Hostile(66)

“Fletcher only lives an hour away from home.”

He shrugs, looking almost sheepish. “It wasn’t a long flight.”

I look back at my friends, who are still watching us, and then back to Grayson. “Bree? She put you up to this, right?” I can’t see Fletcher calling Grayson.

His large shoulder kicks up. “I missed you.”

I don’t give him shit about admitting that. I just grab his hand and pull him toward the door, passing Bree and Fletcher as we go. “You guys can get home okay, right?”

They both nod, smiling with over-the-top ridiculousness, and I just keep moving past them, dragging Morticia behind me until we get up the stairs and into my apartment. When the door shuts, I’m on him—my lips and my hands all over him.

“I missed you too,” I breathe against his mouth, and he nips my bottom lip before kissing me hard, his hands fumbling with my shirt to pull it off. I grab at the wig and tug it off easily, tossing it behind us and digging my fingers through his soft hair.

I don’t give us time to talk anymore. I can’t let myself think about how, more than likely, he has to leave early tomorrow. I just get lost in him. We kiss and tear the clothes off each other, making our way to the couch, where he nearly makes my brain short-circuit. He grabs a condom and lube from my drawer, lubing his fingers and tossing the condom at me before he climbs onto the bed, fully naked and on all fours.

“Fuck me. I’ve missed you.” He moans as he plays with his hole, getting himself stretched for me. It’s better this way. Him looking away from me, his gorgeous ass on display for me as he works in one finger and then two.

“Rhett.” He sounds needy and desperate, making me groan in my own desperation. I slide the condom on and join him on the bed, slicking my cock with my hand and then slipping one finger in to join his two. “Yes. I need you. I’m good.”

We both remove our fingers, and I enter him in one long stroke. I still, soaking in the feeling again. Of being inside Grayson. I pull back and then thrust forward, pounding into him over and over again. I want it to be hard. I want him to feel me for days.

I want to hold onto this feeling and never let it go, but I also want it to be over because my heart is about to burst from my chest with want for so much more.

Feeling him squeeze around me, the tight heat of his warm body, being connected like this—it’s too much. It only makes me miss him more.

“Don’t.” I must have stopped moving because he’s looking over his shoulder at me.

I brace him around the waist and pull him up, so we’re both on our knees, still connected. He turns his head to steal my lips, kissing me softly and telling me without words he’s thinking the same things I am. My hand brushes his cheek.

“Don’t,” he says again, and I swallow hard, trying to force all my emotions away before kissing him again, holding onto him and thrusting inside, making him cry out when I hit that perfect spot. “Yes. There.”

His fingers grip the back of my neck as his hand moves to his cock, stroking furiously. My dick moves in and out of him, my balls pulling up tight, and I know I’m a goner. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.” I watch him work his cock, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His muscles are pulled tight, and I know he’s close too. “Don’t come.”

He whimpers, the sound way too cute for someone so fucking built and strong. “I need to come.” He’s panting and hasn’t stop stroking himself.

I push his hand away, pulling it up to join his other one around the back of my neck as I thrust into his tight heat. Once, twice, and then I’m coming so hard I nearly topple onto him but manage to keep myself upright.

When I collect myself enough, I pull out and release him, moving onto my back and pulling him up my chest to feed me his dick. He doesn’t hold back or act shy in the slightest. He just takes what he needs, which is exactly what I wanted.

I hold onto his hips, but my limbs are basically useless at this point. It doesn’t matter, though, this is all Grayson as he moves inside my mouth. I relax my throat, letting him go deep over and over, knowing I’ll likely feel it tomorrow too. The first spurt of his salty release hits the back of my throat, and then he continues to fuck my mouth as I swallow his load until his spent dick falls from my lips, and he moves to lie next to me.

“Worth the trip.”

I laugh at that. “Asshole.”

He only grins, but neither of us says another word. I rid myself of the condom, clean us both up, and then we climb under my covers, him spooning me as we drift off.

Because this is all we can really have.

Fleeting moments.





FORTY-FIVE





God, I missed him. I hold onto his warm body and curse the fact that my phone alarm is about to go off in a few minutes. I’ve been lying here, trying to think of a way I can be with him. Telling myself I can do it.

That I can give it all up for him. That my grandfather would be okay with that. That the world will be just fine without charities from his business. But I end up feeling like shit for thinking those thoughts. And I’m wondering if I have the courage to face my dad.

I don’t even have the courage to tell Rhett how much I love him. That I would give it all up for him if he’d just tell me he wants that with me too.