Hostile(40)

I watch as the muscles in his arms strain and the veins in his neck go taut. He’s beautiful always but especially when he comes.

We’re a sweaty cum-covered mess when he collapses on me, but neither of us move. I can feel his heart beating against mine, and I don’t want this moment to ever end.

I don’t want to leave in September. I don’t want to be Grayson Lancaster the third. I just want to stay here forever.

And yeah, I know that’s totally crazy. I know this is going to ultimately be over, and I’d better get my fill of Rhett now.

Because come September, it will all end.





TWENTY-SEVEN





After coming so hard I saw stars and collapsing onto Grayson, we took time to catch our breath before going down to the bathroom and cleaning up. I noticed the slight wince on his face with every step he took, and I’m a sick bastard because my dick rallied almost instantly, knowing that ache was from having me inside him.

Instead of fooling around more, though, we flopped back into bed, his big arm around me, both of us naked but unbothered.

“Wow.”

I feel his smile. “Yeah. Wow.”

He doesn’t bother to ask if it’s a good wow because he knows. I’ll never forget the feeling of being inside the tight vice he calls an ass. Holy shit.

It was everything.

“We’re doing that again.” I laugh at his words, but I don’t argue.

“Not today, we’re not.”

“Bullshit.”

I laugh easily, still kind of surprised at the small amount of effort it takes me these days to feel relaxed with Grayson. “Don’t pretend you aren’t sore from my astounding pounding skills.”

He chuckles, and I feel the rumble of his laughter against my body. “Oh, I’m sore, but it feels so damn good, I want more.”

“So fucking greedy.”

He rolls to his side and grips my face, pulling me into a kiss I get lost in. I could stay like this the entire time we’re here, and that thought both excites and terrifies me. “Yup.” He reaches down, his hand wrapping around my hard cock. “I’m addicted now.”

He gives me one long stroke before I kiss him again and roll out of his grasp. “What do you want to do today?” His eyes lower to my dick, and I shake my head, grabbing my briefs from the floor and tugging them over my hard-on. “Not. That.”

He huffs like a child, but he reluctantly climbs out of bed, running his fingers through his messy hair. “We could go for a walk.”

I nod as I grab a pair of jeans and pull them on, my dick starting to settle down, although the thought of staying inside all day and fucking him senseless is more appealing than a walk. I know he has to be more sore than he’s letting on, and we should take advantage of the time here. “Sounds good.”

He moves to the stairs, heading down, and I grab a shirt, tugging it on as I follow. He gets dressed, and we walk outside, finding a path through the trees and taking it all in. I haven’t been outside of the city—not usually being one for nature—but there’s something about being out in the fresh air that’s doing it for me.

“I can see why you like it out here.”

His grin is boyish as he looks around. “Yeah. I’ve always liked it here. Used to cry my eyes out when I had to leave.”

“You don’t have to make it sound like you were a tiny kid last time that happened,” I tease. “Be honest. That was this year, wasn’t it?”

He snorts. “You got me.”

We walk through the trees to the edge of the lake. There’s no dock here, and the lake is pretty far down, but the view is incredible as the sun starts to set. “Wow. It’s almost the end of our first day.”

His smile radiates from him as he shoves my shoulder. “Not a waste of the first day though. I’d say it was very productive.”

I shake my head at him but can’t fight the grin. I don’t even try. “Yeah. It was.”

“Still freaking out?” His shoulders sink slightly as he tucks his hands in his pockets.

“No.” I’m firm in my answer as I turn to him. “I’m not.”

He licks his bottom lip, raising his eyes to look back up at me. “Was it okay?”

“You know it was.” I place a hand on his shoulder, not liking the uncertainty I seem to cause in him. “It was fucking incredible. Beyond.” I shake my head, still amazed as I look past him toward the lake. “I didn’t know anything could feel that good.”

“Yeah.” He sounds just as fascinated. “I didn’t either.”

I push him away playfully, and he laughs before shoving me back. “So, don’t question it. I want it. I loved it. And I want to do it again.” I swat his ass carefully. “After I give that ass a rest, that is.”

We laugh and joke, wandering through the secluded woods surrounding the cabin until we go back and grill the steaks he packed in a cooler. After dinner, we fall back into bed, but I don’t fuck him.

After grinding against each other, naked, until we come, we lay there, still covered in our mutual release. I try not to let my mind wander to what’s going to happen at the end of the summer.

Of how we can keep this from everyone. Knowing them, my family probably already knows. But his? His dad will hate him for something so simple as who he’s attracted to. It could ruin his life—this insane pull we have toward each other.