Hostile(62)

I grab the lube and a condom, needing to be buried deep inside him, not wanting my mind to keep wondering. Soon, I’m on my back, and he’s on me, kissing my neck as I lube my fingers and sink them inside him one at a time. By the time I’m stretching him with three fingers, he’s moaning my name over and over, asking for more.

He doesn’t wait for me to give direction though. Soon enough, he’s in charge, sheathing my dick and turning away from me, letting me watch as he slides that perfect ass down my throbbing dick, swallowing it in one torturous move.

“Fuck,” I say as I grasp his hips with both hands, and together, we move his body over mine. My cock sinks into his tight heat over and over, driving me insane.

I pull his body back so he’s laying back almost fully, and he turns his head to offer his lips, which I gratefully accept, thrusting inside him and hooking one hand under his knee to pull him with me.

We kiss, nipping and biting, starving for each other until I’m crazy with need. He pulls away, gasping for breath, then offering me the palm of his hand. I know what he wants, and I drag my tongue over his hand, wetting it before he reaches for his cock, stroking furiously as I fuck into him, hoping like hell he’s close.

He tosses his head back against the pillow next to my head. When I see his cum spurt from his cock and feel his ass clenching tightly around me, it’s all over. I come so hard, I can’t even make a sound, almost afraid I’ve blacked out.

“Jesus,” he says, He turns to me and kisses my lips softly, still panting and just as out of breath as me.

After a few more strokes inside of him, my softening cock slips from his ass, and we both groan. He turns to me, a smile on his lips, and he smooths a hand over my cheek. We don’t say anything for a long time. I actually have to rub my hand over my chest, where I’m pretty sure my fucking heart is tearing in two.

I roll to my side again and grab the present I got for him, handing it to him. He looks at it skeptically. “A key?”

I nod, lying on my back and pulling him to me, resting his head on my chest. He looks at the silver key in his hand. “To the cabin. I want you to have a key, so you can come here whenever you want.”

I can’t see his face, but I can feel his mood. “No.”

I laugh at his signature initial response. “Yes.” I kiss the top of his head. “This place is special to me. I hate that I can’t give you everything I want to, but I can at least give you access to this place.” Where we were happy.

I don’t say the last part out loud. I only think it. Because I know Rhett well enough to know he isn’t a fan of that level of sentimentality. “Grayson, I can’t come here without you.”

His voice is sad, and yeah, my heart is definitely broken. “Yes, you can. You’re going to send me a selfie of you in this bed when you miss me. And I know you’ll miss me,” I add, trying to inject a little humor, but he doesn’t laugh.

He’s too quiet for too long, and then I barely hear him when he speaks, “I will miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too.”

I wish I didn’t have to go, but I don’t think I can give everything up and let my grandfather down. I owe it to him to make the changes he’d make in his company. Give back to the community and make the world a better place, like he always talked about. My dad cut nearly every charitable donation. He only invests in shitty companies that make the world more toxic and polluted than it already is. I’m driven to do better with the family name. I have to.

But it comes at a tremendously high price.





FORTY-ONE





“Let me know when you get there,” I say dumbly, hating every second of this and hoping like hell I can get through it.

We just got back to Blair and Rhys’s for a goodbye brunch, and now, Grayson’s Uber waits for him in the driveway to take him to the airport.

“Yeah. I will.” We stare at each other for far too long before I grab his hip and pull him to me. His hand grips the back of my hair as our lips crash together for one hell of a goodbye kiss. One that may kill me.

The heated kiss slows to desperate brushes of our lips as we release each other, neither of us wanting to let go.

“I’ll talk to you soon.” He starts for the Uber, his bags already in the trunk. But he stops and looks at me over his shoulder before fully turning back to face me. “Come with me.”

Shit.

He takes another step toward me. “I know it’s crazy, and you finally started tolerating me not long ago . . .” He reaches me and cups the side of my face in his big hand. “But we could make it work.”

My eyes close involuntarily as I breathe in his cologne and shampoo, letting him touch me, knowing I want so badly to say yes. “I . . .”

“We could find an apartment together. One with a tattoo place close by.”

I hear the desperation in his voice, and it nearly guts me. “Grayson.”

He must hear the no in my voice because he drops his hand, and I hear him sniff just as I open my eyes and see his are full of tears he hasn’t let fall. “I know.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling tears well in my eyes too. A sob nearly escapes my throat because it sounds amazing to live with him. But I wouldn’t really be his. We couldn’t be seen together, and I’d just be his roommate. And I can’t do that.