always been meant to find each other this way.

Kurt’s hands traced the curve of her back, then slid down to cradle her hips. He gave a gentle push—just enough to shift her weight.

Mia laughed softly, breath catching, as he rolled them.Now beneath him, she gazed up, her eyes warm and open, as he settled between her thighs like he belonged there.

Then he was above her.

He kissed her slowly, lips brushing hers, then deepening—tongue sliding in, savoring her like she was a secret he finally got to taste.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against her mouth.

Mia pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her heels pressed into him, stirring his hips in slow, maddening circles.

He groaned and pushed deeper, their rhythm rising and falling like breath.

Her fingers tangled in his hair. He cupped her face like it was sacred.

They moved together—tender and rough at once—until they were both trembling, panting, lost in it.

And when they came, it was together, mouths open, moans swallowed into kisses, heat pulsing through them in waves.

They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.

Everything had already been said.

They lay there in silence for a long while, tangled together, the moonlight painting their skin in silver shadows.

Mia’s fingers wandered slowly—tracing Kurt’s cheek, down the slope of his throat, across his chest and abs like she was memorizing him.

Kurt exhaled deeply. “Are we okay with this?”

Mia glanced up at him, her voice playful. “With what?”

“You and me.”

“You and me what?”

He let out a groaning laugh. “Grrr.”

Mia giggled. “Okay, okay—we’re okay. I mean, I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“Yep.”

They both laughed, the tension breaking into something light and sweet.