CHAPTER 37
Aaron
“Thank you for coming.” The greeting sounds so formal as I click my front door shut behind Easton.
Head downcast, he’s like a dead man walking, completely closed off with his hands jammed in his jeans’ pockets. Toeing some nonexistent mark on the floor with his boot, he doesn’t even look up at me. Please tell me I haven’t done too much damage.
I don’t know if he’s receded so far inside himself that I can’t reach him, but I can’t wait another second to set my news free. No way was I telling him over the phone and having it come off as a throwaway comment.
Skipping right to the point, I blurt, “I’m not going to Brazil.”
Whatever blanket of invisibility he’d thrown over me falls to the floor. Those gorgeous eyes of his, filled with surprise, snap to mine. Was he that convinced that I would?
“Is Jason…gone?”
“No.” I should probably be ashamed of how disappointed I feel to have to tell him that, but mostly I’m heartsick that I can’t say otherwise. “I told him, though. Last night. I told him I can’t go.”
That seems to assuage his worry, his features softening. A bloom of hope unfurls in my chest.
“What did he say?”
“He said he’d give me a few days to think about it.”
“And that’s why you asked me to come over?”
I used to think he was the one who had problems communicating, the way he held everything inside. Watching his expression crumple, however, I’m starting to realize I’m the weak link in the explaining department.
“No! No. I asked you to come over because I needed to see you.” Does he really not know? “I told him I can’t go because I’m in love with you.”
I’ve put my heart in his hands, back where it was in the first place. I want him to close his fingers around it and keep it forever. The disbelief on his face has me stepping forward, hoping it means he never actually gave it back to me.
I beg so hard it’s a whisper. “Do you still want me?”
I’m only in agony for a split second. Something elemental answers for the both of us, our bodies colliding like two boulders careening down opposite mountainsides and crashing into each other. Kissing him is my salvation, making me realize how Jason never stood a chance, and I was just going through the motions. I could have lost Easton by trying to conform to formalities that no longer apply to me.
I grip onto him like he’ll disappear if I let go. With each slant of my mouth, I accept and deliver the longing. It’s a battle of desperation to show the other how lost we were at the thought of being separated. That only adds fuel to the fire.
I slip my hands under his shirt, needing his skin against mine. I need his warmth melded with my own, any way to join us together. Spinning me around, he presses me against the wall, panting with the same urgency. We must look like a blur, flinging clothing, yanking down zippers, and grabbing at each other.
His hand dives into my boxer briefs, taking hold of me. It’s a gesture of ownership that doesn’t suffocate me, especially when his hand makes a languid stroke up to my tip and swirls around my cockhead. It’s wanton and ravenous, yet sensual. Jerking into his grip, I moan into his mouth, slipping my hands into the back of his boxers to grip that perfect ass of his.
He grunts and bucks against me, telling me I’m not the only one who’s lost. I’m about to pull him out, but he drops to his knees, yanking my underwear down when he goes. His lips are around my cock before I can even focus. Hot, wet, and dire, he works me with his mouth like a starving man.
Shit. There will never not be an inferno of passion between us.
I am not letting this chaotic reunion end like this. For all his teasing and false airs, he’s such a giver. Well, I’ve got news for him. He’s not leaving this house without me giving back as good as I’m getting.
Gripping his shoulder, I push him back. It’s nothing short of tackling him to the floor the way I land on top of him. He lets out an oof sound and smiles, but I cover it with my mouth before it’s fully formed. Drawing him out, I sigh at the feel of his heated thickness against me. Groaning, his eyes slip shut, and he rocks his hips into the grip I have around us.
The floor is cold and hard under my forearm. I’m sure this wouldn’t be comfortable for him if it were just another day. Today, though, we’re on another plane, neither of us caring where we are as long as where we are is together .
His palms slide over the globes of my ass. The sensation of a part of my body being covered by a part of his feels like being home. Dipping his finger into his mouth, it comes out wet, and he stares into my eyes, reaching back around me. Yes. God, yes.
I spread my thighs as much as the constraints of my lowered pants will allow and make a meal of his mouth as he circles my pucker. Now … I’m home. Him … in me . Any part of him.
My keening against his cheek is answered by a throaty rumble. Pinching my eyes closed to hold off the pleasure overload, I snake my hand further down and cup his balls. Arching my hips back into the tortuous stroking inside me, I grind my stomach into his, the damp frotting between us sending tingles up my legs.
“I missed you. I missed you so much,” I babble between kisses. The words are easy to say this time, and they’re attached firmly to the organ deep inside my chest.
“I told Leonard to get the fuck out. I couldn’t be miserable and have him there at the same time.”
“I was so worried about you. I didn’t want to leave you there with him.”
Slipping his fingers into my hair, with a loving gaze, he drags me back to his mouth. All our concerns are conveyed through the physical after that as we fuck into each other and I ride back on his fingers when he slips another inside me. Damn him. He’s not going to do this to me. I know he loves seeing me get off, but I love watching him just as much.
Slipping my fingers below his sac, I stroke his taint and his hole. His throat makes a strained grumbling noise that lights my body up. He’s got that tense look on his face when our kiss breaks. I love the furrow he gets in his brow right before he comes. Just the thought of it has me spilling between us, but soon, I feel the return of his wet heat basting my stomach, too.
My hole is slightly sore from the lack of proper lube, but it’s a welcome sore. Laying my head on his shoulder, our chests battle to breathe against each other as we come down. My body has spent the bulk of the turmoil that was living in my stomach like poison since Easton first showed up after Jason arrived. It feels like something sacred has just been preserved by this purge of worry. As the last of our post-haze begins to fade and he slips his arms around me, the safety net of our feral reunion starts cracking. I can feel it in the tension of his body underneath me, an unspoken understanding that nothing will be well until Jason is gone.
It’s not perfect again yet, but I take comfort that we’re here, together. That’s all that matters right now.
“Will you stay?” I whisper, tracing my finger over his heart.
Capturing my hand, he brings it to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckle. “I’m not going anywhere.”