“Well, its official, my Faith Gibson cherry has been popped!! WITH A BANG!!! I’ve heard such great things about her books, yet I had never read any of her work. As of today this will change.” ~ Tasty Wordgasms
“Wow this book was so good!! The way the author pulled you in and really had you feeling everything these two were going through was awesome!” ~ Inked Rainbow Reviews
“Faith Gibson has delivered a story of loss, taking chances, and more importantly love. She wrote the characters in such a relatable way that I found myself completely enthralled with not only the main ones but the supporting characters as well. Now add Duke (the coolest dog ever) and little baby Delilah, and you’ve kicked up the awww factor quite a few notches for me. I absolutely loved the epilogue!” ~ Goodreads Reviewer
Erik collapsed flat on the bed taking Tag with him. Tag held onto the condom and pulled out of Erik’s ass. He rolled off to the side so he didn’t crush the man. Normally, he would get out of the bed and take care of the condom. He would take a shower, alone, indicating it was time for whoever he’d fucked to leave. He’d only ever cuddled after with Cade and that’s because they were usually so strung out neither one of them could move. Now, he wanted to curl up into the heat of Erik and go to sleep. He had no idea how the doctor felt about that. Tag waited for some kind of sign. When Erik didn’t move, Tag took off the condom and found his way to the bathroom. He opened the small closet and grabbed a washcloth. After cleaning his cock, he rewet the cloth and went to care for Erik. When he sat down on the bed at the doctor’s hip, he allowed himself a moment to take in the beauty that was Erik Henrikson. Not only was he gorgeous on the outside, but he had a beautiful soul as well. It called to Tag on a level so deep, he felt something he’d never felt before. He refused to put a name to it. Not yet. He pushed Erik’s sweaty hair off his forehead. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Erik opened one eye and grinned. “I’m more than okay. That was…”
“Here, turn over. Let me clean you up.”
Erik rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm. Tag washed the drying come off Erik’s flaccid dick and wiped at the mess on the sheets. “You can sleep in the wet spot,” he joked.
Erik removed his arm from his eyes and frowned. “You’re spending the night?”
Oh shit. Tag had been kidding, sort of. He’d also wanted to feel out the doctor to see where his head was. Guess that answered that.